Transcript: midmorning, Rodimus's office
Rodimus: *at his desk, slogging through everpresent paperwork - or rather pretending to. He's fiddling with a green-tinted silicon crystal absently as he works.* *calling* Pepper! What did Magnus say about it?
Pepper: *offscreen* He said to stick it up your exhaust pipe, boss. Only he used more words.
Rodimus: *chuckle* He's lucky I didn't make it an order. We still need more people to form a softball team. *pause* I don't suppose you'd be interested in joining.
Pepper: With all those Autobots stomping around like great clumsy death machines of squish? No thank you. *enters the camera's view, dragging a datascreen behind her* Here's Perceptor's latest report on his work with Dreadboots. I'm pretty sure the general gist of it is that he wants permission to drag that size-altering machine out of storage.
Rodimus: *takes the datascreen, frowning* It's his device. Why does he need my permission?
Pepper: *grin* Ask the Lambo twins about it sometime.
Rodimus: ...ah. *amused, knowing look* *glances over the datascreen; as usual, the first paragraph gives him a headache and puts it aside.* So what's he want to use it for?
Pepper: Well, I think he's found a patch of circuitry in 'Boots's head that might be how Unicron messes with them, but the individual pathways are small. Like, molecular small. He thinks if he shrinks himself down they'll be easier to work with.
Rodimus: That makes... some sense, I guess. *grin* Though it'll just be funny to see Perceptor turn mini all of a - !
*Rodimus cuts himself off in surprise as hot green light emanates from his hand. He opens it, dropping the brightly-shining crystal to the desk, and backs away, nearly falling over his chair.*
Rodimus: What's - !
Pepper: Roddy!?
*The light seems to search Rodimus out, focusing on him like a laser. His shadow is thrown starkly against the wall, then fades as his own body is obscured in light. For a moment the camera fritzes.*
*When it self-corrects, Rodimus is gone.*
Pepper: *rubbing her eyes* That was trippy. You okay, Roddy? .... Roddy?
*A small being, somewhat resembling Rodimus -
emerges from behind the desk, blinking innocently. He spots the moogle girl, picks her up and snuggles her, babbling with delight. They are almost the same height.*
Pepper: ...oh, Magnus is gonna murder me...
Pepper: *offscreen* He said to stick it up your exhaust pipe, boss. Only he used more words.
Rodimus: *chuckle* He's lucky I didn't make it an order. We still need more people to form a softball team. *pause* I don't suppose you'd be interested in joining.
Pepper: With all those Autobots stomping around like great clumsy death machines of squish? No thank you. *enters the camera's view, dragging a datascreen behind her* Here's Perceptor's latest report on his work with Dreadboots. I'm pretty sure the general gist of it is that he wants permission to drag that size-altering machine out of storage.
Rodimus: *takes the datascreen, frowning* It's his device. Why does he need my permission?
Pepper: *grin* Ask the Lambo twins about it sometime.
Rodimus: ...ah. *amused, knowing look* *glances over the datascreen; as usual, the first paragraph gives him a headache and puts it aside.* So what's he want to use it for?
Pepper: Well, I think he's found a patch of circuitry in 'Boots's head that might be how Unicron messes with them, but the individual pathways are small. Like, molecular small. He thinks if he shrinks himself down they'll be easier to work with.
Rodimus: That makes... some sense, I guess. *grin* Though it'll just be funny to see Perceptor turn mini all of a - !
*Rodimus cuts himself off in surprise as hot green light emanates from his hand. He opens it, dropping the brightly-shining crystal to the desk, and backs away, nearly falling over his chair.*
Rodimus: What's - !
Pepper: Roddy!?
*The light seems to search Rodimus out, focusing on him like a laser. His shadow is thrown starkly against the wall, then fades as his own body is obscured in light. For a moment the camera fritzes.*
*When it self-corrects, Rodimus is gone.*
Pepper: *rubbing her eyes* That was trippy. You okay, Roddy? .... Roddy?
*A small being, somewhat resembling Rodimus -
emerges from behind the desk, blinking innocently. He spots the moogle girl, picks her up and snuggles her, babbling with delight. They are almost the same height.*
Pepper: ...oh, Magnus is gonna murder me...