Video [Transmission Originating From: Megatronus's Quadrant]

[redshirtrobot]

[The video comes on rather unexpectedly, and there's... really not that much to see besides a blur of mottled brown and green, and purple and silver. The sound is really more interesting for a while, all clattering and banging and someone shrieking. After a while of this there's a sound like 'whumph whumph whumph', each noise accompanied by a flash on the screen. Eventually the movement stops, until the purple blur shoves around and extracts itself...

And reveals it's a certain Vehicon, armor dented and paint scratched. One of his arms is converted into a rifle.]

I... I think I killed it.






...






I killed it!

[At least he sounds happy until the horrible centipede starts twitching in its death throes... at which point Fracas yelps sharply and starts shooting it again until it stops moving.

And then he kicks it. Just to be sure.]

Okay now it's dead.

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[im_wavin]

[The following is a stream of texts that Ravage has been posting over the link every few minutes or so.]

1:07 oh hai! i'm really high up! i wonders if people can see me wave???

1:09 wha's that thing over there?

1:10 kinda looks like a big ugly centipede thingy

1:11 can it see me?

1:12 it can

1:15 OH SCRAP OH SCRAP OH SCRAP OH SCRAP OH SCRAP!!!!!

1:17 hjdclkfjksdajf;sa!!!! STOP CHASING ME!!!!

1:50 Halp! hurt bad. hiding under rock now. can't wave.

[Accidental Video][Transmitting from Vector's Quad][Backdated][Action Welcome!]

[winged_knight]

((ooc: This occurs the night before the bugs start popping up in Haven. Action is welcome, Drift may wake up after this broadcast))

[The video comes on and at first it's difficult to tell exactly what's happening, except that it's obvious this broadcast wasn't quite intentional. Even in the dim light, the view looks like the one of the rooms at Vector's tower. The communicator, it seems, has been knocked to the floor, giving a slightly askew view of the room's only door.]

[Somewhere off-screen there's some shuffling, footsteps and a nervous voice, bordering on the edge of fear.]

Drift... What is going on? Talk to me... Drift please!

[A form comes into view: it certainly looks like Drift, even in the dark, but does not move like him. The staccato rhythm of his steps is odd, as is the slight downwards cant to the helm and the way the optics--dilated large behind the cyan glass--seem to gaze unseeing. He arrives at the door, simply standing for a moment. When it does not open immediately, a hand raises to the access panel. There's a flash of blurred white and red that fills the screen then, something passing in front of the camera to interpose. Wing, grabbing the wrist, squeezing himself between Drift and the door.]

Where are you going? Talk to me! Drift, Wake up!

[The harsh demand is punctuated by a violent shake. But it's fruitless and Wing looks away with a hissing curse. It's then that he notices the communicator.]

Does anyone know what's going on? [He's trying to stay calm, but there's a part of him that's failing.] Is there maybe a medic out there with a sedative...or something? Maybe some rope? I don't want to hurt him.