[Well someone looks excited. He has a piece of paper in hand and he just looks absolutely thrilled to death, optics constantly darting back to the paper before he actually focuses on the camera, beaming.]

I have learned something of the utmost interest just recently. Jetfire, if you would happen to have the time to spare, I would be interested in sharing my findings with you. I believe you would find them of use.

I've come into the possession of a map, and it seems to indicate the existence of two other temples, and a ruin as well. It would be wonderful if we could perhaps organize an expedition out to these locations.

I hope you will consider it.

[You're thinking you're watching one of those groovy car adverts, because damn, that is one gorgeous beaut. She's what you'd call an "Audi R8" on Earth; she's sleek, compact. Her paint job - which is a mix of hot red and stunning yellow - shimmers and glows with a fresh coat of wax. She's untouched, she's unblemished, and for some reason, she's a girl, you guess. You would now expect to find a voluptuous model like, say, maybe Megan Fox or Rosie Huntington-Whiteley appearing spread elegant but sexy on the hood in a bathing suit.

But, that's not what you're going to get. Instead, suddenly the recording device is abruptly knocked from wherever it was perched and on the ground. Well, not really; it seems to have been caught wedged between the car and the wall. And you're getting a tilted image of Ambulon looking utterly unimpressed. His lower half, however, appears to be... under the car?]

I'd really... You know, I'd really appreciate some answers, but I know right now, that's not my top priority. [He's really controlling his rage here] And I was hoping to use audio, but it... Nevermind. [Ambulon shakes his head.] I can't tell you the details - mostly because I don't even know what they are - but for some reason, I was abruptly woken from recharge to find a-- [He pauses and grunts, shifting uncomfortably with a strained growl] -- a... car on top of me. This place is small and cramped as is, and I'm surprised it managed to fit in here, but... Look.

[Ambulon takes a Very Deep Breath.]

I don't know what exactly is going on. What happened. And who did this. Right now it... does not matter. [He throws his hands apart for emphasis] My current dilemma... I can't seem to move the vehicle; not in this position. I can't reach inside, to possibly try starting the engine, though I'm not sure it'd be much help. There's no fuel, for one. But I did find [Ambulon holds up a small white book] this. Driver's manual or whatever. Except I can't read it; they're symbols I don't recognize. [So he just throws the manual in all Japanese aside and gives another furious snarl.] But mostly the problem is I'm pinned under a car and the back wheel is crushing my leg.

[His leg. Of all things.]

So, as I'm sure it's been made painfully obvious, I could use a little [something groans - metal - and then pop and Ambulon curses] help thanks.

( Set honour in one eye and death i' the other, and I will look on both indifferentl )

[Audio only, because wow, there are just some things he can't explain right now. Not that he could even if he wanted to--which is really something he should address at some point too-- but well, priorities. One thing at a time.]

This is--[there's the noise of a mech roughly clearing his vocalizer. The pitch changes a bit after that, it almost seems intentional.] Sorry. It's Wing. Ah. A question if you will. To those of you who went out to the Badlands with Ashitaka....

Have you, perchance, noticed any... after effects?

I--don't want to alarm anyone. Just...curious?

[Wing's voice--doesn't seem right. But still possibly familiar? And for a mech who always chooses video when conversing over the Link, all of this audio stuff might seem a bit peculiar.]

( Locked to Drift )

[There's a flash on the Link that looks like this. Except, there's also a falling flurry of pink between you and the image.]

*Are!!* [The voice is sweet and girlish and very startled, almost scared.]

[A frantic fumbling. Hey it's hard to walk in these boots, okay? He's working on it.. Then the video feed cuts. For a long moment, nothing. Then, a text.]

everything's fine! have a great day! ^____^

[Well, this is a new voice. Maybe not for some. But for the most part, this is the kind of voice you'd expect to be all suave and smooth. Like it should be accompanied by saxophone music, or sounding entirely too pleased with itself.]

[Instead? It just sounds downright frantic.]

What is this--! It wasn't like this a moment ago.

[As if in response to his demand, the feed abruptly switches to video. That sure is a new face, standing there on top of a temple roof. He's not a Cybertronian, that's obvious. He's also very obviously distraught.]

[Though... his design is oddly similar to someone else usually present in the Haven. In fact, they look a lot alike.]

Who did this! Which one of you! Answer me!

[The more he talks, the more agitated he seems to become. Like every word is putting him more and more on edge.]

Someone here has to know. Where is he!