Grand Central Station Infiltration

Six Lasers - Grand Central Station - Space

New York copied us. Honest!

Grand Central Station slowly orbits the Six Lasers sun in a preplanned flight path that keeps it in as close of proximity to the other planets as possible. It serves as the central hub for all traffic, and is a major habitat for visitors who want a safe place to stay while checking out the attractions. A gleaming white beacon, the station has four main arms reaching out from a centralized cylindrical hub. Each arm is unique in the modules it it contains, though all have various antennas and docking ports jutting out at every angle. Several of the arms feature recent and ongoing construction.

The station's interior is incredibly varied, able to service beings of every size and make. Even the gravity is modular. Habitat modules serve as gigantic hotels where one can check in. Recreation and theme park style attractions, including roller coasters, merry go rounds, bumper cars, and more exotic rides are available. Marketing is heavy here, as one cannot swing a Cassetticon without hitting a souvenir shop. Shuttles are available to every attraction that Six Lasers has to offer.

For the lazy, the space station can be viewed here: http://images.wikia.com/transformers/images/8/85/Grandcentralspace.jpg

LAST TIME ON THE TRANSFORMERS

"We have your secret fiiiiles!" says Kickback from within Autobot City as he holds up a USB drive.

"OH NO! The mausoleum's been looted!" says a miscolored Bluestreak as he stands in an empty Mausoleum. "Who could have done this!?"

"I'll tell you everything!" Gycony screams. "Just don't let HIM get me!"

AND NOW THE CONCLUSION

Thanks to Gycony's cooperation, the Autobots have learned where the mysterious security chief of the Olympics is! Turns out, he's here, at Grand Central Station! But it's Grand Central Station has turned into a police state! Everywhere, armed guards are eyeing visitors warily. If anyone gets out of line, or even loiters in an area for more than five minutes, they get hassled. And frequently, people are being dragged off, yelling, "What did I do!? What did I do!?!"

The Tankcon Bludgeon is here and he's got an agenda. The ever-scowling MASTER OF METALLIKATO seems unfazed by the totalitarian methods of the security and staff here at the Olympics grounds. He's been left alone so far, perhaps it was his reputation proceeding him, or perhaps it was the way he rolls his fingers across his energy blade's hilt that causes staffers to give him a wide berth. He has orders as well as the Autobots, and given his stride, he aims to carry them out. Surveillance, communication. He simply watches the security teams as they do their thing, occasionally fiddling with a few knobs on a radio scrambler he's got with him to listen in on whatever channels they're using.

Due to Gycony's willing cooperation, Blurr finds himself at Grand Central Station searching for this mysterious Olympic Chief of Security. Heh, never knew when forging unlikely alliances might come in handy, even with slimy organics like Gycony. If that Ilxian had done anything good, this certainly was one of them.

He suspects that Archaeonix is involved somehow. But whatever the outcome, it was time to get to the bottom of this. Watching security drag some hapless citizens off, he suddenly dashes in front of them. "Excuse me, but what's going on, here? Gycony is safe, there's nothing to get your axles in a twist over."

Information retreival, something that Mute is very good at. And also being silent. Unlike a certain Decepticon he is nowhere near imposing enough to put the security forces off hassling him. However given his lack of speech and habit of analysing the speech patterns of the guards that have spoken to him, he's just creepy enough to get left along most likely. And so he walks around for now, observing and recording everything. He takes up a position leaning against a pillar as Blurr rushes to get himself involved in the plight of a local. And so he merely watches for now.

It should be noted that, when asked who this security chief was, Gycony refused to say. "I'm tell you too much as it is!" he sputtered. "But when you see him... you'll KNOW it's him."

<p class="MsoNormal">The guards escorting a citizen off glare at Blurr. "Sir, don't interfere with our security measures," one of them explains. "This man is wanted in suspicion for a theft!"

<p class="MsoNormal">"I didn't steal anything!" yells the man. His daughter runs up to the man, yelling, "Daddy, where are they taking you!?" and drops her teddy bear on the ground.

<p class="MsoNormal">Bludgeon notices the scene, only about sixty yards away. He approaches, even in his Mech mode, he stands out a bit. The tradecraft of a spy is not in his textbook, though he's not blatant about it. With a grunt of irritation, he attempts to dial into the security frequencies.

