[The video shows Miko, dressed in her Christmas gift of a punk rock dress and with a liberal amount of glitter stuck to her skin and hair, some of it having fallen onto her new dress. She also has her guitar in hand and grins at the camera before starting in on a song.]

[When the song ends she takes a moment before grinning cheekily at the camera.]

Hey everyone, got my Christmas present and an extra surprise, thought I would share.

This is Megatron, is there a chance I could get some assistance?

[He chooses not to put the post on video, instead trying to keep everything about himself calm, hoping that no one panics over this.]

[LOCKED TO THE POLICE FORCE]

I need to let you know that there is an organic out here that could potentially be quite dangerous. I believe she is frightened and acting out of fear, but she was able to sever a number of lines in my knee as well as score the metal reasonably deep.

She looks to be a young woman with darker skin and brown hair. She had blades that extend from her hand.

I have reason to believe my size was a contribution to frightening her, so I would suggest approach toward her come from smaller bots, or possibly even other organics. At this time I doubt she hurt me out of malice but a sense of self defense so I do not wish to see her treated as a criminal, I am more concerned for her safety.

[Yet another video from a new communicator comes up on the link, but this one is a little different from the other recent arrivals….]

[The view is a mess of shadow and light swirled in movement for the camera as the device drops only to roll over the floor of the temple room. Sound comes through plainly as the sound of screeching metal mixes with the low pitch of metal dropping to the floor, followed by another drop, and then one final resounding thud. Within seconds, the camera comes to a halt where the frame manages to capture the image of what had fallen…an Acolyte. The cloak that had been draped so neatly over the figure is torn to shreds at the top with the hood all but ripped away, leaving behind a mess of sparks showering against the floor from what remains of the neck and one arm.]

[As the frame of the Acolyte belonging to Liege Maximo shudders on the floor, there is no sign of the being responsible for its damage…]


((OOC: Please feel free to use this post to tag in character responses/reactions and carry out contact with other characters. X-23 does not have her communicator and will not respond to this post.))

[Well then. Now that the issue of the Handcuffs is resolved... there's only one thing to do. Get back to real science. Pay no attention to the dents in the walls. Those can be repaired later.]

[Which is precisely why the entire network is being treated to a video feed of some kind of tentacle mass boiling out of a table in Perceptor's lab. The Autobot himself is poised just behind it, peering closely to the hideous thing...]

[... and grinning.]

Brilliant!

[Honestly, he looks like a kid watching their favorite cartoon or something, rather than someone witnessing... that. Whatever that is.]

Now then... if the flood of new arrivals has tapered off somewhat... and if no one requires any further property damage in the name of freedom, I'll be here. In my lab. Performing my primary function.

[He pauses, tilting his head to peer at the still boiling mass.]

... Speaking of which. I would speak with any Autobots originating from the same universe as Smokescreen, Bulkhead and... your loud, sword-swinging friend. [Wheeljack, in other words.] I've questions for you.

[For someone usually good at keeping his emotions in check, when the video snaps on, Rung is looking anything but composed. If anything he looks a bit stressed out and confused, wringing his hands together a bit. He's in his office and he glances at the shelf behind his desk before sighing softly and focusing on the camera.]

I don't mean to be a bother, but does--could anyone help me with a slight issue I'm having? Someone came into my office while I was gone and I'm missing something that's rather important to me.

[One of the few things of sentimental value that Rung has ever really had actually.]






(ooc: Please note this is set before his run in with Tarn on the Christmas tree thread~)