[417 stands in front of the pile of rubble that used to be the prison.

Pauses, a little, then:]Okay, I need help ( Read more... )

Just a note: I don't know how many people tend to hang around the prison, though my inclination is zero because why would you want to, but if anyone is, I'd advise leaving, or avoiding it today.

So.

Hi. Operative 417. Nice to meet you all.

Anyone around knew Derek Rayne?

Or hold Derek Rayne's loyalty. Friendship. Something like that. I'd like to know, if you don't mind.

[Small shake as the camera is set down on a table. Accidental activation? Probably ( Read more... )

I - have no idea what just happened to me.

[There's a strange hitch in breathing, and a noticeable change in vocal patterns, to a more formal, steady military voice:]

Operative 417, to any Earth units in the area. Please respond.

[OOC: This is, in fact, recognizably Derek Rayne.]

Hey.

No real easy way to say this.

I guess I'd rather fight with Rip, and with the people Rip fights for, then continue hanging out without any allies.

I'd like in. If you're looking to hire, that is.

So. A bunch of you have found out that you're fictional characters, right? Or at least, fictional characters in some universe.

Isn't that... weird? Don't you hit a kind of existential crisis mode?

If you're done with your thing, I think you should stop by the prison.

Hi, inhabitants of Nautilus and general powerful beings.

Explanation, anyone?

Yeah, okay.

So, how's the Decepticon army?

More importantly, is it recruiting?