Waiting for some good news...
*Let's review, thinks Metroplex.*
*Rodimus and the Rescue Daniel Band have gone missing, and apparently they're hidden so well not even Primus Himself can find them, according to Priestess Auspex. Spike has been dumped somewhere, alive-thank-Primus, and Kaci has gone off to fetch him out of the middle of nowhere.*
*When he gets back, Pepper and the others will likely pump him for information until he collapses, at which point - assuming Spike knows who's behind all this - there will be a general charge of leaderless aftkicking. If he doesn't, there will be more flailing and worrying until I can process the paper trail left by the owner of the facility, at which point we will default to Leaderless Aftkicking.*
*Meanwhile, Galvatron - having been brought in on this by me, in a fit of what I can only assume was complete insanity - is up on Charr plotting Primus-knows-what, and if we don't get Rodimus and his Matrix back soon, the truce with him will likely be cannoned into a million pieces. All I can do about that eventuality is arm my guns and wait.*
*In conclusion, we are in deep slag.*
*Rodimus and the Rescue Daniel Band have gone missing, and apparently they're hidden so well not even Primus Himself can find them, according to Priestess Auspex. Spike has been dumped somewhere, alive-thank-Primus, and Kaci has gone off to fetch him out of the middle of nowhere.*
*When he gets back, Pepper and the others will likely pump him for information until he collapses, at which point - assuming Spike knows who's behind all this - there will be a general charge of leaderless aftkicking. If he doesn't, there will be more flailing and worrying until I can process the paper trail left by the owner of the facility, at which point we will default to Leaderless Aftkicking.*
*Meanwhile, Galvatron - having been brought in on this by me, in a fit of what I can only assume was complete insanity - is up on Charr plotting Primus-knows-what, and if we don't get Rodimus and his Matrix back soon, the truce with him will likely be cannoned into a million pieces. All I can do about that eventuality is arm my guns and wait.*
*In conclusion, we are in deep slag.*