[Open][Freewheeling, with little coordinate markers on the screen]

[skidaddle]

[Skids is driving, the camera showing rocks and dust flying as he whisks by. The terrain seems smoother here, and as he's cruising along he passes by a little red flag...then another. Then another. Coordinate marks tick off across the screen as he goes.]

This is a little announcement to declare two things, so if you like good news listen up.

First of all...I'd like you all to welcome 4 to the Law Committee. He filled out the form, it checked out. If anyone wants to vote him off, take it up with Black Arachnia. Or Miko.

[It's pretty handy, having someone to delegate to.]

Second of all...

[And now is one of his favorite times--showing off. Without slowing down he transforms, leaping off the ground in mid-transformation and rolling forward. The camera is a mess of dizziness for a moment before a solid object slams down in front of it--a thin, slender rod....
topped with a red flag.]

Today marks the day the last road in the haven is plotted.

[He stands, dusting off his hands, looking a little too pleased with himself.]

Now, I'm not in the Law group, but if I catch anyone pulling flags out over the next few lunar cycles until the roads are in? [His face gets reaaaally close to the camera--is that a green tint in his optics? It wasn't there before.] Then I'm going to hunt you down, and shove them in places only your maker has seen. Got it?

Good.

[A moment later he's back in vehicle mode, zooming along as if that display of aggression wasn't completely unusual for him.]

[Sadly, he doesn't make it much further before his engine starts sputtering.]

PERCEPTOR. SEND MORE OF YOUR ENERGON TO MY COORDINATES, NOW.

[Someone has been taking a little too much of that Synth En.]

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[redshirtrobot]

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[That hangs it. No more Mister Nice Vehicon B|]



I don't care if you're head of this project or not. It's not going anywhere until you sober up.

And if you don't, I'm going to rearrange all those flags.

You're never going to figure out where they were originally when I'm done. And I'll fight you over it if you make me.

[skidaddle]

You wouldn't dare.

[He's suddenly very insanely serious looking. You used the magic word, and the magic word was 'flag.']

[redshirtrobot]

[Fracas's face, scarred optic and all, nears the camera, and he practically growls.]

Try. Me.

I'll set the schedule back a full month just moving those around.

[skidaddle]

You touch one flag, and you are the first mech I come after.

Teal or not, there's no hiding from me.

[His engine revs.]

Not even behind your mask.

[redshirtrobot]

Skids, either you dry yourself out, or I will drown you in minutia. There's no other deal here.

[He squares his shoulders, wings twitching.]

I'd like to see you get me when you're stuck on the ground and I'm not.

I don't have to be afraid of you.

[skidaddle]

You have to come down sometime.

[redshirtrobot]

Yeah. When you do.

[skidaddle]

When I d--

That doesn't even make sense!

[It might, though, if he had his head on straight.]

[redshirtrobot]

It would if you weren't crazy right now.

[Yeah, he totally just said it.]

[skidaddle]

Oh, it is on.

Watch your back, Fracas, because I'm going to be on it.

[It sounds like fun now that he's said it.]