This is Vector Prime.

[this is Vector Prime sounding utterly serious, and somewhat...tense]

The Lambda has released another surge of energy, and with it a number of other beings. From what I can tell, these ones bear no Glyph, no Mark - I've already had to fight off a number on my own that proved hostile.

All Refugees who are unable or unwilling to fight, you must find shelter. Immediately. I was-... unable to stem the flow, and they have already reached the planet. It is only a matter of time before they begin their assault.

Brothers- I will do what I can, up here. The rest is up to you.

( TACKED ON LATER )

((OOC: This is it, guys - plot start. Have fun!))

Well. You all saw it. There isn't much time to waste. We should all formulate a plan. The last thing we need is mass-chaos.

My best guess would be to secure anyone who can't fight in the temples. We'll probably need people stationed by each to keep watch over them. The rest of us can move in to corral any enemies into one area.

If anyone needs help or transport, I'll do my best to reach you.

[A beat.]

McCrane, Gunmax? I suggest we stick together. We're stronger in a group. And I... I have an idea. Grab as much oil as we have stockpiled. I'll meet you two at [Insert coordinates.], please be safe. Help anyone you can on the way.

All right, I suppose I can't sit on this secret -- not that it was much of one.

Surprise! I can fly. So let me put it this way: I can provide air support, assuming you're going to need it. Need a lift out of a sticky situation? Gunmax Express can come your way. And it's free. Just don't complain about the lack of first class, all right?

So I suppose just let me know where I'm needed. Until then, I'm shooting from the sky and so very missing that shotgun.

...Korra, if you're in one piece, shoot me a message, please and thank you.

Toodles.

[Drift may seem to be in a strangely upbeat mood. Because this?  This he can do. He's spent more of his life in a battlefield than anywhere else, and more time in the field than some of his new friends have been alive.]

[In other words, he knows this.]

[The post is voice because he's busy doing his thing.  And he doesn't want to take a break or risk traumatizing the weak of spark with what is likely very, very messy stuff.]

We need to coordinate air support.  Spotters, at least, to tell us the pattern: where and what we're facing. 

You don't have to engage; just spot and report. 

[Not really locked to Wing.]  ...try to be safe.  Don't do anything stupid. [A pause.] That's my job.

[Not really locked to Wheeljack]  You ever get those grenades ready?

[Not really locked to Annie.]  Where are you? 

[Not really locked to Noisy Boy.]  These, uh, these don't fight fair.  Might want to sit this one out.

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[[ooc : I just posted this to the LOGS community. Could a mod tell me which place it's best suited? because I'm really unsure which community we're supposed to be playing in, or where this post would be most appropriate. I'm really super not trying to be disruptive to this community by double posting, but I wasn't sure which comm to go in!]]

Fellow Cybertronians, and Brave Police from Earth, calling all units! Convene at the steps of Solus, right here [coords provided], and let's talk about protecting ourselves, and those who need protection. It's about damn time we started working together, like physically together.

I am Breakdown, Commander of Decepticon ground troops from the Nemesis. I've lived through invasions worse than this. But yanno what? Right now I don't give a slag if I or you are a bot or a con. The best way for us to survive this planet together is by working together.

We need everyone who needs protection in a secure area. We need warriors with a game plan ; I look forward to meeting my battle brothers and sisters. We need medics, we need scientists, and we need defence planners and barricade builders.

I hope people come. I'll wait until the sky shifts colour again. There's a medic inside the building for anyone that's hurt. And even if no one comes to fight alongside me, I'll go ahead with the best battle plan I know : just hit each of these buggers one by one. But uh... if you have a better idea, please come and tell us.

Arms Up. Breakdown out.

[Starscream is crouching, hands out to his sides, claws splayed. He's pretty much covered in fluids; energon and blood and something that glows green. A variety of parts lay scattered around him, mostly limbs ripped from charging enemies. There's a huge grin on his face as he glances down at the screen, wings taut and twitching on his back.]

So much for the mystery of how to kill these things. When in doubt, claw their optics out.

Or... eyes... I suppose. [Something goes squish under his foot.]

Got any harder missions to send me on, Megatronus?