<p class="MsoNormal"><<KNUJ Is live and on the air. Ask Doctor Sanguine about...>>

<p class="MsoNormal"><<To dust of all creation, to ashes we transform...>>

<p class="MsoNormal">After some feedback and squelch (which totally should be a Cassettecon pair), he tunes in the frequency, setting the scrambler to 'mute voice', and then listens. The next step, figuring out where these people are going!

<p class="MsoNormal">Blurr groans. "Okay, theft of what?" the speedster asks, as if this is just as much his business as it is theirs, because, well, it IS. He's Autobot Intelligence, come on. "This doesn't have anything to do with the proposed 'kidnapping' does it because they were definitely not kidnapped. Gycony was rescued, that's for sure. Also, I need to see your head m--well, whatever he is. Whoever's in charge." Whoever orchestrated the attack on Metroplex by hiring the Insecticons out to Gycony.

<p class="MsoNormal">Continuing to observe, Mute is also keeping an eye on the area, and is well aware that there's a rather unsubtle Decepticon present. However there's a truce, so he really shouldn't try to get that one killed. Perhaps another day.

<p class="MsoNormal">Mute focuses his attention on tracking every member of security present, mapping their position and trying to find holes in their coverage, as much to see if he can spot any under cover security within those holes as to simply find them. Afterall, never know when you'll need to make a 'tactical retreat'. Or as others would put it, run the hell away from trouble.

<p class="MsoNormal">Despite his shifting focus, Mute keeps an opti... erm well whatever he uses for seeing with his face on Blurr in case the speedster needs any backup.

<p class="MsoNormal"><<Autobot interfering with arrest,>> says a commanding voice over radio frequencies. <<Security team Gamma, move in to intercept. If they resist you, arrest them.>>

<p class="MsoNormal"><<Yes sir!>> comes a reply.

<p class="MsoNormal">"That's not your business, Autobot," says the security guard as they try to continue dragging the man off. "And our BOSS isn't taking guests right now."

<p class="MsoNormal">A group of more security guards come up from behind Blurr and try to seize him! "You're under arrest, sir!"

<p class="MsoNormal">There doesn't appear to be any undercover security here. However, it is remarkably tight all the same. The ratio of guards to tourists is excessively high, so having undercover guards might be overkill.

<p class="MsoNormal">"Frankono, gonna take me a break, see you in thirty," one guard mutters to another near Mute, and wanders off. But where to?

<p class="MsoNormal">Bludgeon smirks at Blurr's assault. He takes an extra moment to ensure he wasn't about to experience the same event. 'Of course,' he mused silently, 'They'd be fools to try that on me.' Bludgeon pockets his radio in one of his hip compartments, then steps past Mute and Blurr, turning his head ever so slightly as he walks past. The Pretender moves to follow the off-duty guard, staying a respectable distance behind. Occasionally he stops at a booth or game if the crowds get too thick, as he keeps surveillance.

<p class="MsoNormal">Ugh, this is irritating. "Excuse me, but how is it not my business, since he publicly accused us of kidnapping Gycony and Kremzeek?" Blurr insists. Then they try to arrest him, but he just glares defiantly at them. "Oh yeah? Go ahead and try that ya slowpokes! Take me to see your boss, and I'll stop bothering you. How hard can it be, slag it! Don't make me resort to violence." he threatens, and the compartments in his arms click and expand, suddenly revealing his part of his personal arsenal. But of course, they're set to stun. Not that they know that, though...

<p class="MsoNormal">Combat: Cybertronian Hovercar <Blurr> sets his defense level to Protected.

<p class="MsoNormal">Combat: Cybertronian Hovercar <Blurr> sets his defense level to Fearless.

<p class="MsoNormal">The hovercar quickly unfolds upward and outward to reveal the fastest terrestrial Cybertronian in the galaxy, Blurr!

<p class="MsoNormal">Opportunity favours the bold. Or the really short Bot that says nothing and is infinitely quieter than a certain speedster. And so Mute pics up on the guard going off duty just as Blurr gets himself arrested. Well the fact Blurr hasn't been arrested before is actually more surprising.

