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OOC Notation
tfblogs has come to a close, but this journal will remain active as a free-floating blog for Tracks. Any entries prior to this one are Blogs related and should NOT be responded to further. New entries may be commented on by any passerby/friends. -
I thought I'd post about this...
...since I did have a hand in breaking up a car thief ring in New York years back ( Read more... ) -
**INCOMING TRANSMISSION -- URGENT!**
*From somewhere else in time and space, a transmission manages to break through the barriers dividing parallel worlds, connecting the with the Ark's main communication hub as a recorded message, repeating several times over to make sure no information is lost. It is a video feed, somewhat staticky and continuially blipping between color and black ( Read more... ) -
Meanwhile, worlds away in some swamp...
*Two men are running as fast as they're able, given the bad conditions they've been stuck with. Fog covers the marsh, the muddy ground making it difficult to move with any kind of decent speed. But they don't have much of a choice... There are roughly a dozen robots on wing over them...and one very large, very mean android armed to the ( Read more... ) -
Per chance to dream...in a really slagged up way.
*Tracks suddenly finds himself floating in, once again, what can only be called limbo. The fox mech can only assume, at this point, that he must have fallen into recharge while sitting with Kali, earlier. Currently in beast mode, he flicks his tail a bit and glances around, half expecting the Big Voice (TM) from before to start asking him about ( Read more... ) -
What the slag?!
*Tracks is on his way up the road towards the Ark, on the return from Portland, when the secure comm from Ratchet reaches him. Engine gunning, he increases his speed, traveling the remaining distance to the base entrance as quickly as he dares. When he arrives, transforming and skidding to a half, he finds Bluestreak, Smokescreen and Cliffjumper ( Read more... ) -
Not quite late...for a very important date.
*Back at the ark, Tracks leaves his quarters and heads out without a word to anyone. Once up at the base entrance, he transforms and speeds on off down the road, heading for town and the nearest highway for Portland...* -
Family trouble...
((Sort of continuing from this comment, here.)).oO (Blast it...BLAST IT ALL! Chanah has not had the easiest time adapting to life here...that I am sure of. Our connection may not be as powerful as Sideswipe and Sunstreaker's because of how long we've been apart, but I -know- she's going through more than she really sees fit to let on. I would be ( Read more... )
