[Things were completely wrong, and this wasn't where he ought to be, but he wasn't sure if Starscream's precense was more of a surprise than all the proof of things being off were.]

I want to know anything different from whatever you term as normal that might have happened in the last sixty hours or so.

[That wasn't a request by the way, and Jetfire's voice is recognisable, but much sharper than he'd usually sound - mostly to hide his frustrated confusion over what he found when he looked over himself to see what was different in conjunction to the different place he woke up in and found the Link.

He's looked through it, and what in the name of Cybertron was that?]

[The feed comes on with a clatter and a shaking of the video until the device settles - apparently, it had been dropped or tossed aside?  Thundercracker is in the field of vision, and it looks like he's in the Junkpile somewhere.  He looks like he's . . . not quite himself, too.]

[The first thing people would likely note?  His right wing isn't the customary blue with red stripe like his left one is.  It's black with a purple stripe.  Wait a minute . . . isn't that Skywarp's color scheme??  There's a tight-fitting collar around his throat too, segmented metal with a few active indicator lights blinking or glowing softly, and some small receptors and access ports as well.  He looks like he's been in  hard battle for a month straight with no reprieve, too - he's scuffed and dirty, his paint badly worn, his body gouged and dented.  His shoulder rifles are gone, open holes left in his upper arms where the couplings would hook in.  The Decepticon brands are missing from his wings - not as if removed but as if they were never there.  About the ONLY things that look "normal" on him are the Glyph on his left shoulder and the sheriff badge mounted on his right.  He's worn it proudly since McCrane gave it to him a few months ago, but now he plucks it off and looks at it, turning it over in his hands as if he's never seen it before and has no idea what it is or what it does.  He starts to toss it away as well, but . . . something stops him.  He regards it for another instant, then remounts it on his shoulder with a shrug before looking around as if to assess his situation.]

[Those who have known Thundercracker since he first arrived might remember how guarded and stoic he'd been - he's actually come a long way!  The look in his optics now, however?  Makes that Thundercracker seem like he'd been a warm and outgoing guy from the start.  There's a chill in this mech's demeanor, a wounded and angry, closed guardedness far beyond even what he'd been before.]

Hmn.  Should find some fuel, I guess.  And a weapon.  That was too easy, getting out of there.  Has to be a trap of some kind.  [He scowls darkly.]  If Master's playing games again...

[With a rough snort, he turns to head deeper into the Junkpile, inadvertently giving the camera a good view of his back . . . which from his shoulders vents down over his pelvic unit and across both wings is covered in long, scorched furrows from electro-whips.]



((ooc:  Uh, TC MAYYYYYYY or may not come back to answer comm responses.  Actionspam, OTOH, is totally welcome!  Initially, TC will try to run - he thinks you're there to recapture him =[ - but he can't fly, he has no weapons, his mods are disabled, and he's injured, so it'll be pretty easy to catch up and corner him if need be.))

[The link appears to have been... dropped. It's just sitting on the floor of a hallway in Trion's temple. There's a partial view of a nearby room, the door half-open and sitting strangely on its hinges. The room itself appears... trashed. Like the storm blew through the room as well as the Haven.]

[Everything is absolutely still. Absolutely silent.]

[For several minutes.]

[And then something slams itself down off-screen, hard enough to rattle the Link itself. It actually vibrates a few inches forward at the impact.]

[Someone laughs. There's no amusement in the sound, only smug satisfaction.]

Look! Look, look, look!

[The voice is probably familiar, but the cadence is all wrong. The speaker grabs the Link, jerking it toward the room.]

I did it. I did it so well too, didn't I? You thought you had me -- what was it? What was it? Are you punishing me? Is that it?

No, no. That won't do. I got out!

[More laughter. Delighted, echoing laughter.]

[And all of the sudden, a face pops on-screen, upside down. The smile it wears is sharp, harsh. It's... Kagerou?]

Aren't. You. Proud? Brave Police.

[There is a fevered light in his optics -- both of which are visible now, the scanner no longer marking half his face. And then the feed goes dark.]

[The video switches on with a small thunk; lying on its side, playing a rather grisly scene. Sentinel Prime is on the ground, getting his ass whooped - he's not in the best of condition, and he's taken quite a few beatings already, but the worst injury of all is the fact his right leg's been torn off and cast aside, spilling energon everywhere.

And oh golly, his assailant appears to be Ambulon. Ambulon, in his perfect purple and blue paint scheme. His back is to the recording, but you clearly see how he's repeatedly stomping Sentinel in the torso with one foot.]

This your doing, Autobot!? You bring me here!? [And Ambulon is just pounding away at the half-conscious Sentinel. The answer he gets isn't good enough; not that it's much of an answer so much as a noise.] Where's the rest of your crew? Where's your leader? [But he kind of laughs because, yeah, he's not expecting any answers. Just watching the suffering is enough - but he is angry. Ambulon swings back his foot and kicks Sentinel hard in the side. At this point, he's moved around the Autobot and--oh, is that a Decepticon insignia on his shoulder?]

I got bigger things to deal with. You're not worth my time. [And so Ambulon just sort of bails on the Autobot, picking up the device as he goes along. He's surprised it's been recording all this time, however.] Well. Seems I got the Autobot's friends on the line already. Don't worry. Your big-chinned companion'll live - if you get to him in time. But first, I want some answers: who the Hell brought me here, where the Hell is Megatron or the DJD, and who the Hell do I have to kill to get back?

[OOC: Got permission from Sentinel-mun for Sentinel's ass-beating. ♥ There'll be a thread in this post for anyone who wants to help Sentinel. And I recommend someone does, 'cause he kinda needs help. :(]

My, that was certainly a storm! How on earth you manage the weather out here is completely beyond me.

[Rarity has a few awesome ideas that she wants to share with all of you. Sure, a few days ago she had totally freaked out, but now she's determined to make something of herself.]

For those who don't know, my name is Rarity! I do apologize for my scene a few days ago, it was most improper of me. Now! I have a little project I want to work on, if anyone would be kind enough to help. I need construction workers, if you'd be so kind, and I'd like to know a little more about polish and oil baths. Oh, and paint! What sort of paint do you use?

Secondly, I happen to notice that we're close to Nightmare Night! In Ponyville, we celebrated by dressing up in costumes and taking part in various activities! Now, if you do not mind I wish to hold what amounts to a Nightmare Night Ball, which will take place about four days from now. I expect everyone to arrive in costume! So dress your best and have fun! It will take place at the hub, if you're curious. Oh, and helpers would be absolutely lovely.

I believe that is everything! Thank you so much for listening.