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]

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.]