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[Thundercracker is crouched down on a knee out on the edges of Haven. The ground around him is littered with warped, twisted bits of metal and plastic. He has a piece pinched between his fingers, turning it this way and that. Letters of...some language or other can be made out across one scorched face of it.]

Well . . . whatever it was, it's completely unrecognizable now. The language looks like it might be Russian though...

[Don't ask him how he knows that. He has no idea. ~~He STILL hasn't consciously learned about the gift from Alpha Trion, oops!~~]

[A moaning sound comes in from his left. Grimacing in distaste, he merely shifts to raise an arm, firing his shoulder rifle a few times. Wet splorts of something organic being blasted apart can be heard. At least it stops the moaning?]

Brought something with it, though. Lots of somethings. Things that I'd guess died on impact . . . but didn't stay dead. If I had to make a guess, I'd say they were human. Or were at one time.

What the-?

[A heat haze surrounding a fiery glow drifts into view from behind the camera, heading for Thundercracker. He's shifting stances into something he can better react/defend from as it closes on him. The video feed of the camera goes staticky as the heat haze increases, the glowing heart of the anomaly turning into a ball of fire that quickly fills the camera's view. There's a SNARL of pain from the Seeker before the video feed cuts out.]

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Thundercracker! Slag. [And this is Wing, if you got him to cuss, you've gotten him either really upset or really worried. This falls into the later.]

[He's going to keep trying to get TC to pick up the Link, but he's also transforming and heading out to see if he can track down his friend.]

[It takes a bit, but his video finally comes back. He's badly scorched and...is that /blood/ splattered across his fac and shoulders? Still, he looks more annoyed - grossed out, even - than injured.]

Wing, I'm fine. Word to the wise, shooting self- propelling fireballs makes them explode like bloated organic corpses.

[Wing will transform and land again at the assurance.] Good to know. You had me worried there.

Hn. Takes more than that to take down an elite Seeker.

Any news from your area?

Russian? Can you get me a scan? I might be able to translate.

[Why yes, yes those are the sounds of perimeter alarms going off in the background by the way.]

[It takes him a few minutes to reply, but he finally does, sounding irritated but not otherwise stressed like he's injured.]

Alia. Yeah, here.

[Have a data file with several scans.]

[Well.. yup that's in Russian.]

Looks like a fragment of a decontamination sign.. great.

Who wants to take a bet that this is some kind of weird science disaster bring dropped in our laps?

Hmn. I was thinking the same thing.

Honestly, I’m not sure if I'd be worried or relieved if that's all it turned out to be.

In the meantime, think I’m going to head back in. I'm in need of some decontamination myself. [And no, he's not referring to the radiation. Ick.]

Why not both? Keep your bases covered.

Yick. Hope there's plenty of soap around.

There'd better be.

[Cranky Seeker is cranky.]

Call me if you need anything else translated.

I will. Thanks.

Let me see that thing better, I can tell you if it is Russian. [He's been on Earth, he checked. ~~Oh interesting gift.~~] Or rather it it isn't.

They have a particular alphabet that's easy to remember because it looks like glyphs and ....ah. Thundercracker!? Are you still alive?

[It'll take a long moment, but the video finally comes back, if staticky from damage to his Link device. He's badly scorched and…is that /blood/ splattered across his face and shoulders? Still he looks more annoyed –and grossed out –than distressed from injury.]

Yeah, doc. Takes more than that. Word of advice, though –shooting whatever that was destroys it easily enough . . . but the damned thing exploded like some bloated organic corpse.

Ugh. You look like you had a hell of an encounter. Can you still drag your sorry aft to the medbay or I need to go there and pick you up?

I'm fine. [Except…you know…for the fire damage.] Just have a decontamination bath ready for me, will you? I don't want to know what seams this disgusting gore has seeped into.

That I can do. [Knock Out makes a face. He would have scrunched his nose in disgust if he had one.] are there more of those around?

[He shifts to look around, then shakes his head.]

Not that I can see. Doesn't mean more aren't out there past visual.

Anyway . . . on my way in.

