RP: Sleepless in Pasadena
Recon sat in the hospital parking lot, keeping herself busy by monitoring all radio frequencies for Sector 7 activity. They kept their transmissions heavily encrypted; she had only managed to decrypt half a megacycle of data after nearly a solar cycle's worth of work. But it had told her all she needed to know. They were out there looking for "NBEs," and sent several transmissions per day in the Los Angeles area alone. The scout couldn't tell what they included, but the encryption patterns were the same. She didn't want to risk transmitting on any frequency while they were listening, so she had remained quiet since arriving on Earth.
But now the airwaves were mysteriously silent. Had they really disappeared in the month she spent without her radio? It might only be a matter of time before she found a 'Con searching for the Allspark, and she'd rather face it in optimal condition. And right now the 1953 Porsche was anything but.
Mentally holding her breath, she opened the Autobot frequency. <> She bounced it off a couple of satellites for good measure, effectively blanketing a good chunk of California, Nevada, and Arizona.
But now the airwaves were mysteriously silent. Had they really disappeared in the month she spent without her radio? It might only be a matter of time before she found a 'Con searching for the Allspark, and she'd rather face it in optimal condition. And right now the 1953 Porsche was anything but.
Mentally holding her breath, she opened the Autobot frequency. <> She bounced it off a couple of satellites for good measure, effectively blanketing a good chunk of California, Nevada, and Arizona.