Seems like there's no such thing as a break around here!

[hidden_watcher]

*Following recent events, Scourge has retrieved his line commander and closest friend, who is still recovering from a hangover, a fit of jealousy and an unfairly long time spent dealing with other people's lack of tact, and it's amazing what you can get away with in high orbit when nobody is monitoring - after all, who watches the watchman?*

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[firstlieutenant]

*headshakes and struggles for mental equilibrium* *force of habit has him patching in to the radio link without needing to think about it*

...Galvatron? My lord, I'm sorry, we were... *he clears his throat hastily* What are your orders, sir?

[chaos_gunner]

/I don't care what you were doing as long as you're at my coordinates, with the Dis, inside of half a cycle! Scourge, Dreadboots has picked up an alternate of you who needs some extensive medical work - we'll use your spares./ *his voice is tight with stress, but controlled - Galvatron may lose it on occasion, but not today*

/And Cyclonus? Fuel up. All the way. I don't care how short of energy we are./ *quieter* /I may be going to need you./

[firstlieutenant]

*doesn't even need to think about that* /Yes, my lord!/

*engages thrusters and darts away in the direction of the Dis* Come on, Scourge!

[hidden_watcher]

*follows, slightly more slowly, muttering* Not my day. So not my day. Again.

*pauses, then, worriedly* ...what did he mean, "alternate"?

((BTW, are we going to keep using the thread in 'Boots' journal, guys, or should we start a new one somewhere since that one was getting long already?))