Oh! I got on! Um. Hello, I'm Don Dogoier? This seems like the public network here... I'm uh. I guess I'm here to help? I'm an engineer or a mechanic or whatever. They seemed pretty excited when I brought that up.

[rustling, shuffling noise]

Uh! I'm also looking for my ship! It's the Gokai Galleon? It's red, it looks like a seafaring ship, but it's a space vessel... My friends should be on it. I hope. If they are, I'm sure they've made a scene already. If anyone has seen a group of pi- er. People... With a guy in red? If you could point me to where they are before my frozen food thaws... I'd appreciate it.

I hope they're here..... If not, could anyone tell me where I can find a fridge?

[ Oh look! It's the lady in the suit. She sounds pissed. ]

Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on? Something heavy fell on my head in the medbay storage room, knocked me the hell out and I don't know how fucking long I've even been passed out under a pile of boxes.

The hell is even going on here?!

[ He's not really a communications mech. That wasn't his job. His job had always been to make the hard decisions, be the first one in there, the one to make the bold movements. He used comms only when necessary. ]

WHERE IS MY TEAM? Where are the others!

[ ...That probably gets the point across. It's about the most he can articulate at this level of fury. It was hard to think, and he just clutches at the air uselessly, balling his hands into fists. ]

Do not hide them from me. Will tear all who stand in way apart!

[ Grimlock obviously missed the memo about the whole rip in space-time and ancient Cybertron thing. To be fair, from the number of terrorpede corpses splattered around, seems like he's settled in okay. He picks up a foot, stomping on one of the still twitching corpses, splattering more goo everywhere. ]

Rrrgh. Bugs.