[The Link kicks on, to show Rewind in his quarters, sorting out some datapads he'd found in Trion's library. His shoulders are pretty slumped, and he carries a certain fatigue about him. Something very unlike the bouncy little flashdrive.  But there's a reason for this broadcast, as he turns to it.  This isn't an easy thing for Rewind to come out on the feed and say, so bear with him.]

Has anyone seen Chromedome as of late? He's hardly in the temple, at least to my knowledge and...


I worry what he's been up to.

[It was a bit shameful to admit, not trusting your Conjunx Endura. But this was a bit more personal than he'd like to admit.]


It's like ever since I told him to break his needles he's been...distant. He won't tell me anything, either. Just...'busy'.


{OOC to CD: Despite it being video, it's totally okay for Chromedome to walk in on this}

[While Skids might never admit openly that he likes showing off...he likes showing off. He likes the way gravity works, he likes the way you can calculate trajectories using different forces to turn unconventional weapons--such as, say, the dead body of a half-transformed comrade--into deadly flying time-bombs waiting to explode. He likes target practice, and he likes aerial maneuvers. He likes flower arranging, and he likes haberdashery. He likes skills he hasn't learned yet.]

...

[Right now, he likes ramps. While he is positive that this chunk of motor-vehicular-catastrophe fell through the lambda from some sadistic circus, he is not going to look a gift-cart under the axles. It is not his fault that a wicked half-pike with a 360 degree loop now exists on the edge of the junk pile, but it would be sinful not to at least try it once. He has even outfitted the end of the ramp with a pile of logs--though why he has done this will remain a mystery unless you see the video through to its end.]

Just in case this does not go as I expect it to, I have a few announcements to make.

First--I seem to be cured. Most of you know this, but I'm making it official. Pharma got rid of the problematic 'devouring the energon of the living' thing.

[Even if he still had the mandibles. Win some, lose some. He'd win more if he got to torment Prowl with them later.]

Second--since we've had a number of new folks...Hi. I'm Skids. Ex-Diplomat, Autobot, and in charge of the Zoning Commitee. I've seen a number of you talking about feeling marginalized, so I invite you to contact Black Arachnia and join one of our Special Committees.

Making a difference starts here.

[The application is attached.]

Third--Nexus is possibly the best Firstforged, and...

Fourth--I leave my possessions to the Road Crew, Dead End, Chromedome, and Perceptor. Here goes.

( Possibly the most spontaneous act he's ever committed... )

I did mention that Nexus was the best First-forged, didn't I?

[Meet Skid's second alt-mode--a wood shredder. Also, he may have broken more than one strut trying this, but he is not going to ruin the moment now.]