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[botwithacamera]

[Wednesday, late afternoon/evening]

*Comm, to Autobot officers* We have a problem. I'm receiving reports of the Decepticons attacking Portland. Visual confirmation on at least three of the Combaticons present.

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[tactics_planner]

*Heads out of his meeting with Wheeljack.*

I'm on my way, Red Alert.

*Enters the security office moments later and looks over the camera.* ... what now? What the frag are they doing? There's nothing of strategic value in that area of Portland.

[botwithacamera]

*dryly* Apparently, they're destroying things. As for why, I would assume because they're Decepticons and consider that sort of thing "fun."

*turns back to the screen* Preliminary reports from the humans say that Onslaught has been claiming to believe that we're hiding in one of the buildings in the city.

[tactics_planner]

*looks over the reports and sees the latest demands.*

... frag ... Okay, who do we have on base who's been cleared for full duty?

[botwithacamera]

*checks* Currently on base? Firestar, Sideswipe, Jazz, Wheeljack, Ratchet and the Protectobots.

[tactics_planner]

Hrmm ... Okay, we'll work with what we can.

*Open Autobot comm* Firestar, Wheeljack, Ratchet, Jazz, and Sideswipe, I need you all to meet me at the front door of the Ark.

Red Alert, stay here and keep an eye on things. I don't trust the Decepticons not to try something while we're dealing with the Combaticons.

*Comm to Springer and Smokescreen* Your house arrest is over. Springer, meet me at the front doors.

[autobot_ratchet]

What's going on, Prowl? *collects his field medikit, not knowing exactly what had happened*

[tactics_planner]

The Combaticons are attacking Portland. So far we have unconfirmed reports of human casualties. We will need to mount a rescue effort once the Combaticons leave.

[botwithacamera]

*nods grimly* Of course.

[autobotspringer]

*cheerful* Got it, Prowl.

*gives Smokescreen a pat on the leg and pushes himself up* Duty calls, Smokey. Gotta go blow something up. *heads for the door with the exceedingly careful walk of the very drunk*

((ooc: Oh dear.))

[redhotladybot]

*to Prowl* On my way.

[autobot_ratchet]

Understood Prowl.

*turns to Wheeljack* Looks like we're not quite off duty yet.

[hep_kat]

Awww, frag.

... On m' way.

[redhotladybot]

*comm to Red Alert, hesitant* Umm, Red, I'm having a little problem. I'm in your quarters and just got called by Prowl for something that sounds serious, and Inferno is trying to come with me.

[bigdamnsemi]

I take it we're handing Ravage over to them? *Magnus asked, less than pleased with the situation. Have you thought about how you're going to transport Ravage?

[tactics_planner]

Unfortunately it seems that Wheeljack and Ratchet may not have anything appropriate. What experience do you have in a situation like this?

[bigdamnsemi]

Knock him out? Surely Ratchet has some kind of drug that could put a bot like him down for the interim of the trip?