<p class="MsoNormal">Mute turns and follows the guard going off for a break, analysing him as he does his best 'I'm not really following this guy' walk while actually following him. While he would love to alert Blurr to his presence, or what he is up too, Mute figures with this much security, there's going to be someone monitoring every possible channel.

<p class="MsoNormal">A helix of digital framework surrounds him, as the tank within appears, Bludgeon rolls onto the scene, his cannon crackling with power.

<p class="MsoNormal">"Oh, you wanna be arrested, is that right?" a guard goes to Blurr. "And you WANNA meet the boss? Oh ho man. Buddy, you don't even know what you're in for." The guards drag him away, and coincidentally, it leads Blurr in the same direction as where the off-duty guy is going.

<p class="MsoNormal">After several minutes, all parties are led to the security office. On the outside, it's not too fancy. Just a simple sign that says "SECURITY" with a chevron as an icon. It does, however, seem like this was originally a smaller structure. Imagine a store in a mall, that, deciding to expand, buys up the lots of several other adjacent stores, smashes down the walls between them, and makes one larger, expanded structure. That seems to be the case here. Who knows what the other lots used to have. Maybe candy or toy stores.

<p class="MsoNormal">Either way, the office is heavily guarded, and there's a very long line at the front to get in. It seems there's a lot of people with business of some kind or other here.

<p class="MsoNormal">Blurr suddenly realizes that being arrested increased his chances of actually meeting this security chief. Thus, he makes a show of trying to avoid being arrested before allowing them to drag him off to the office he finds himself in front of now. "Heh, looks like I'm not the only with a strut to pick with this guy." he mutters, waiting to see what will happen next.

<p class="MsoNormal">Bludgeon gives a cursory evaluation of the long line, the security building and the various nuances around. He doesn't fail to notice the Autobot being arrested, though the smaller one is missed in his sweep of the area. The Samurai muses on the possible effectiveness of being rowdy and getting the same treatment...Yet to be apprehended, even in jest was a grating image. He lets the struggling Blurr take the lead, choosing to rely on his other skillset. Bludgeon is a warrior true, one who favors electricity over all else. He raises his hand, sighting the gaps between people as Blurr gets drug through, and the cameras above. With a flick of his finger, teeny sparks, barely the size of a finger shoot out. With any luck, he'd short out a few systems, maybe burn out some of these systems and get security to chase away these complainers. Failing that, he could get rowdy too....

<p class="MsoNormal">Guards, got to hate them unless they're working for you. Or unless you're one of them. Being careful to make sure he can't be seen, Mute activates a hologram around himself, pulling his visual reference for the guard called Frankono. Good thing Mute listens to everything, as he accesses his logs for that location and scans the voice of the guard from everything he possibly said while Mute was in range.

<p class="MsoNormal">With his disguise in place, 'Frankono' makes sure to stay behind the other guard as he heads to the door, intending to get himself past the queue and the guards simply by being one of them.

<p class="MsoNormal">The speedster is brought past the line, and if he had expected to meet the big bad right away, he was wrong--instead, he is plopped into an interrogation cell, apparently to wait to meet the guy--on HIS terms.

<p class="MsoNormal">Meanwhile, several cameras do indeed short out as Bludgeon takes them out, creating gaps in their coverage. However, whatever Bludgeon is going to do, he'd better do it before the guards notice--which won't be long!

<p class="MsoNormal">Mute's tactic is much more successful. The bored clerk at the front waves him through, and it takes him a moment before he pauses, and mutters, "Wait... didn't he just?... Eh, maybe he came back for something," Then he shrugs and resumes working.

<p class="MsoNormal">If Blurr were a much more patient mech, he might have been happy with this outcome, and simply have determined that it would be best to wait until this mysterious 'boss' came to talk to him. However, the speedster has no such patience. As soon as the guards walk away, he sees about destroying the security mechanisms on the door to the cell using the same thing Bludgeon had in taking out a few of the surveillance devices--an electric shock to short out its circuits.

<p class="MsoNormal">You send a radio message to Mute: What's your status?

