[Wing appears over the link, the signal grainy and flickering. He's looking weary from the long trip back from the Badlands but with the barest hint of Prima's light in sight now, his relief is obvious. He can't wait to be home--that's he's starting to consider it home is a bit of revelation in and of itself--and touching the Link is the first part of that.]

Greetings all. We're safely on our way back from the Badlands, fear not. Now that I have Link access again I a few bits of business I'd like to attend to.

First off, know that phase one of the Rec Station is nearly complete. We'll bring you more details in the next few days!

Secondly, I seek some assistance from our medics, or anyone else that might be knowledgeable in the related areas. Let me explain.

The current configuration of my Cybertronian frame does not allow me to carry passengers. It simply wasn't necessary or useful previous to this. But now that there are more humanoids here I wish to be of better aid in this regard, which requires that I have a true cockpit that meets safety specs. _{And maybe a stereo system.}

[He's run into this convenience multiple times since arriving, time to do something about it! Plus he might have made a few promises to people...]

I don't wish to change my altmode or my frame entirely--[he cants his head as his thoughts side track] though I suppose minor upgrades could be considered if they were easy to do in the process [then a head shake as he pulls himself back to the primary topic.]--but I realize that our medics may not have the necessary equipment or resources to accomplish what I need entirely their own. So I plan to petition Solus for aid soon on the matter.

However...

Of equal importance is the safety of the passenger. So I also need data on the safety specifications and tolerances for transporting humans and other humanoid species: speed, altitude, temperature, air density and pressure, g-forces, and other relevant statistics. Given this data I will adapt all my flight protocols to take the safety of a passenger into account.

Any aid people could give me would with this be greatly appreciated.

[He seems pretty serious about this, not to mention eager.]

Thirdly, a few messages for folks I won't bore the rest of you with.

( Locked to Vandal )
( Locked to Korra )

[So this entry is tagged 'party progress', but when the video comes on it's very obviously not.

Everyone know that strange "guy" with the modulated voice always wearing the suit? Well, say hello to Vandal. She's not wearing the suit today. No helmet, no courier text. Turns out she's just your typical female human. But she's... not looking so good.]

Someone I-

Please. I don't feel right... I ca...

[Behind her, appears to be her little home, partially painted normally, but the paint job trails off into clusters of complex glyphs and symbols. The center looks like two pillars, spiraling up to two points, twisted like a helix.

Vandal is shaking, face coated in a fine layer of sweat.]

I'm turning into one of those things, I need to stop it I need to-

[Her hand is lifted. Sure does look like a normal hand, but she holds it out as though it were some grotesque limb.]

It's starting already! Please god- it won't go away this time! Someone please.

I need to cut it off before it spreads!

[Someone is obviously hallucinating.]

[Tadaaa. It's the resident ninja robot. Who's sitting up on the roof of the medbay's temple thing, studying his hand.]

I think I've recovered by now...

[A beat, and he regards the video feed, calmly.]

... I'm tired of sitting here, being useless.  It's time I started living.  And so... I want to try it. The fuel everyone here uses. "Energon".

Is there somewhere you all go to find it? 




( [PRIVATE | flagged to BRAVE POLICE and TOMONAGA YUUTA] )

[The camera cuts in on Mike, hands on the wheel and foot on the gas. It's kind of loud in here, too! Which, if you look at the merrily neon-green holo-speedometer, is because he's coasting along at 250 miles per gatdamn hour.]

Okay, so half an hour into total barren wasteland and the Duke pulling some wacko "Mike Chilton versus Aliens on the Moon" prank is looking way less likely. Which means I ammmmm... on another planet, talking to whoever's on the other end of this Link thing.

Right. I have no idea how I managed to fall through dimensions in the middle of the night. That is... kind of a new one for me. Anybody out there in radioland want to give me some layman's term answers? The welcoming party here was kind of chilly.

I really hope you guys have gas here. Getting Mutt here down the mountain was kinda rough drivi--

[He cuts off mid-sentence, having just blasted the car right over the top of one of the spires of rock jutting out of the ground.]