*crossposted from own journal*

[chaos_gunner]

*Faster-than-light travel is an interesting thing. If you exceed lightspeed in real space - which Unicron-built astro engines are capable of - it's possible to get to your destination faster than your own image can reach the eye of an observer. The science involved is better not even contemplated by anyone not designed with the necessary processing

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[giri_guy]

*seeing Boots get excited from down the street a-ways, looks up to see what she's looking at*

...oh, slag. *activates his comm, hailing the warship* Should I be running for cover, or what?

[chaos_gunner]

*ringing laughter echoes back to you over the comm, familiar, teasing and definitely in no way the voice of someone even slightly channeling the will of the Chaos-Bringer*

//Of course you should, Prime! Always - hahaha!!!//

[giri_guy]

*stares at the warship a little longer, as if trying to peer right through the hull into Galvatron's optics*

....

*relaxes fractionally* Business as usual, then, is it? To what do we owe the headache honor? *grin*

[chaos_gunner]

*voice goes suddenly cold, acquiring that ugly, strained edge that hints at a patience suddenly and instantly taxed to the breaking point*

//I heard you had some unwanted visitors, Prime! I thought I'd better make sure that the situation was under control!//

[giri_guy]

*nods* It is, for the moment. Could go critical anytime, though. Or never. Depends on how hungry our mutual acquaintance is.

*hesitates* Listen, I'd be glad to give you a full debriefing, but it's a little awkward talking to a spaceship...

[chaos_gunner]

//Your convenience is not my primary concern here, Autobot!//

*relents a little* //However, if you wanted to come aboard and talk face to face...!//

[giri_guy]

*is about to protest - aboard that!? But... he really, really needs to talk to Galvatron, tell him all he knows, and maybe-hopefully learn something new that Galvatron knows...*

*...and really, that is one cool spaceship...*

*steps forward* I'm ready, Galvatron. Beam me up!

[firstlieutenant]

*there is a momentary delay before a small, star-bright object plummets from the distant shape of the Dis and descends toward you, silver wings cutting the air - a small shuttle, which drops in front of you and opens its ramp*

*looks around from the pilot's chair* Rodimus Prime? Come aboard. I give you my word under the truce between us, you will come to no harm...

[giri_guy]

*hesitates a fraction, then nods* I believe you. *ducks in, nearly catching his spoiler on the doorjamb before he remembers to turn a little sideways*

....*restrains self from asking where they were all this time*

OOC, IC

[keyinhand]

((So I guess Roddy ain't comin' drinking with us other G1s yet, huh?))

Re: OOC, IC

[giri_guy]

((Nope. Though he might need a stiff one after this is over.))

[firstlieutenant]

*sends the shuttle rocketing upwards, unable to resist the desire to show off, just a little, the power and skill that I and my triadmates have at our fingertips; the floor tilts under your feet in a fashion that a Decepticon would find exhilarating. How you react to it is your own affair...*

*the shuttle skims under the cold black shadow of the Dis and slips into the open docking bay, stealthy as a wraith, touching down as lightly as a falling mote of dust*

*rises from the console* Come with me, Rodimus...

[giri_guy]

*takes a moment to recalibrate my gyroscopic functions - the only outward sign is a dizzy blink* I'm right behind you.

*exits the shuttle and has to pause again, as waves of insistent disquiet ripple through the Matrix like a pebble dropped into a pond* *it might just be a reaction to being on a Unicron-forged warship, but just in case... pauses, shuts off optics and concentrates...*

[malice/contempt/not familiar/not Galvatron]

*powers optics* I've got a bad feeling about this...

[firstlieutenant]

*cocks head uneasily, feeling both the slow-boiling anger of the Dis at being both fired on and invaded in the space of five cycles, and the radiating presence of something on board that is very, very wrong*

...for what it's worth, Rodimus, so do I.

*stops as Scourge's comm message comes through* *optics narrow in fierce anger*

Now come - quickly!

*transforms, since the Dis's main corridors are more than big enough to fly down in the smaller of his two jetmodes, and rockets off in the direction of the bridge, speed restrained barely enough to let the Prime keep up if he uses his altmode and drives like a maniac...*

[giri_guy]

Hey! *yelps in dismay as Cyclonus nearly leaves him behind before remembering to transform his own self, flooding his engine in his haste to catch up*

*and even as he careens headlong into the darkened hallways of the Dis, guided only by Cyclonus's thruster-wash, that disquiet plunges deep into his innards and hangs there, pulsing, growing, becoming a screaming-black wrongness that worsens the closer he gets to the bridge*

*it's not crippling, though - Rodimus would hardly be equipped to deal with Unicronians if it were! - so he forges ahead through shades of darkness. Finally an infernal light heralds the bridge just ahead, and Rodimus pushes himself those last few hundred feet, transforming almost without hitting the brakes to land just behind Cyclonus.*

*mutters* Him again... *edges out from behind Cyclonus, one hand itching to go to his rifle*