Autobots, can you hear me? I don't think it's news to any of you that something big's going down. Are you all okay? Let me know what's going on.

Does anybody else need help? How about this: Does anybody know what in the Pit is going on here?!

I ran right through one of them. It's... It's everywhere. It's in my hair.

[The comm is staring at a smooth white surface when the video feed begins. As it stares onward toward whatever it's looking at, somebody is talking low and quickly. The feed has apparently started mid-panic without anybody prompting it to begin.]"--don't know what to do, who do I call, who do I call, come on Cheetor, think! This isn't the first ( Read more... )

Rattrap's gone.

He... He was 'ported out.

Oh, Primus.

He isn't a traitor. He infiltrated the 'cons to get information, but something went wrong before he could gather any. Someone did something bad to him, but he won't tell me who.

Are you happy now?

I've been looking around the past couple of weeks. I didn't want to ask, but I guess this is my last resort.

Anyone see anything... suspicious around Brooklyn before the Godzilla attack? Anything going on near any warehouses?

[ooc: T-MINUS TWO DAYS, MY FELLOW YELLOW!BOTS. (And Waspinator.)]

Optimus Prime! I repeat, Optimus Prime!

Rattrap asked for you. He needs help. Now. If you can hear me, please respond.

[OOC: Fit hit the shan.]

[The camera comes into focus on a full clinic of people, some of them sitting, others lying down and moaning. It then wheels around to face Cheetor, who's covered in dust and dirt with a couple of scrapes on his face.]

Okay. I give. You guys have worse threats.

[In the background, a twitchy-looking guy with a piece of gauze taped over his skull ( Read more... )

I've seen Decepticon warships coming out of the ocean, Megatron's giant ugly head floating above Cybertron, and I nearly got erased from the space-time continuum, and I have still never seen anything like that.

Guys? What are we gonna do?

[Cheetor is sitting in front of his communicator, his mouth drawn into a thin, straight line, like he's forcing himself to sit still. His hair looks even messier than usual. He also looks like he hasn't quite grasped the human concept of sleep.]Y'know that practical joke where you go into someone's room and rearrange their stuff while they're out ( Read more... )

[The video flickers to life to show Cheetor, a young man who looks somewhat hardened and panicked. His dirty blond hair is unkempt, and he has a nasty cut on his forehead, like he ran into something.]Alright. Alright ( Read more... )