[There's a lot of static for a second before the camera focus, a young woman backing away from the camera as she grins warmly at the screen. Reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ear, being careful of the flower resting there, Oswin tucks her arms behind her back, leaning over just a bit to peer at the camera better.]

Well this is a odd little place isn't it? At least it's not cold, that's definitely a perk! I wish I had an idea of where I was though. I tried to find something out but there's no system to link up to--which is a shame, I'll have you know.

[She tsks a bit, arms falling from behind her back as she plops herself down on a seat in front of the camera now, smoothing out her skirt as she crosses her legs at her ankles.]

My name's Oswin Oswald, former junior entertainment manager for the starliner Alaska~ Otherwise I'm just a girl that likes to bake I suppose. Been told I make a mean souffle~

[Oswin grins, shifting again, pulling her legs up after a moment to tuck them under herself.]

Anyone care to tell a girl where she's landed? Last I knew, I was on a planet about to explode. .....Chinboy, did you have something to do with this? I thought I told you to leave me behind, you naughty boy.

...Riiight. Pretty amazing what they can do with sims these days.

[There's a vaguely bird-like alien on the feed, looking just slightly amused at the story he was just fed by one of the Acolytes. Was he really supposed to believe that? That questioning, raised brow plate says otherwise.]

Not really my thing though. I might know a friend who would be interested.

[So someone please point him to the exit port out of here. He really has other things to get back to, dealing with VR ads is not something he wants to be sitting in at the moment.]

((ooc: Feel free to poke this space raptor at Prima's temple))

Starscream's...

He's missing again. I dunno if it's got anything to do with Vandal. I don't think that it does, but.

Look, I need to find her first, but if someone could take a look around. Keep an optic out.

That'd rock.

[If you missed the lightshow earlier, and aren't close enough to see the sixty-foot jet falling to the ground... Well, Ramjet's here to help!

The video comes alive amid a fuzz of static and has a haze of purple around it, but quickly focuses on the important thing here. That being Vector's insensate form as it hurtles through the air - Ramjet either keeping pace, or somehow keeping his Link device close - and then slams to the ground with a rolling, thunderous crash.

When the feed focuses again, Vector's lying in the middle of a crater. There's at least one large, jagged stab wound, and Vector Prime looks slightly... ragged. As if parts have simply disintegrated. Still focused on the Firstforged, Ramjet lands and a hand, flickering between smooth, clawed fingers and properly jointed such, is laid on his helm.]

Got too big for your wings, old mech?

[The voice, despite the sarcasm, is curiously still for a moment before Ramjet chuckles and instead pats the ground beside the Firstforged as the camera moves to focus on the herald.

Optics, not quite mechanical and with a hint of what might be proper irises for a moment and bleeding red light, angle in a grin as Ramjet's mask and chin slowly melt apart.]

I hope you didn't need that. It'd be a pity if so!

[And then the feed dies in a flare of purple amid Ramjet's laughter. Someone may want to go check so our dear Firstforged isn't extinguished, yes?]

(ooc: Ramjet may or may not respond, but you're free to react and/or go help Vector, either here or in the log where they fought.)