I want to know what is going on.

I want to know the cause.

Those of you who claim to watch over this new world. I want explanations to these games you pull.

[Because yes, he is angry enough to blame this all on the first forged. And he would have totally used the force to smash several things if he could. But the anger in his voice clearly shown through this time, unlike his more controlled state.]

[For once, Barricade's video is on. Look at that full-color spikey cop car, backing up from the camera slightly. He's in his quarters, which are looking more finished than they had. Still not entirely complete, of course, but the washrack is done! FINALLY.

But today, Barricade is all-business. Or all-scientist, rather.]

This is Barricade, of TransTech-designated timestream Tyran 707.04 Delta, with test 01 of Unauthorized Upgrade 03.

I woke up yesterday and performed my usual post-recharge scan and found new equipment in my legs. Someone must have gotten hold of my designs for an upgrade to my legs that I never implimented while rebuilding them.

They have proven nonresponsive to normal activation methods but. I believe I have it figured out now.

Attempt One.

[He exvents, the sound chuffing out from the underside of his grill and... he speaks.]

Seagulls at Kmart
Are they keen bargain shoppers
or lost in the flock

[A set of thrusters rotate out of his calves, activating. He hovers about three feet above the ground for a bit... until the thrusters open up completely and he shoots straight out of shot.]

OH FRAG ME!

Thatseagullhaiku
wasflippin'hilarious
restoredorigins!

[There's a sound like thrusters shutting off... and a scream before he plummets back into shot, landing in a heap. Barricade groans.]

Conclusion: If I was meant to fly, I would have been originally formatted with wings.

[Leaning back, slumped in a chair is Soundwave. He's holding his keytar close, slowly strumming bits of music into it. Yet, none of it is its usual cheer, the upbeat determination that he usually plays.

As he presses the keys, playing the morose tune, the holograms from his keytar form a display of crystal plants attempting to emerge from the floor by his feet. But they gray out, crumble, and turn to ash. Something trying to live, but expiring quickly.]

It doesn't matter. Does it.

I'm just gonna sit here, and listen. All that noise in my head, comin' in. Every beat, every rhythm. In and out. I can't stop that. Each one, new and different. So. Much. Sound.

...

Don't come lookin' for me. I have enough noise.


[ooc: Your character may or may not be inspired... to feel massive discomfort from Soundwave's current music.]

[Behold, lowly denizens of Haven. It is Whirl, the Superhero you never knew you wanted, and probably still don't. But he is here to change that. He is going to win hearts and minds if he has to punch something's face off.]

[Yeah, sooner or later he'll get over his face-hate.]

[Whirl is broadcasting from his latest super-important heroic task. He's hovering in his robot mode, velos on his shoulders spinning up, keeping him airborne and ruffling a silver cape that is now down to his waist. Over his shoulder, you can dimly make out, on the ground below, an Acolyte, robed, hands clutched together in gratitude as Whirl goes about the MIGHTY DEED of....

[...rescuing kittens from a tree. The camera is attached to his wrist just above the basket where he's collecting the kittens, so the feed is periodically interrupted by little 'mew's. And as you watch, here's a tender sight: Whirl's massive, lethal claws holding a kitten. In one simple scissor, he could have two half-kittens *snip* but he does not, depositing the fuzzy grey blob in the basket.  This might be your first clue that something is seriously wrong here. Well....wrong being a relative term.]

This feat is INSUFFICIENTLY MIGHTY, citizens. [This is a heroic voice indeed, deep and studly. Just ask Ambulon.]   *mew*

Seriously. who the frag is launching entire colonies of kittens into trees? What is wrong with you people?

And why didn't you invite me?

[He blinks and his voice takes the deeper timbre.]

Citizens. I am more aware than most of the injustices rife amongst our midst.

Frag. Fraggin' First Aid probably shoved a thesaurus program into my aft. Creepy thought. Knew something was a little off about him. [What? Internalize his thoughts? It's canon: Whirl can't do that.]   *mew*

Maybe that Vandal , fraggin' human all...warm and gross and shifty. Or...Prism.

PRISM.   [Seethe.  Finally something Whirl can agree on. With himself. ]

Assorted miscreants, varlets, scoundrels and other indeterminate criminal types. I am putting you on notice. JUSTICE is HERE. And Justice has his optic on you.

[Justice however does not have a face.]

*mew*

[ Who is this handsome mech? He's the usual red and white like a medic, but his frame isn't quite as boxy as an ambulance altmode would suggest. Instead, he even has wings. And wheels. And a nasty scar over one optic. Somehow, it doesn't make him any less attractive.

He has Megatronus's glyph, but whatever. He seems like a pretty badass mech. ]

I'm... Primary Care.

[ Nice smooth, deep voice there. You can pretty much hear the uncertainty melt away. ]

I'm First Aid's friend. Just letting everyone know he's busy. Very busy, you won't be able to talk to him. He's a busy miss lizzy.

[ Oh, that was lame. ]

Goodbye!

 [UGH. That is not the audio function. Stupid new body.

Have you ever seen an angry Italian Ferrari robot? Well if you have, you probably haven't seen them in six-inch form.  The Link opens up to show Mirage, and it's obvious to see that something about him has changed. Compared to everything else around him he seems...more petite. Not that it stops him. The bot is rather stubborn, and is making his way around Vector Prime's temple (at a snail's pace, mind you), hoping he could just voice-talk his way through this problem, get it solved and move on with his life.

However, luck is not on this guy's side today, so congrats everyone! You're looking at bitty!Mirage! And...he's not too happy, rattling off curse words in both Italian AND Cybertronian. That's not good language, mister )8<

On the front of his chestplate is the Cybertronian glyph for "Mirage".  An...odd aesthetic.]

Dio mio...This is embarrassing...

[If Shockwave or Barricade see this--]

Ironhide. Anyone. I require some assistance.

[The voice may be familiar to several of you, and it's filled with a mixture of aggravation, confusion, and curiosity]

So, Cybertron, is it? Definitely not one I remember. A question for anyone who can hear this. Is there any more up to date information available? I'm not trusting the sole source so far.