Re/Alignment
February 5th, 2013 
 I do not suppose anyone would be willing to assist me in the Vectorian Sector. As joyful as it is to take on these creatures, humans say 'groups make it more fun'

[Also he has no guns. Anyone with blaster fire would most DEFINITELY be appreciated. Blades can only do so much.]

No pressure.

Locked to Barricade )

Locked to Bay!Shockwave )

perfavore: (Andiamo!!)
[It's another one of those video feeds where one can't hardly tell what's happening, due to the amount of rapid motion happening on the screen. There are flashes of something huge and metallic-colored, some glowing lights and the by-now-familiar exoskeletons of the centipede monsters. But for the most part, it's nothing short of a frantic blur of activity.]

[Eventually the view flies through the air, as if someone has thrown the camera. It lands, helpfully, facing the scene of the action, and showing the problem in all its... rather terrifying glory.]

[Oh look everyone. It's the Driller. Versus some of the centipede monsters! This should be an easy brawl. But what does it have...? Does it have a weapon? Because it looks like it's using something small and reddish-colored to bludgeon the centipedes.]

[... something small in comparison to the Driller, anyway.]

[The Driller ends up, as the feed goes on, tossing its weapon a good distance away, either done with it, or distracted by more monsters somewhere off-screen. As the reddish-colored whatsit flies through the air, and lands heavily near the camera... it becomes rather obvious what exactly it is.]

[...]

[It's Perceptor.]

[The tank version.]

[He fumbles for the Link, lying facedown where he landed, and, somehow, manages to shut the thing off. The feed ends with a shot of the palm of his hand. Thanks Percy.]



((ooc: with permission from the Driller's player! ... And the Driller may hijack a thread or two. B) ))
sciencetank: (Stop in the name of science!)
[There's nothing much to the message. Just another plea for help from a robot -- those have gotten pretty common lately, haven't they? Especially from this one.]

I need someone's help -- out on the edges of the badlands... I --

I found Perceptor out here.

[Not exactly who he was looking for, but. A friend is a friend.]

He's damaged. Buried in rocks. I don't know what happened... I can't get him back safely by myself.

[The sound of rock shifting can be heard. Despite what he says, he's trying to get the Autobot out of trouble. Without much success.]

He needs help, please!
thxforthememories: (Seriously car we need to have words.)
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