<p class="MsoNormal">Bludgeon steps forwards through the camera's field as it sputters and shudders. He boldly shoulders a few people aside as he starts to step into the security office. He flicks another handful of sparks at whatever electronics are within/around the inevitable frontline security crew. A distraction, one long enough for him to get inside where all the other people in that long line are going. It'll give him a chance to survey the inside at least, and find the best way to shut down the power here. To take advantage in chaos, as he is prone to do. Bludgeon grumbles to himself, covert really isn't his thing.

<p class="MsoNormal">Having gained entry into the underbelly of the beast (or possibly just a large police station with bored clerks and gun toting rule monkeys), Mute keeps his disguise up while he looks for the first empty office with a data port of any kind available. Time to jack in and make things a little more interesting.

<p class="MsoNormal">As he is looking, he gets a radio from Blurr. Mute would sigh if he could, as he is pretty sure breaking into an enemy base should require radio silence. Well hey, he can do the silence part easily enough, and he should be able to make clear to Blurr what his status is once he finds a data port.

<p class="MsoNormal"> <p class="MsoNormal">The speedster is brought past the line, and if he had expected to meet the big bad right away, he was wrong--instead, he is plopped into an interrogation cell, apparently to wait to meet the guy--on HIS terms.

<p class="MsoNormal">Meanwhile, several cameras do indeed short out as Bludgeon takes them out, creating gaps in their coverage. However, whatever Bludgeon is going to do, he'd better do it before the guards notice--which won't be long!

<p class="MsoNormal">Mute's tactic is much more successful. The bored clerk at the front waves him through, and it takes him a moment before he pauses, and mutters, "Wait... didn't he just?... Eh, maybe he came back for something," Then he shrugs and resumes working.

<p class="MsoNormal">There's a camera in the room with Blurr, watching him. It's pretty easily taken out. Shorting out the lock might have been a good idea, but there seems to be an interference field preventing Blurr from calling up his weapons! "I wouldn't do that," says a voice over the cell's PA system. "If you damage the room, your Autobot friends will be assessed a fine. Now, tell me, 'Blurr,' why did you really start a disturbance on the station?"

<p class="MsoNormal">Mute is able to find such an office and jack into a data port without any problems. However, after a while, a guard steps into the office, holding some coffee. "Oh, hey, Frankono. What are you doing in here?"

<p class="MsoNormal">Meanwhile, Bludgeon's distraction proves effective, at first. The front clerk notices his monitor shorting out, and desperately baps it with the back of his hand, like that's going to fix it. "C'mon, what's wrong with this thing!?" However, the civilians notice him walking past and some make comments about line-cutters! Once he's within, though, he should be able to find a switchbox he can mess with.

<p class="MsoNormal">Bludgeon regards the controller box, and squints. He steps in behind some of the crowd, using a single finger to open the panel. Absently behind him, he fries a camera just to keep it up a bit longer. Panic, Disorder... The wiring is simple, he plugs in a dataspike, the program flits into the security system and dissipates. Handy tool to have around... After waiting about twenty seconds, his hand crackles with electricity as he moves to overload the panel. That'll give him a much better distraction, even with emergency lighting. A tightlipped smile appears on his face, 'and now...I can find this figure my way....'

<p class="MsoNormal">Blurr has busied himself with trying to destroy the locks, but suddenly a voice addresses him over the internal comm systems, and he stops, finding himself much more interested in whatever this person had to say. Looking up, he finds the camera in the cell and smirks. "Oh...is that so? Well maybe if you hadn't gone with this locking me in a cell business then you wouldn't have to worry about property damage." he pauses, leaning casually against a wall with his arms folded. "So how long will it be before I get to have the audience I requested? I don't really take well to waiting, you know." And if weapons don't work, well. There's always brute force. Or should one say, brute -speed-?

<p class="MsoNormal">Before he can properly jack in, a guard walks in on the holographed tape. Well gee, that just throws a samoflange into the mix. Well time to improvise, and thankfully he picked up on one thing that might work. Hopefully.

<p class="MsoNormal">Frankono says, "Hey, you got another of those? I was just gonna check what that big lumbering Cybertronian death mask guy is up to." Time to stretch his luck, "Don't want anything interfering with the boss's work."

<p class="MsoNormal">"You're having it now," says the voice. "And besides, you're not in a position to make threats. You're in MY lair. Here? What *I* say goes. But I might consider letting you off with a warning if you tell the Autobots to stop interfering with my efforts to bring order and security to the Olympic grounds."

