[Oh hello birdbrain, what have you been doing lately?]

[Apparently hanging out in your room, since that's where you seem to be right now. You also look mildly upset.]

Someone please. I'm trying to tell Shadowmaru the changes in the glyphs are normal.

[He makes a face, and glances over his shoulder.]

He's having difficulty accepting this. And I am having less luck convincing him than usual.



((ooc: responses may come from both dumb ninjas!))

-aw come on, not now!!

[The boy curses over the sound of warning alerts, the feed shaky as wherever he is, it looks like Garrod is struggling with some sort of controls. Those blinking lights around him can't be good.]

Come on, come on, come on- Crap, no good, I gotta slow this thing down somehow..!

[He glances around frantically before it seems something comes to mind.]

Hope the Harmonica's still got some juice..!

[Flipping a few switches, he wrestles again with the main controls of his Gundam, concentrating on the main screen before him as he watches the ground get closer with each second.]

-Now!

[There's a flare of reddish light, and depending on where one is around the Northeastern edges of the Haven, one might see a large white mech in mid-plummet, suddenly firing off a stream of multiple beam blasts from a long shield-like weapon. It serves to provide a brief buffer in the Gundam's descent, but the landing is still a rough one once it does touch down with its feet, the ground crumbling at its impact, sending the mobile suit sprawling forward a good couple of miles before it halts.]

Rgghhh...!

[The image rattles badly with the landing, and Garrod himself is thrown forward in the mech's cockpit, unmoving as the lights within fade out along with the alarms system.]

[The link flickers to life, and on the screen, a small Autobot looks to be waving to some Primian Acolytes, thanking them over his shoulder. He looks down at the communication device. Here was something a little more familiar to the bot.]

This is Rung, calling for anyone who is part of the Lost Light here. I've been informed that I'm on Cybertron, but... I don't quite recall going back to Cybertron.

[He purses his lips worriedly but he vents a small sigh, to calm himself down.]

If anyone else gets this message, and knows of any of the crew members of the Lost Light... Perhaps you could lead me in the direction of where they could be. These... Acolytes were very helpful in helping me calm down. But I should really be going. If anyone could find someone by the name of Whirl, or Fortress Maximus.

[He trails off, a finger tapping on his chin as he thinks. Soon he shakes his head and smiles back at the link.]

Any information would be most grateful. Thank you for anyone who is listening.

[Hello Haven.  Have a familiar face for at least some of you.  Wing has left the temple.  It's clear he's got a lot on his mind; this city, what the Acolytes told him, that he's even alive, is a lot to take in.  He decides to start with what he knows he'll need.]

Hello.  If anyone could tell me of a decent place to stay, I'd really appreciate it.