Comm logs #02
Blaster: *opens a private comm with Prime as they travel* Prime? It's been a long time Boss-mech. What's the sitch here on Earth?
Prime: It's a bit all over the place right now... you heard about what happened with the Allspark and Megatron, I take it?
Blaster: That's a big negatory Prime. It took Elita-1 several breem cycles to even make contact with me, and I sent out a wide signal Boss-mech. Mirage picked me up in space before he hit dirt. Gotta admit, you can put a scare in a mech.
Prime: There's a lot to catch up on, then. Long story short, the Allspark's been destroyed, along with Megatron; Devastator and Blackout were killed in the battle, and we almost lost Jazz. Since then, we've been regrouping - the Decepticons aren't much better off, but most of our Autobots are injured right now.
Blaster: Megatron's dead?! And the Allspark's gone?! Jazz almost died?! Man, did I miss out on the party or what! Do we have enough resources to repair everyone? I found an arm lying at the top of the cliff when Mirage and I pulled up. That belong to anybody?
Prime: I wouldn't exactly call it a party... Ratchet's nearly offlined himself with the repair work on Jazz, not to mention all the new injuries. Now that Wheeljack's here, though, they can at least share the load. That arm belongs to Sunstreaker... Grimlock took exception to something he said. When Grimlock's recovered, I'll have to speak to him about that.
Blaster: Huh. Sounds like you guys been havin' all the fun down here. Man. I'm gonna have a lot to think about later. Have you guys made contact with locals...or wait a minute...all that wreckage Mirage and I drove by. That's where it happened, isn't it? With a scene that big, local contact was pretty much unavoidable. What's shakin' on that front?
Prime: There's been more contact than you'd think. A human boy was the one who destroyed Megatron and the Allspark.
Blaster: No fraggin' way man! One of these little guys living here?
Prime: They're tiny, but incredibly resourceful.
Blaster: Apparently. What's the contact with local government like? A brawl that size couldn'ta won us many friends.
Prime: Well, we didn't have many friends to start with - there was some sort of organisation that wanted to "study" our kind, after they found Megatron frozen, and they weren't exactly pleasant about it.
Prime: But by and large, they're leaving us alone.
Prime: You'll get to meet a few of our human friends soon enough, I hope - one of them's staying in the base right now.
Blaster: So, even after all that, we're left on our own? You musta done some good then, for that to happen! *sounds a little hopeful, and excited* I can't wait! This place is so cool! I mean, the music alone is totally worht the trip! *plays a snatch of Kid Rock's "Bawitdabaw" over the comm* YEAH!
Prime: We're not entirely alone, remember - there are still Decepticons to take care of.
Blaster: Well, with Megs havin' bit the big one, they shouldn't be too much trouble, right?
Prime: There have been a lot of Decepticons landing, though, and they're not going to be pushovers.
Prime: Soundwave's been causing trouble, and I've heard Onslaught's going to make planetfall any time now
Prime: not to mention all the others. Not ALL the damages we've sustained are self-inflicted.
Blaster: That was gonna be my next question. *sounds a little grim* What's 'Wave been up to? And what kinda materials we got to work with, so I know what I can do right off when we get to base.
Prime: the Decepticons captured Wheeljack not long ago, and during the rescue Soundwave nearly fried Sideswipe's processor. He's more vicious than I remember... I hear he's as cruel to his own side as to ours.
Prime: We've got some old communications equipment lying around base... not a great deal, but whatever you can find is yours to play with.
Blaster: Cool, thanks Prime. Man, 'Wave must be gettin' all sorts of cranky with Megs outta commission. We got any intel on the Cons so far? Or we stuck in the hole lickin' our wounds for now?
Prime: Right now I'm more concerned with making repairs and getting our base properly organised. I'll need you to keep an ear on any Decepticon communications you can get, I don't trust that they're going to sit still and wait for us.
Blaster: That's what I was askin' for Prime. It'll be done as soon as I can get myself wired into some surveillance gear. *sighs a little* Man, this is even worse than being stuck underground back on Cybertron. Least there we had some good equipment. Who all's at base now anyway?
Prime: Ratchet's recharging, leaving Wheeljack in the medbay - he's got his hands full. Damaged, we've got the twins, Prowl, Jazz - he still hasn't come back online - Ironhide... Bumblebee and Arcee are here too, but I don't think they're at the base right now.
Blaster: I'll get some boards set up so we can keep track of the crew easier. I just hope I don't have to build it all from scratch..cuz that'll take forever, and I don't think we got that kinda time! Maaan....
Prime: Well, at least we should have enough 'bots to help out. There are at least a few who won't be leaving base for a little while
Blaster: Oh, really? The twins already causing trouble, huh? *light laughter* Given that they're damaged, that's guaranteed man. I'll drop you a req once I figure out what I need, cool?
Prime: That's "cool".
Blaster: Naw, naw Prime. Not "cool" it's cool, dig? Everything's copacetic. *more laughter*
Prime: Okay, that's copacetic.
Blaster: Man Prime, you're killin' my audios over here. *laugh* How much further is homebase man? I'm itchin' to start getting this stuff squared away.
Prime: It's just up ahead. I'll need you and Elita to help carry Ultra Magnus inside though, I can't drive my trailer right into the medbay.
Blaster: You got it Prime. It's good to see you still kickin' around, Boss-mech. Was startin' to get a little worried there for a while.
Prime: *small laugh* I'm touched, Blaster. You don't need to worry about me, though, I'll be "kicking around" for a while yet.
Blaster: *audible grin* You'd better, cuz I don't fancy havin' to jump into a smelter after you or anything.
Prime: Blaster, no suicidal attempts to save my life, thank you. Anyway, Elita would kill me if I got myself destroyed.
Blaster: *laughs genuinely at that* Eh, I'd tell you the same thing hero, but I know you wouldn't listen to a lowly officer. *audibly teasing* I'm glad she's here man. Elita's a good mech, and a good commander.
Prime: I'm glad too. I'm glad you're all here. This planet's starting to feel more like home already.
Blaster: Don't think I'd mind kickin' it here for a while!