<p class="MsoNormal">"Hrm, you're right, that death face guy is pretty creepy," says the guard, frowning. He listens to some chatter on his radio. "And now I'm hearing about electrical disturbances and security systems going down! Hm... nah, I'll check on it, and if he's up to anything, I'll radio it in!" Alas, while he does step out and look as hard as he can for Bludgeon, he's expecting to find him with his Pretender shell on, not off, and thus walks right by the Decepticon obliviously.

<p class="MsoNormal">Still, even though security systems are collapsing and shorting around Bludgeon, the guards are, overall, starting to get more suspcious. One eyes Bludgeon at the panel. "Hey! What are you doing there!"

<p class="MsoNormal">"Oh, so you're him, then?" Blurr acknowledges, nodding. Not in person, as he'd hoped, but better than nothing. Hmm...that voice definitely sounds familiar. "Okay, I'll tell them to stop interfering if you tell us why you accused us of kidnapping Gycony and Kremzeek, or whoever was in that mascot costume. I don't know about the Six Lasers guy, but Gycony was begging me to get him out of there. I was just trying to help him!" the speedster insists, giving the guise of being open to more questions. "Funny that you talk about order and security too...what with the attack you organized on our Earth base." he can't help but add with an air of sarcasm.

<p class="MsoNormal">With the guard gone and out of his way (hopefully he brings back some coffee, spying is hard work), Mute transforms and inserts himself into the data port (cassettes fit everywhere don't you know, or all data parts are cassette sized, it's just a universal thing like Flarn).

<p class="MsoNormal">Unlike the less subtle Decepticon, Mute scans the computer, interfacing with it (keeping his own firewalls up just to avoid anything nasty hitting him). He first off looks for maps to the station to locate where mister security chief is (and everything else). Then he goes hunting for the controls to the cells. All the cells. Time to try freeing all those innocent people all at once. And he decides that the guards want to be locked in their offices (well except this office of course).

<p class="MsoNormal">All this in the blink of an eye. Blurr may be fast in the real world, but manipulating sound and data, Mute will beat him hands down. He also orders pizza for Bludgeon (a very very expensive pizza which needs to be paid on delivery).

<p class="MsoNormal">Bludgeon looks over at the guards, as he grasps the main conduit. "Isn't it obvious?" The cable groans under his strength, before he rips it free. The cable sparking wildly as the power drops out, only leaving Bludgeon visible by the arc of electricity in his hand. "It's called a distraction." With that, Bludgeon charges the guards, bowling over anyone in his way. The Samurai mutters about infiltrators and lens-headed sneaks as he moves to storm into the complex. "enough spying, enough subterfuge. Spys lurk, Warriors claim what they want." He's pretty indiscriminate about who he hits really, though here his intent is not to kill, merely to cast aside.

<p class="MsoNormal">"You DID kidnap Gycony and Kremzeek," the voice says. "They both hired me to maintain order and security for Six Lasers and Monacus, and I've been doing a damn fine job of it. Muggings, shopliftings, assaults... when I took over, these crimes were virtually non-existent. Hm, and you think I organized the attack on Autobot City. Why do you think I would do that?"

<p class="MsoNormal">Mute manages to located where the security chief is alright. He seems to be in Interview Room B, which is to say, he's probably watching Blurr through a one-way window even now. And Mute could go right to him! Hacking security so that he can free the inmates is simple enough--seems like someone already compromised the security system, imagine that!--and soon an enormous ruckus erupts as the guards try to contain the situation!

<p class="MsoNormal">And as if that wasn't bad enough, the power goes out, briefly casting the whole office in darkness before emergency lights come on!

<p class="MsoNormal">"Oh now what?" says the voice on the other side of the one-way window from Blurr, his voice no longer amplified by the PA system.

<p class="MsoNormal">You receive a radio message from Mute: :sends an SMS- Bad guy on other side of window, stop admiring yourself and smash it! Am on route. Oh Bludgeon on site, move rly fast!

