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

[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?