[He gives an ETA that likely tells KO he's flying in root mode, not jet - he REALLY doesn't want to transform and risk getting /more/ slag in his system.s]

[Knock Out's camera is moving with him as he goes to set the decontamination bath for when the seeker shows up.]

If you ask me, the Police force doesn't pay you enough. [Does he get paid at all???]

[That gets a raucous, snorting laugh.]

Pay?

[It's okay, though . . . he's used to not being paid. He's not seen anything beyond energon rations and half-afted repairs since the start of the war.]

I know we have no currency here but I figured they gave you something in return for putting your life in danger.

[He's switched to audio since he's moving now.]

Mn, gives me something to do. Besides, I've never been good at staying safe. Guess I like the challenge.

I don't paid for doing my job as the only useful doctor either, so I understand.

Staying safe, though, that's a plus for me.

Russian? Why woul--Thundercracker?!

[He's headed out there too, causexwow. That didn't sound good.]

[It'll take a long moment, but the video finally comes back, if staticky from damage to his Link device. He's badly scorched and…is that /blood/ splattered across his face and shoulders? Still he looks more annoyed –and grossed out –than distressed from injury.]

Bulkhead, I'm all right. Word of advice, though –shooting whatever that was destroys it easily enough . . . but the damned thing exploded like some bloated organic corpse.

Thundercracker! Where are you?

[It'll take a long moment, but the video finally comes back, if staticky from damage to his Link device. He's badly scorched and…is that /blood/ splattered across his face and shoulders? Still he looks more annoyed –and grossed out –than distressed from injury.]

Hey, Rose. I'm fine. I'm on the border of the wastelands. I can see the nearest edge of the Badlands from here.

[He'll turn the Link device to show her even as he sends coordinates.]

Also? Whatever that slagging thing was, shooting it destroys it easily enough . . . but the damned thing exploded like some bloated organic corpse.

I'm on my way.

[She'll be using her Dragoon armor since that would be faster than the motorcycle.]

It seems like all kinds of creatures, some undead, have been appearing since that light show earlier.

Seems to be, yeah. [a low snort] Guess we have our answer about what's coming and when? Is it just me or is this almost a relief in a sense? Not that I want hordes of mutant undead running around.

Almost but not quite a relief. The only thing we have going for us now is that we no longer have to worry about what surprise is going to be thrown at us.

Pretty much.

Be careful out there. Call if you need backup.

In the meantime, I'm heading back in for a decontamination bath.

Edited 2014-07-13 22:55 (UTC)

Thundercracker!!!

[It takes a bit, but his video finally comes back. He's badly scorched and...is that /blood/ splattered across his face and shoulders? Still, he looks more annoyed - grossed out, even - than injured.]

I'm fine, Blurr. For the record? Shooting whatever the frag that was works just fine . . . but it's slagging messy.

[Blurr looks concerned and maybe he scrunches hsi face slightly in disgust.] Do you need me to get there and help you get medical assistance?

I only have a small gun courtesy of Blackarachnia, I don't think it's even powerful enough for that, but I'll take your words into account.

No, I'm about to head back here in an astro-second. Knock Out's already expecting me.

We need to get you something better, Blurr. Huh . . . wonder if Megatronus's place has an armory or something. Or the arena, could check there.

I'll go with you as soon as Doc's done with me, if you want.

I'll can to the medbay to check on you if that's easier. [He wants to make sure you really are taken care of.

I could get something better but this one was modded specially for me. Bigger guns are heavy and slow me down. Don't worry, I'll be fine.

If you want. I'll be there shortly.

[Part of him wants to argue that it's not necessary, he's /fine/, but . . . that's the funny thing about friends, they want to see it for themselves. He's come to know that feeling. So he doesn't argue.]

All right. As long as you that's adequate for you.

[That's another form of "concern for a friend".]

Count me in there in a few.

[He could argue if he wanted. Blurr would ignore him and come either way 8) Because yeah, that's how you do friendship.]

You know I can stop time, right? That makes fighting easier.

Hmn, right. Yeah, it'd come in handy. All right, see you there.

Edited 2014-07-13 22:59 (UTC)

See you soon!

[ooc. Do you mind if we assume the rest? :3]

((ooc: No problem! Had planned to do so myself. <3))

((ooc: thank you dear!))

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