<p class="MsoNormal">Bludgeon bursts into another room. He's actually trying NOT to kill everyone, and that has set him into a foul mood. Light flashes around him, and as the emergency lights flicker on, there is a skeletal samurai in his place. The fiery gaze of Bludgeon surveys the room, stalking towards the back, listening for orders. Perhaps this Security Chief was in his office still, but with the ruthless efficiency he had seen before, Bludgeon surmises that this Chief would be making himself very visible, giving orders....making himself a target.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Samurai stalks the halls for his quarry, a near panicked station with bad lighting. It is as if out of a horror film.

<p class="MsoNormal">A digital framework appears around bludgeon as his Pretender mode surrounds him. The skeletal Samurai has reappeared, flames in his eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal">Ejecting from the data port, and hoping Bludgeon doesn't have exact change and has to pay a massive tip, Mute makes a beeline for where he found the security chief. He also pulls on his holographic disguise again (well it may serve some use). As he passes a coffee machine he grabs a couple cups, and then proceeds to open the door to the viewing room.

<p class="MsoNormal"> <p class="MsoNormal">Frankono remarks, "Hey boss, want some coffee?" Cause like, this would be believable when the power has gone down right?

<p class="MsoNormal">Blurr groans. "I just got done telling you--Gycony was begging me to get him out of there, you--!" Suddenly the power blinks out, plunging the place into pitch blackness for a few astroseconds before the emergency lighting kicks in. There appears to be a ruckus outside as the doors to the cells are suddenly unlocked--and not just his, but all of them.

<p class="MsoNormal">The speedster makes for the door, but stops when he receives a digital message from Mute, smirking at it. Hmm...a window, eh? There was a window in here, though he couldn't see what was on the other side. Backpedaling until his chassis is against the wall opposite the window, he then rushes forward with a shoulder directed at the window in an attempt to do as the Cassettebot had suggested and smash right through it! (And it would be pretty funny if he came through right as 'Frankono' asked the boss if he wanted some coffee.)

<p class="MsoNormal">You send a radio message to Mute: This guy sounds -really- familiar. I want you to run as many cross-reference analyses on his vocal synth as you can against our database. Start with us and move on to the Decepticons if you don't find anything of note.

<p class="MsoNormal">A mechanical figure sits at a chair behind a table, watching Blurr from behind a one-way window. "Sure he was, after you brainwashed him," says the mechanoid to Blurr. Several of his men are with him, but it's hard to see who this guy is in the darkness. "You people know I don't drink coffee, and for obvious reasons," says the mechanoid, slowly turning in his chair, staring at 'Frankono' with his blue optics. "In fact.. why would you even ask that? And at a time like this? Who are you?" The mechanoid stands, looking at Mute suspiciously.

<p class="MsoNormal">Bludgeon doesn't encounter the mechanoid in the hallways. He does encounter some guards. Some of them shriek in terror at the sight stalking amongst them in flee. A few of the braver ones try to apprehend them... likely without any success. Eventually, though, Bludgeon does pass by the door to Interview Room B, and happens to overhear, "...who are you?"

<p class="MsoNormal">Actually, that's about when Blurr bursts through the window! "HE'S LOOSE!" says the mechanoid. "SECURITY--ah, dammit, no response!"

<p class="MsoNormal">Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> stops. That was what he needed. Someone who amid this temporary madness still sounded quite in control, in charge. A sign of leadership indeed. Plus he heard the guy on the radio earlier, so that made it real simple.

<p class="MsoNormal">A shadow appears in the doorway, the hulking Pretender looms for a moment, before Blurr makes his entry. His flaming eyes flare as he draws his blade, crackling with more lightning. He's just using it for light, to see this mystery figure, but Blurr doesn't know that!

<p class="MsoNormal">Darn, he doesn't drink coffee. How bloody typical. Thankfully 'Frankono' is saved from explaining himself as Blurr makes his entrance. And so while the Mech is distracted Mute begins running vocal recognication software. And despite Blurrs advice, he begins with known Quintesson affiliates before he moves onto Decepticons if nessecary. He just has a feeling.

<p class="MsoNormal">Noting the distinct audio signature of a certain Decepticon nearby, Mute makes sure to move himself out of the way of the door, and nicely into the shadows of a corner. He adjusts his own hologram, allowing the guard disguise to vanish before adding more darkness to the shadow present. Though his illuminated holoscreen for a face may be noticable now.

