[Dirge has been off the network for a while now. He's been too busy sulking in an abandoned factory and forgetting to feed his dragonette. But his face is filling up the comm screens again now, and he looks downright smugI hope you haven't forgotten me, Axiom. I want all of your attention ( Read more... )

[The feed opens on Slipstream, waking from a door beside a Chromite massage parlor. Various denizens of the Zone 7 'hood are loitering about the darkened roadway: not quite the empties of lower levels, but predominantly mechanoid lifeforms in disrepair. It's like some non-gentrified area of pre-automaton Detroit, if you know it. As Slipstream turns ( Read more... )

[Dirge's video feed is still on from before. He's coasting low above the streets in jet form in hot pursuit of Commander Vimes.]

::Give it up, human! You shouldn't have stuck your nose where it didn't belong!::

[Lockdown has been avoiding the Network since his arrival, preferring to get a feel for the place before making his presence publicly known to others like him...well, at least others who have also been torn from their 'verse. He had run into Megatron his first solar here, securing his employment needs, plus he befriended a fellow neutral named ( Read more... )

[The camera shows Dirge with an unfamiliar expression...contrition? It seems to weird him out as much as it probably does the viewer ( Read more... )

[Have a very disoriented jet shaking his head and peering blearily into the communicator screen ( Read more... )

[Dirge's face is in the camera and he's got the most maniacal grin]

Glit! I have it! Get in here right now! [He's holding something in energon stained talons that looks like...

....like a spark chamber.]

Hurry!

......

............

.............................

Give.

Everything.

Back.

NOW.[He's already gone crazy searching his room to make sure he didn't give away Lugnut's servo- which, thankfully is still there. Not much else is- a few miscellaneous things like those little red and white balls. Most notably, Jetstorm's body is gone and he ( Read more... )

I have a favor to ask of any of the medics out there. Normally, I wouldn't ask for anything, but this has really been bothering me ( Read more... )

[The comm flips on- Dirge is in his room and he looks very distraught]

I can't stand it! T-there's too many things in here... All of these useless possessions- why was I keeping some of this stuff? [Picks up a broken and rusted cog]

Is there anyone out here that can use some of these things? It's ridiculous to keep them here rotting in piles. ( Read more... )