[ The lighting is dim, as it usually is in Megatronus's temple, but First Aid is used to dim light so his natural reaction is to light things up with the flashlight in his finger. He looks awfully confused for a visored mech, if just because he's super unsure how he got there. ]

Hello? Can... anyone pick me up and bring me to the medbay?

[ His optics narrow a bit. ]

I'm not feeling too good. I'm not sure if I can trust myself to go on my own. My chronometer seems to be, er, broken and I'm not sure what else might be. I know it sounds crazy but-- I'm not.

[ Had he gotten overcharged? Maybe that's why he felt so weird; this really bizarre feeling of discomfort, like he's forgotten soemthing important that he needed to do. Amongst other things which he can contribute to the after effects.

Very disconcerting. If only there was a mnemosurgeon around. ]

Anyways, seems like there's a lot of new faces around... Hello! I'm First Aid. If you need any medical attention, once I get everything sorted out, I'd be happy to help.

[Someone has been through this before. Someone knows this drill. Someone has worked very, very hard to finally make it back to his Cybertron, only to find it all wrong. Again.

Someone probably has destroyed a few piles of junk in their anger.

However, someone also has paid attention to the communications on the network, and has ventured to the 'temples' that were mentioned, and has found them locked against him.

This someone is not surprised.]

Listen closely, and listen well.

[It is time to act. The feed opens with a closeup on Megatron's faceplates, optics blazing red, the scant remnants of gladiator paint still burned onto the metal.]

This is not where we belong, and I am done with this.

I am done with waking up to see an unfamiliar sun obscuring all-too-familiar stars. I am done with strangers being cast from world to world. I am done with mechs-who-would-be-gods so graciously patronizing us by allowing us to remain while simultaneously enforcing unethical segregation and I am done, finally, with the thwarting of destinies that I and my allies have slaved, toiled, and died to create.

You can listen to those who make the rules here if you desire to. I have heard a song like theirs, before.

Or.

[He flashes, briefly, a datapad that seems to have some sort of schematic on it--a schematic that looks (to those who are familiar with them) like a complicated space bridge.]

If you are 'done' as I am, you can help me.

I am Megatron, and I will deliver anyone that joins me to their rightful homes.

[A single, pointed tooth is visible in the smirk that finally dawns on his face. His interdimensional portal had only worked, once, but with the right mechs he would see it to completion again. Immediately.]

I guarantee it.

~~~~~

Hey, so. That noise I was hearin'... it stopped a few days ago.

Then all these new dudes are poppin' up. Weird, how that panned out, but you know? With a place that's got, like, magic pages an' stuff in it? Ain't hard to see how weird scrap happens.

So! To all of you new dudes! Name's Soundwave. Nah, I ain't the usual quiet, monotone creeper. Ain't my scene, dude. If it helps separate me from the usual? Jus' call me 'Wave. Lotsa people do. I help run the recreational center with Wing. So chances are, I'll see you all there sometime.

Shoot me a message if you dudes need anything.

Soundwave, rockin' out.

( Private to Vandal )

( Private to RiD!Starscream )

[The link opens with Frenzy's evil little snicker. It is very diabolical, and impish.]

Soooo... Blarrgh, wuzzit? The blue Autodink who talks too fast an' too much an' has a weird cone-like helm? Y'know who ya are. An' I'm sure by now, you've noticed somethin' of yers is... missin'.

[The audio is suddenly filled with the robotic yip-yip of a turbo-fox.]

Tha's right, cone-head. I got yer fox. [Maniacal laughter nearly drowns out a playful 'gek-gek-aroo' noise.] You thought he was safe, dinnitcha? Thought I couldn't git my servos on him, dinnitcha? Well, how's it taste, Autobutt? The bitter irony of defeat! [Or whatever! More cackling and another aroo.]

Don'tcha worry if foxy's doin' okay. It is. Fer now. Wuz his designation? "Frank"? Pfft. Ain't got no imag-gee-nation. [gek-gek] You's said Frankie here is part of the police force, right? Aw, so this must be more than a kidnappin', but some sorta theft er somethin'. But I wouldn't worry 'bout that, yea. I'm all too happy t'give Frankie here back to you an' the others! [gek-roo]

Whether alive or in pieces.

[Frenzy laughs and something crashes] Siddown! [The shuffle of metallic paws flood the audio before things settle and Frenzy's no longer grumbling.] Anywho: I'm willin' t'give Frankie back to you an' yer lawmechs, if yer willin' t'pay the right price. I'm talkin' maybe, oooh [gek] one billion credits? [HahahaROOhahaha!]

I'm willin' t'take it from you or any of yer partners. So long as I git the credits, I don't care, an' Frankie's spark gets to pulse another day. So if [sniffsniff] giddown! [hiss] So if ya ain't willin' t'pay the ransom, then... I guess Frankie don't mean much t'ya after all.

Whatta say, Autobot? We got ourselves a deal? You git Frankie back when I git the credits. An' if I was you, I wouldn't take too long da-lib-ratin'. Frankie's spark is on the line, y'know. An' I've got him scared scrapless! [His laughter is coupled with a similar noise]

Y'got ten kliks to respond or I raise da ransom! An' start cuttin' off plates.

[The audio would shut off here, but something happens, and through cursing and more yipping, the link suddenly clicks onto visual, falls to the ground. You can easily see most of Frenzy laughing happily as Frank licks his visor, promptly giggling. A moment later, the fox gekkers then hums and the two are nuzzling face to face, and it's really all adorable and cute until Frenzy notices the video is playing and quickly grabs the link and shoves the screen into his face] I got 'im eatin' right outta my hand! Fooled him completely! S-So, yeah! Ya better hurry an'-- [Embarrassed, he just switches off the damn thing.]

[OOC: Kidnapping Frank the turbo-fox comes with permission from Blurr-mun! Also, I really love the noises foxes make. Especially their gekkering.]