[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.]

Comments

[Video]

[notyourblueangel]

Are you feeling all right, Skids?

[Okay, so he doesn't know Skids very well, though he /did/ enjoy talking him before that big party. He still has that hat...he figured, why not? But the Autobot hadn't stricken him as one to...threaten...anyone, not for something so minor. And WTH was that flicker of green? That's not natural, right?]

[Video]

[skidaddle]

Other than needing more of the good stuff...

Yes.

I've never felt better.

[Or more aggressive. Come on, let him prove himself.]

[Video]

[notyourblueangel]

"Good stuff"?  What do you mean?

[Why does he NOT like the sound of that?]

[Video]

[skidaddle]

I mean the energon that Perceptor was testing.

You should try some.

[Its delicious.]

[Okay, no, actually it tastes like slag, but it does wonders for his speed.]

[Video]

[notyourblueangel]

[He grimaces, instantly more wary – not of Skids himself…not even really of Perceptor per se. No, it's that fragging swill that the arrogant Autobot had refused to consider testing – REAL testing – more thoroughly before being willing to just pour it into other mechs' tanks to see how it did. And . . . now he's wondering if his caution, as ill-received as it'd been (which was actually an understatement), had been for good reason.]

Thanks but I'll pass.

Skids . . . how are you feeling? You don't, ah . . . don't seem quite yourself.