<p class="MsoNormal">You receive a radio message from Mute: *texts* It's... Prowl?

<p class="MsoNormal">You send a radio message to Mute: …

<p class="MsoNormal">You send a radio message to Mute: -Now- I've seen it all.

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Mute transmits text: What the Primus do we do now? We can't fight Prowl! Hell, I *won't* fight Prowl.

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Air Raid says, "...PROWL!?"

<p class="MsoNormal">Blurr doesn't move on Bludgeon. The truce is still in effect, and if he knows anything about the Pretender, it's that he's got a strong sense of honor. Instead, he glares at the mysterious mech before him. "Pffft, what a bunch of claptrap! Some Sweep showed up and attacked your Insecticons, of course he wanted to be rescued! There was collateral damage going out all over the fragging place!" he argues. "And I know you were the one who orchestrated the attack on Autobot City. So guess what that means, that means I know 'Olympic security' isn't--"

<p class="MsoNormal">And then the light from Bludgeon's blade and Mute's conclusion suddenly reveals everything. It's...Prowl? For once in his life, Blurr is...well--speechless. Optics wide, he just stares at his fellow Autobot, fumbling for words. "I...P-prowl?!"

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Blurr says, "...."

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Air Raid says, "WHAT!"

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Blurr says, "I--I don't know..."

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Bumblebee says, "..."

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Sanguine says, "Prowl's body, perhaps."

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Bumblebee says, "PROWL IS BACK?!?!?!?!?!"

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Air Raid says, "Holy slag. Uh, yeah, are we sure it's really him?"

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Hound says, "Prowl's back!?"

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Bumblebee says, "MAYBE! MAYBE NOT! WHO CARES! MAYBE WE CAN SAVE HIM OR SOMETHING IF HE'S NOT HIM!"

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Hardhead says, "Y'all high again?"

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> First Aid says, "The Decepticons rescued Kickback from Archaeonix... maybe we can rescue Prowl."

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Hardhead says, "Hippes."

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Air Raid says, "...!!"

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Hound says, "Get his aft down here and let's have a round of energon!"

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Blurr says, "I...I hope so."

<p class="MsoNormal">More details of the mechanoid become apparent as Bludgeon's blade illuminates the room! He has door wings... a classic chevron on his head... a black and white paint job... it can't be, can it?

<p class="MsoNormal">"Well, well, so..." the mechanoid says, head and body turning slowly to take in the whole room. "...I figured the Autobots and Decepticons would try to team up against me sooner or later. You just can't leave well enough alone, can you? But I'm going to give all of you ONE LAST CHANCE to back down or I'm going to hit both sides with a fine so heavy they'll have to sell Iacon and Darkmount off just to pay it!"

<p class="MsoNormal">Prowl puts his hands on his hips. "And yes, I'm Prowl. I was dead for a while, but thanks to Archaeonix, I got better. Just like those worthless Insecticon flunkies. Hm." He squints at Bludgeon. "Which Decepticon are you, anyway? You look... organic. That can't be right--you people sneer at organics."

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Air Raid says, "GRAB HIM, MUTE!"

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Mute texts: Vocal recognition match 100%, margin of error zero. Possibility of replicated vocal pattern zero point zero zero zero zero zero zero one.

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Air Raid says, "Hah!"

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> First Aid says, "Well sure, it might be his /body/, Mute. But is it his mind?"

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Mute texts: Anaslysis also compares speech patterns. Comparison in progress...

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Bumblebee says, "Who cares! We can give him a new one! Just as long as we get Prowl back..."

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Air Raid says, "Agh why do I have to read all this! Stupid text!"

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> First Aid says, "Speech patters can be faked.."

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Bumblebee says, "Or! It could be Prowl!"

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Mute texts: Speech pattern comparison, perfect match. Possibility of fake: negligible.

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Sanguine says, "A spark cannot. And considering we just had a high profile body heist..."

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> First Aid says, "Could be."

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> First Aid says, "With all respect, Mute, a voice and speech pattern doesn't prove much."

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Air Raid says, "Okay well just... knock him out and bring him back!"

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Bumblebee says, "Finally! Someone making sense!"

<p class="MsoNormal">"...." