[Oh look, it's Whirl, Jetstream, Primus, whoever he told you his name was. The elusive, and yet handsome, helicopter. ]

[He only bothers you when he has something important to say, like, cakes to mutilate, so he's not going to waste your valuable time.]

[Right. Like anyone here's got anything but time.]

Gonna make this quick.  Hear a lot of you running charge on your vocalizers about rules and laws and all that slag.

I've had more police experience than most [scary but true] so here's my two shanix.

This guy.  [He flashes a picture of IDW Perceptor, snagged from the recent network post.]  Serial menace to society.  

Yeah, yeah, I mean, sure, he shot me, a fellow Autobot  [He splays one claw over his chassis.] And apparently the alleged self-appointed sheriff in town figures that's okay. [Yeah, Blurr, didn't think that would come back to haunt you? Hope you put that in YOUR application for your lawdog society.]

Might want to reconsider voting for the mech who's all for blue on blue crime, just sayin'.

But now, this mech's gone and nearly killed one of those blood pinata organics. 

Anyone else think it's time we at least take his toys away? 

So, we're nearing completion of one very shiny, pretty base by Prima's temple. Buuuut, a good suggestion was made.

There should be multiple headquarters for our wee police force.

Which means, more help would be nice to set up something by each temple. That way, we have a lot of ground covered and someone is stationed by each location.

Just thought I'd mention it, since I'm just looking out for our best interest.

Oh yes. And since it turns out that there are no explosives, whatever shall we do about Prism? Hm? [He's not allowed to shoot him, but he'd still kind of like to.]

And Perceptor! Baby. Turn yourself in, I do so hate wasting fuel for Gunbike.

( Private to Kagerou & Knockout )

Hello, everyone. I apologize for being quiet... I went on a sabbatical of sorts, to contemplate matters in isolation. An artist's retreat, if you will.

In the time I was away, I decided... this is a new beginning, for both myself and others. I am to cast off the vestiges of my past, and step forward into the light. I would like to contribute to the budding culture of this new world, as both an artist and perhaps a teacher.

Wing, my friend, I have heard you and others are working on a recreational center. I would like to assist in any way I can.

To the rest of you... I am considering beginning a class on the art of the written word. Would anyone be interested?

 [So.

Wheeljack saw that cute little broadcast to the network looking for a police force. He had to give the little guy credit, he sure stuck to his job like glue.  They were both pretty alike in that aspect, to say the least.  The feed clicks on to show Wheeljack sitting, tossing his grenade up and down in one hand.  After one or two tosses, he catches it, putting it back to it's home on his waist.]

So. Blurrk's makin' some kinda police force? Noble idea, guy. I'd join, but it ain't really my thing.  Rules? Just get in the way, if ya ask me.

[There's a slight shrug.]

What can I say? I'm a 'loose cannon'. 

So here's my proposition to ya. How about we make our own team of Wreckers?  Dunno what a Wrecker is? Well here's the real deal, kids.  Black Ops, guys who take missions the law enforcement's too scared to do. Warriors. That kinda deal, ya get what I'm sayin'? Workin' outside the chain of command on this one, not that there's one here really to start with.

No forms needed, they just clog the channels up anyway. And...let's be honest, ya might not make it past the first mission anyway. 

[He leans back again, drawing out a sword and inspecting it.]

How's that for a nice alternative?