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[headcollector]

[ He's not really a communications mech. That wasn't his job. His job had always been to make the hard decisions, be the first one in there, the one to make the bold movements. He used comms only when necessary. ]

WHERE IS MY TEAM? Where are the others!

[ ...That probably gets the point across. It's about the most he can articulate at this level of fury. It was hard to think, and he just clutches at the air uselessly, balling his hands into fists. ]

Do not hide them from me. Will tear all who stand in way apart!

[ Grimlock obviously missed the memo about the whole rip in space-time and ancient Cybertron thing. To be fair, from the number of terrorpede corpses splattered around, seems like he's settled in okay. He picks up a foot, stomping on one of the still twitching corpses, splattering more goo everywhere. ]

Rrrgh. Bugs.

Comments

[originaldragoon]

[Wow, that's a lot of terrorpede carcasses.]

I take it you did not stay around to listen to what the Acolytes had to say about this place when you first arrived.

[headcollector]

[ He doesn't like bugs, okay. ]

No.

[ In fact, he smashed it. ]

[originaldragoon]

[Okay, she can't fault him for that. Just going to make a mental note to keep her distance from him.]

I see... Well, chances are, your team may not be here. If they are, there is a very good chance that they are from a different version of your world and may be different from the ones you know.

[headcollector]

[ He personally doesn't like a problem he can't kill. Intangible issues were the most frustrating and if what is being said is true, he has no choice but to accept defeat and abandon his team.

He can't accept that. ]

Why?

[originaldragoon]

That is a question I have been asking myself, and I have yet to get an answer. No one seems to know why people and objects are randomly brought here.