Voice;

[patriarchic]

[The voice that comes over the Link is tired, grizzled and weirdly sounds--clogged, or a tiny bit slurred, like the person speaking is drugged or in pain or just woke up or sat through one of Optimus Prime's speeches.]

Alright, I'm assuming there's a Very Good Reason I woke up in what amounts to a garbage tip. And I want to hear it sooner rather than later, because somewhere along the line I lost my unit, and I need them back, now.

In unharmed condition.

Misfire. Crankcase. Spinister. [as smoothly as he had the others] Fulcrum. Report, if you're here. I want a full debriefing from any of you, in person--let's regroup and... well.

Let's not get too ambitious. Let's just regroup, and take it from there.

Comments

AUDIO;

[forcowardice]

Krok!

Hey, I'll come find you, all right? Misfire's here, but I haven't seen any of the others. Or, uh, Grimlock. For the record.

AUDIO;

[patriarchic]

You two found each other? Good, good work.

You both okay?

AUDIO;

[forcowardice]

Well, kinda hard to lose someone like Misfire, to be honest.

We're fine. You know they have a bar here? They have a bar here. We're pretty sure that getting drunk is a must, but--

I'll. I'll go find you first and maybe we can get a medic to see how you're doing.

AUDIO;

[patriarchic]

Touche. You probably heard him from a mile off.

Be careful. We're taking this slow, I don't want to lose anybody else. Believe me, I know how important drinking is.

I'll wait here for you.

AUDIO;

[forcowardice]

Er, right. [He'll try not to think of poor Flywheels.]

All right. I'll, uh. You know, try to be quick about it.

[He'll jog, even!]

action??

[patriarchic]

[he's staying where he is, probing gingerly at the holes in his face, one optic cracked and broke straight through, the other mercifully intact, so at least he can see. Right now, that feels like luck.

And he has to pull it together for his guys, so he grimly stands and checks his weapon and makes like a group leader.]

action!

[forcowardice]

[And Fulcrum makes like a coward and will run all the way there. Which means some stumbling because it's easy to trip over this crap.

He has enough survival instinct that he's not shouting for Krok, and he has a good idea of what to look for. Though absently he wonders if he should have sent Misfire instead because, hey, at least he has a jet mode.]

[misfier]

HEYA KROK! Me and Fulcrum are here! Haven't seen Spin, Grimmy or Crank-face, though.

[patriarchic]

Two out of five's not bad for a starter.

[he is happy to hear from you Misfire ;;]

Are you drunk yet? Fulcrum says that's on your agenda.

[misfier]

Right?! This is like a regular party! I sure hope Spin isn't lost somewhere or something he couldn't find his way out of a storage crate with a GPS.

Nope! But yes, I hope to be very soon! You should come, too!

[patriarchic]

If he's here, we'll just follow the sound of random shooting.

Hmnf. I guess you've earned some downtime.

[misfier]

Pretty much.

Yesssssssssssssssssss! Krok you are the BEST! Who's the best team captain? YOU ARE!

[patriarchic]

Save it for when I can get us out of here. You notice this place has a lot of Autobots, or...

[misfier]

Yeah kinda. But the war's over, right...? So. Nothing to worry about.

[patriarchic]

[Quietly] Yeah, the war's over. [why doesn't it sound like he's reassured by that]

[misfier]

Something the matter, Krok? Y'face still hurt? Y'want me to come get you?

[Video]

[young_upstart]

Garbage..?

-wild guess, but you just get here too?

voice;

[patriarchic]

[he keeps it voice for now, but the silence is telling at the surprise he feels]

Mmhm. You look --a little like an Autobot I've read about.

[Video]

[young_upstart]

Welcome to the club. ...Oh yeah?

[patriarchic]

"Hot Rod", I think he went by.

[sounding a little unnerved - this is the most conversationally toned, err, conversation, he's had with an autobot]

[young_upstart]

[He actually smiles.]

Finally! Someone's got it right! Well, aside from Ultra Magnus, but hey, guess I'll take what I can get.

[vandalization]

Hey there, I met one of your buddies, Fulcrum. He's here and he's safe for what it's worth. I can answer any questions you have.

If you need medical attention or fuel, I can also point you in the right durection.

[patriarchic]

[hello fellow robot] Good. Thank you.

I'm gonna need a medic, I have--[holes in my face] A thing. ...It's not a threat to my function, though.

[vandalization]

[ She won't correct you.] Hey, no injury too small. Anything I can do to make people more comfortable.

I'm working down at the bar since everyone is gathering there now, do you need coordinates? If you can't walk I can have someone bring me out to you.

[patriarchic]

I've--I can walk. [he doesn't want to rack up more debt] What's your designation?

[vandalization]

Kay.

I'm Vandal.

[patriarchic]

[sounds like a 'Con. Sold.]

Great. Good to know you.

Been stuck here long, Vandal?

[vandalization]

Months, yeah. We have our ups and downs.

[patriarchic]

Mostly downs, from the look of it.

Any way I can pay you back, let me know.

[vandalization]

Ah don't worry about it. We're all in this together.

video

[malleability]

You their leader?

permavoice

[patriarchic]

That's right.

Who are you?

[malleability]

What's your rank?

Gig. Eradicon, crew of the Nemesis.

[patriarchic]

Acting captain of the Weak Anthropic Principle.

...The Nemesis. [Awed as hell.] No way.

[malleability]

...You didn't name it, did you?

From what I understand the Nemesis isn't around in your dimension. That right?