[ Ratchet looks worn and a bit beaten about when he makes his call on the Link. He'd been caught by one of the Sharkticons before escaping back to the temple, and there's still smudges of energon glinting in the crevices of his helm and chevron that he missed when wiping his face off. Still, there's a spark in his eyes -- he may not be at the front of the fighting, but he's certainly not out of action. ]

Given this absolutely ridiculous influx of creatures, I'm going to remind you all that I'm a medic and that I know what I'm doing. If you get into a scrap, don't waste time being a hero and limping around with your innards hanging out -- come here and I'll fix you.

[ His eyes narrow. ]

But don't be an idiot either. If I find out that any of you have blown yourself up because you used too many grenades, I'm going to come after you and weld your hands to your skull.

[ The glare he's directing at the comm could kill a mech at twenty paces. ]

Wheeljack, this means you.


[[ ooc: going to be slow in responding, but I thought I'd post this up before I became even later than I already am. ]]

Does anyone perhaps know what these things are? [Here, let him just shift his arm and hold up what very clearly is a sharkticon, if you actually know what that is. Which Jetfire really doesn't. Even if he feels like he should know, for some reason.]

It seems the majority of the forces that fell through the Lambda unmarked are these creatures. Lacking an estimate in numbers, but most of them either fell over the Junk Pile, or surrounding the Haven...

[Jetfire frowns, even as he drops the dead sharkticon and fires at something on the ground.]

Of note is that some of the ones that fell outside didn't attempt to get in, but rather left the immediate area. I haven't had the opportunity to follow them far, but they did seem to be wandering in a particular direction.

[There's a pause, the video turning to nothing more than streaks of darkened sky and flashes of Jetfire's frame as he fights something in the air, which, when he stops again, is only briefly seen in a flash as it falls past him, a mess of metal and flesh.]

... Hm, Wing? Any particular area you've noticed that might need an organized air-strike?

[More than one flyer working in tandem, that was.]

[Locked to DW!Starscream.]

Don't get in over your wings, Starscream.

[He's not expecting a response. They were fighting together only a short while ago and the Seeker had been perfectly fine then, but he'll express his concern either way.]

[He can hear it out there, the fighting and the screeches of the monsters. It's an all too familiar sound, and it takes every ounce of courage Four has to not find a blanket to curl under and stay there forever. Four has a spectacular memory, and he remembers everything he saw during the last days of humanity. He remembers those sounds so clearly that they almost match the distant explosions of battles being fought. The only thing absent here is the screams of dying humans, and his family.

The choices he has are either to give in to his crippling fear, or try to do something.

But what? He has no illusions about his size, and what possible help can he be anyway? He's a chronicler, a librarian. The most he can do is to record what's happening as they happen. Four wouldn't be worrying so much if it weren't for the fact that he had made friends recently, and he'd very much like to keep those.

At the very least he should see if they're alright.]

I am not a very courageous person, but I do not fear for myself during this time.

I fear for all those who are brave enough to fight those monsters.

My only hope is that all of you will be alive and well in the end.

I wish I could help.




can someone tell me a story?