[The Link flickers on to revel darkness cut by a single shaft of pale light. Only the tip of a pointed silver footplate is visible in the light, occupying the immediate foreground. From there the view travels up, the darkness marred only but the soft gray lines of a white frame punctuated by blood red accents seated in the background.]

[The helm swivels, sharp white audials slicing through the air as the glow of red optics comes into view.]

Fellow Haveners, refugees, it's Wing again.

[The voice: it’s very definitely wrong. It’s not Drift’s but it’s not Wing’s. It's almost a beautiful melding of the two but with a dark, sticky-sweet coating. He moves like a ghost, slipping from his perch to come down to your level.]

Please disregard my earlier broadcast. I assure you there's nothing to worry about. Aside from a slight frame mix-up-- [the helm leans further into view stopping just short of a ray of light, revealing Drift's features instead of Wing's] --which appears to just be a thing that's been happening of late, I feel peeeerfectly fine. Mooore than fine, in fact.

[It’s much of the same cadence and language that Wing uses, but his normally gracious words carry none of their usual earnest weight, instead sounding overly casual and almost patronizing.]

The only thing that's not fine is that I don't know where Drift is. [A thread of irritation--insolence--that gets covered quickly and his tone becomes sweet again.]

But maybe there's someone out there that can help me with that. Speaking of...

[Wing will just call out a few people of interest now, and not bother locking any of the frequencies. What would that accomplish?]

( To Soundwave )
( To Kagerou )
( To Perceptor )
( To Pharma )
( To Blurr )
( To Starscream )
( To Vandal )
( To Drift )

Does anybody have a fraggin' flamethrower or somethin'? It's getting harder to-- Gah!

[Does Cliffjumper sound frustrated? Yes, he does. Harried and slightly... on-edge, to be honest. Accompanying that are pinging, crunching noices and a lot of high-pitch babble or laughter.

Anyone actually listening to what those multitude of high-pitch voices are saying, will find it's all rather... disturbing in nature. This is the third time Cliffjumper's personal little horde of stick-figure SG!Primes have respawned, and he's having trouble luring them through lava to get rid of them.

And contrary to popular thought, he's not made of weapons. Especially not a flame-thrower, as he noticed they didn't take well to the lava when he accidentally managed to lob some of them in there during the first time they appeared.]

Pit-spawned, sludge-spewing little monsters!

[Something like the noise of glass breaking briefly takes over the feed, but Cliffjumper really can't figure out why some of them sort of breaks sometimes, like shooting or punching metal affected by glass gas does.]

[Shockwave is standing in a room cluttered with bits and pieces, parts and limbs of what looks to be Autobots... Or at least there's definitely their symbol on some of those parts. He doesn't seem to be bothered, or even really notice the mess, he's too busy working away on a datapad. What's even more eye catching is the very large space bridge behind him, big enough to not only fit him, but fit that weird worm thing that seems to be staring at this portal. A weird worm covered in tentacles that's clearly too big to be entirely seen on the screen.]

Quite the chaos going on, it's certainly fascinating. It would make for a magnificent experiment. Tell me, has anyone-

[Shockwave's cut off by the space bridge activating and the giant metal tentacle-worm diving through it. Like a never ending train, it takes what seems like forever for the Driller to fully go through the space bridge. Pets. Always using your space bridges without permission.]

Driller!

[I hope you like sobbing bears because that's exactly what you're getting right now. Teddie looks pathetically into the screen with what appears to be a...kazoo in his mouth, held in the same manner one would comically hold a cigar.

He probably found that thing in the junk pile. Ew. I hope he at least washed it before sticking it in his mouth...]

Is there anyone not going crazy right now?! 'Cause I don't know how long I can bear this!

[At first it was kind of funny, but after dealing with being on the other end of mood swings and sudden dinosaurs, it's becoming just a little too much. It'd be nice to know if there's at least someone out there who's a tiny bit stable. Who woulda thunk this would be so stressful?

He ends his message with a cute little note from the kazoo.]