Sold Into Slavery Saga - Meanwhile, Back At The Ranch...

[city_awake]

*Metroplex is home to many diverse beings - mostly Autobots, admittedly, but he has been known to house humans, Nebulons, aliens of descriptions as varying as imagination itself. At the moment, Metroplex is home to one very, very worried moogle

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[toughguytruck]

//You think I keep tabs on him? I have enough trouble with Snowcat.// Who he is currently chaining to a chair, to keep from eating any more things.

[city_awake]

*slightly bemused* //I UNDERSTAND, DEMOLISHER. I ONLY ASK THAT YOU KEEP AN OPTIC SENSOR POWERED FOR HIM.//

[toughguytruck]

*gah, too loud!* //And can you tone it down? I have enough of a headache.// *Snowcat flails mutely*

[city_awake]

*slight pause*

//IS THIS BETTER?//

[thebasi]

(( *dies at subject line* ))

*the gateway to Eidol flickers and smoothly expands. moments after it locks itself open, Basi strides through, Thaln at her side. she looks focused, and like someone who's just been through some fighting, but other than favouring her right leg slightly she seems uninjured*

*snaps her gaze around and to the ceiling* Metroplex?

[city_awake]

I AM HERE, BASI. ARE YOU WELL?

[thebasi]

*smiles slightly for him* Just waiting on the healing spell to finish off. What's happening?

[city_awake]

*subdued* RODIMUS IS NOT ANSWERING HIS COMMLINK. NOR ARE THE OTHERS WHO ACCOMPANIED HIM ON HIS MISSION. THEY MAY BE MISSING IN ACTION.

[kaci_celica]

...Roddy's missing? Since how long ago?

[raisedbymoogles]

A few hours. He's not answering his comm. *bounces worriedly*

[apprentice_lurk]

*comes striding through the gates of Autobot City, wings mantling over her head and a fully restored flock of beardlings streaming past either side of her* *optics flash* What the flying frag's going on?!

*if it's Void or his lot again, I'll-*

[cynic_cassette]

*follows in after, for once actually slightly calmer than her triadmate and letting her do the demanding for explanations for once. Though if it is Void's fault, Raven wouldn't mind the chance to do something horrible to him for it. She missed the battle aboard the Cocytus, and she's itching for the opportunity to do something to make up for that*

[navigatorsghost]

((Do you guys mind not barging in on Drath until I've had chance to chat to you, pleasepleaseplease? Galvatron's just tapped me on the shoulder with a Plan, but since it requires some subterfuge it won't work if someone with a 'Con sigil goes straight in with guns blazing...))

[cynic_cassette]

(( I think the plan for us so far was just to find out what had happened to Rodimus this time. We haven't charged off to the desert or wherever it is yet. ;) ))

[chaos_gunner]

*it's quiet on the bridge of the Dis, but it's the silence of aftermath rather than the peace of nondisturbance. Galvatron, now fully repaired - although he seems to have picked up a few new scrapes on his otherwise glistening finish - is leaning back in his command chair, optics glowing smokily beneath half-closed lids. His left hand is idly stroking the Dis's touchpad, and the giant ship's engines purr quietly in response. At his feet is Cyclonus, again now fully repaired but sporting sparking scratches along his wings and a minor, slow-dripping wound to his throat; his optics are fully closed and his head rests heedlessly against Galvatron's knee, his features composed and peaceful. Scourge is curled against his wingmate's shoulder, one wing draped over Cyclonus, his face hidden in shadow.*

*and then the comm console lights up. With a look of almost desultory irritation, Galvatron stretches lazily over to hit the switch* I hope this is important

[city_awake]

((BRILLIANCE. And I love the setting. *squees at the afterglow-pretty*))

*Metroplex's habit is to speak calmly and politely, mostly to offset the effects of a voice that has been known to cause audial blowouts.* ...HAS BEEN MISSING IN ACTION FOR SEVERAL HOURS, POSSIBLY OFFLINE OR DEACTIVATED. ANY ASSISTANCE WOULD BE APPRECIATED. *pause* I AM ACTIVATING MY INTERNAL SPEAKER. THE PARTY GATHERING TO RESCUE RODIMUS PRIME AND HIS GROUP INCLUDES DREADBOOTS, RAVEN AND THE BEARDLINGS; YOU MAY WISH TO ADDRESS THEM AS WELL.

[chaos_gunner]

*sits forward in his chair, propping his elbow on the console; disturbed now for good or ill, so he might as well give the situation his full attention!* *aside* Cyclonus, Scourge, take your stations!

*to Metroplex* You want me to rescue Rodimus Prime from the results of his own idiocy. Again. *and yes, in that oh-too-reasonable voice, it does sound exactly as silly as it is*

*ominous pause*

...very well!

*strategic routines engage without any real need for conscious direction, and he is all business when he speaks again* When did he last check in, and from where? And what mission was he pursuing when you, ah, mislaid him?

[navigatorsghost]

((I seriously advise that Metroplex coughs up everything he knows, btw. For several reasons. ;) ))