[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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[skidaddle]

That was not nearly as interesting as I imagined.

[He watches Perceptor, who...well, really is huge enough to be a tank, so it should have clued in to him before this point. Still.]

Later. You can take me off the list later.

[He reaches for the energon, eager for his moves to be restored.]

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[sciencetank]

I'm not going to apologize in the slightest.

[He holds it out, free hand on his hip. This should, theoretically, cleanse the rest of the energon effects out.]

[Hopefully.]

Too late. You're off. I'll not have you tackling me in the middle of the night.

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[skidaddle]

If you weren't a good friend of mine I'd have to take offense to that.

[But you are, so he doesn't, and just downs the energon.]

You do realize that won't stop me from tackling you HERE, right?

[Skids; incoming.]

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[sciencetank]

I don't see why you would. It's the truth.

[He shakes his head and looks down, scribbling some notes on his data pad. Needless to say, he's rather distracted... When he's leapt at. He drops the pad, sputtering and cursing.]

[But he's just going to stand there, counting on the heavy tank frame to keep himself on his feet.]