*Locked From Unicron and Primus*
A silver mech with gull-curved door-wings coming off his back saunters into the Nexus. He has an enerquila in one hand and a self-satisfied grin on his face. The Autobrands on his door-wings also look alarmingly self-satisfied.
"This probably completely defeats the purpose of 'lying low', but that's what anti-violence fields are for." He takes a drink. "One of your best little disciples has been picked up by the forces of order and brainwashed into not fulfilling his purpose. You've got the backing of a god, his god even, and you could fix him if you could get your hands on him... But you kind of slipped up earlier, and the forces of order know you're out there. How to get him without getting folded, spindled, or mutilated?"
"And for bonus points, is that really my plan, or am I just misleading you?" He grins and finds a Transformer-sized chair to lounge in.
"This probably completely defeats the purpose of 'lying low', but that's what anti-violence fields are for." He takes a drink. "One of your best little disciples has been picked up by the forces of order and brainwashed into not fulfilling his purpose. You've got the backing of a god, his god even, and you could fix him if you could get your hands on him... But you kind of slipped up earlier, and the forces of order know you're out there. How to get him without getting folded, spindled, or mutilated?"
"And for bonus points, is that really my plan, or am I just misleading you?" He grins and finds a Transformer-sized chair to lounge in.