*Coming online after managing to get some rest, Tracks sits up on his berth in the near dark room, groaning a little bit. He's still recovering from all the activity in Las Vegas and the rough trip back. Leaning against the wall alongside his recharger, he blinks as he picks up on some automail that's been sent his way.*

Good morning, Tracks ( Read more... )

*Tracks heads down the halls to the dormitory sector of the Ark after having met with Blaster in the lounge. As he walks, however, he's forced to pause and lean on a wall a moment... He's not had much rest since coming back from Las Vegas and despite ingesting some energon and taking time outs here and there, being up for so long is starting to ( Read more... )

*Racing up the highway, a blue Corvette leads a yellow VW Bug and a 4x4 offroader homeward bound, patching in a secure frequency to the Ark ( Read more... )

[Internal Log] Well, after getting restored by the very efficient and hard working med bay crew, First Aid graciously took the time to thoroughly explain the recent events here at the Ark...and I must say I am appalled. I do not blame the other Autobots, however. It's those fragging Decepticons who need to learn to mind their own business...but ( Read more... )

[First Aid] .oO (Almost done... Thank Primus. I like Grapple and he is very talented in what he does, but all his whining about how this really isn't his preferred line of work is starting to get to me. As much as I thought I would never think it, I much prefer Ratchet's ranting. At least that tends towards the amusing side ( Read more... )

...a short while ago, the alarms started blaring and while I turned on my comm for the first time in a long time, I think I missed something... I kept debating going out to see what was going on, but common sense kept me from doing so. The only decent purpose I would have served in this state would have been a slow moving target, easily felled ( Read more... )

( True nature meme... )

[Scomm:Wheeljack] Ah... Wheeljack. I hate to be a bother, but I seem to have caused myself an injury whilest wandering the halls last night. A frazzled wire and, as a result, a malfunctioning ankle joint. I would ask Ratchet to assist me, but...you know how it goes. I don't fancy a lecture, really ( Read more... )

Well, I don't know that this feeling will last given my luck lately, but after coming out of recharge, I feel like a million dollars for the first time in a long time, to use a human saying ( Read more... )

...there is no such thing as privacy in this blasted place, I swear to Primus. Of all the times Ratchet and the rest had to pick to see me, they had to pick that moment. I was already distraught and, of course, my pleas to be left alone were unheeded. Yet, I couldn't very well tell them WHY I needed some time. ...not that I can blame Ratchet, ( Read more... )