[Why, at first it appears there's nothing onscreen, just the floor seem from a low vantage point. Someone must have dropped it, that's all--]

I was wondering when it was going to hit me...

[Lo and behold, onscreen walks what appears to be a talking doll. Stitched in red fabric, it seems Albert has kept the boots and scarf typical to his cyborg uniform. His body even bears the numbers 004. His hand seems to still be missing, now replaced with a crude club of sorts. Getting used to this body is going to take a looong while...]

Least you guys know what you are. Anyone know what I am? Because I'm not really sure.

[Locked to the Police Force]

[No matter, it was still serious business time.]

How many of you have been affected by this...change? If it's a lot, I think we're in big trouble.

[The feed fiddles for a minute after it turns on, until anyone enters the frame. Have a largely red, probably car-related alt-mode Transformer, looking disgruntled. The pirate hat head should probably be a tip-off who this is, if the Gokaiger logo in place of an Autobot sigil on his barely-visible chest isn't.]

Guess I finally got hit by the let's be somethin' else gig. Would've been nice to be somethin' that still fit on my ship.

[A pause.]

Transformin's supposed to feel natural, right?

[Guess who has NOT been affected yet.  Thundercracker has been following the posts on the network. It's really strange seeing friends and everyone else in completely different forms. And he finally thinks he might – admittedly only MIGHT – have an idea of what's happened.]

Alpha Trion . . . has one of your books gone missing again, sir?

[And locked to the police force, because he'd been meaning to say something for some time. He feels obligated.]

By the way, I would like to, ah, apologize in advance. Because I know it's only a matter of time.

My wingmate, Skywarp, arrived to Haven several days ago. Actually, we're not from the same timestream, but he's similar enough. So far, he's managed to keep out of trouble, but again that's probably only a matter of time. I know it would be for…well, "my" Warp. [Have a small, wry grin.] It's not good to let him get bored – he finds ways to entertain himself. At best, by pranking people.

You'll know him when you see him. He's a Seeker like me. Built almost identically to me – and Starscream, by the way – but he's black and purple.

I'll do my best to keep a leash on him, but I can't make any promises.

[Yes, there's humor as he says that. For as troublesome as his wingmate can be, this is a role he's ~L~O~N~G~ accustomed to. And he's really glad to have his fellow Seeker here.]

[Well. Looks like Mister Big-Shot from the other day didn't get away from this one unscathed. However... while there is a human lounging on screen... it's not what you'd expect.]



So how long do we have to put up with this? I'd like to get back to walking sometime soon, thanks.

[Yes, that's right. It's a very pale, very lanky-looking young woman sprawled out on a blanket looking suspiciously like an Italian flag... Fortunately, Mirage got Sideswipe to consent to clothing, otherwise this would be a lot more awkward.]

I don't see how humans are supposed to get around on flat feet. Not to mention you all move so slowly. You should really look into more efficient fuels, too. Ingesting it every day? Such a waste of time.

[And yes, that's also right. Apparently the Autobot's only complaint with this whole matter is the lack of wheels on ... "her" ... feet. And how boring eating is.]

[Good job, Sideswipe.]



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[ Some of you may recognize Vandal. But something seems different. The fact that she's standing over her own house maybe. Her own... destroyed house. And that she's now a Cybertronian mech. She looks generally like she normally would wearing her RIG, but now she's got some extra kibble and a faceplate covering her mouth, visor glowing brightly. ]

CHECK THIS OUT! Holy crap! Finally a random happenstance in my favor!

Just look at this! This is damn incredible! I'm not sure what I turn into, but DAMN!

Oh man, I hope this lasts! Sorry for everyone who's kinda got the bum end of this deal, but wow. WOW.

... Definitely got stuck in my own trailer though. That thing is toast. But I DON'T EVEN CARE! I'M A CYBERTRONIAN!

Woooooooooo!

[ She pumps a fist into the air and the feed cuts. ]