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Outside the Electrode Club Ruckus followed Barrage up the ramp into the shuttle bay and transformed, throwing his bound passenger onto the floor. A kilometer from the shuttle, a pair of passing Seekers had been absently strolling toward the Electrode Club when the building abruptly exploded. "...

Spaceport Excavator had spotted the magnificent ship at some distance and pressed on to its coordinates. The sight of Skyhopper's approach confirmed his suspicions, but he also expected the ship would have advanced security systems. Once in range, he transformed to robot mode and waited. Either the...

Iacon West Jazz had many more questions for Prowl , but he quickly resigned to his inability to ask. He considered sending Prowl a text communique to ask him to make sure not to let Smokescreen know about his involvement, but he reckoned Prowl knew well enough, and he didn't want any trail in case ...

Outside the Electrode Club

Ruckus followed Barrage obediently, trying not very hard to keep the sound of his engine down. He knew he shouldn't draw attention, but he just couldn't help himself.

Prison Infirmary

Bumblebee laid still and nodded gently, letting Chainclaw work on the bunk controls.

Little Iacon At first after Gigatron's deposition from Polyhex, he hadn't been sure where to go. He was certain he wouldn't bow to Megatron; he was a despot, and those who worked for him were resigned to his will, not their own. He didn't mind being a wanderer. He'd first wandered the Wastelands al...

Prison Infimary

Bumblebee did as instructed without hesitation but with a bit of apprehension.

"First time you ever used this machine?" he asked Chainclaw tentatively.

Electrode Club Ruckus nodded to Squawktalk , grabbed the arm of their other quarry, and transformed to drag the unconscious frame onto his roof. A claw holding his energo-net launcher emerged from under his hood and fired, wrapping his captive down tight. He revved his engine once loudly and rolled...

Iacon West Jazz cruised along the unsurprisingly traffic-jammed University Boulevard skirting the north edge of the Academy of Science and Technology campus. Not only was it one of his favorite places to hang out at the many bustling additive cafes and body shops, but it was a good way to kill time...

Electrode Club

Ruckus smiled at Barrage's work, pulled a pistol, and stepped outside to cover the fallen quarry while Roadblock went back in for the other.

"You want us to take both?" Ruckus shouted back inside to Squawktalk. "We only came for the one, right?"

Prison Infirmary

Bumblebee stepped to an empty bunk and sighed, finally letting his exhaustion catch up with him. He glanced to Chainclaw, waiting to see how the Pretender would address him.

Cliffjumper wrote:This may help...

Insult to injury, I can't install Flash on this computer! It's like IT's mission is to deliberately torture us.

Thankfully I had the foresight to fall asleep through the end of it.

Anybody else ever feel tragically like Tim from the Office?

Prison Infirmary Bumblebee glanced at Ironfist as he passed but didn't make optic contact. He just pressed on, having been rightfully reminded of his shame. He glanced at Chainclaw as well and stopped. "Yeah, I'd like to talk to Blaster about that later," he said to Downshift while survey...

Electrode Club Within moments, the club was nearly empty. Ruckus overheard Squawktalk's lie, grunted, and forced himself up. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just got caught in the stampede." Ruckus plopped on a barstool facing the room and immediately felt the tip of a dagger against his back. He turned...

I've been on the phone for two and a half hours listening to a workshop on design-of-experiments modeling using Minitab for response and reversal times of an elevator door operator with BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP

Someone please storm the building.

Fighting Fossil Jazz reached over his shoulder into his glovebox and pulled out an Oregon state quarter. (He always kept a stash of various Earthen and other currency on hand, in case he wound up on a toll road.) He flipped it casually in one hand while sauntering toward Striker and placing the oth...

Electrode Club Ruckus grumbled at Squawktalk's transmission. Quitting already? That didn't sound fun. He took another inconsequential punch to the face, gave a second to let the effect settle. Ruckus clutched his throat and collapsed, his acting not very convincing. The Decepticons around him looke...

Prison Corridors Bumblebee followed Downshift's directions and began up the stairs. It was draining, but he pressed on. He pondered Downshift's question for a long silent moment. While in stasis, he'd subconsciously mulled over his irrational vendetta against Bugbite and his destructive mismanageme...

Fighting Fossil

A display popped up on Jazz' wrist to inform him about some important classified communiques from headquarters. He swore to himself before shutting the screen and nodding to Striker.

"What, like the Dinobots?" He grinned. "Who sent ya, bro?"

Electrode Club Ruckus ducked when an end of the bar exploded, but the staff and regulars were largely unperturbed. Ruckus assumed it was a frequent occurrence. While another bartender ran to take care of the flames, Butterfly kept her attention fixed on Ruckus. "You're new here," she obse...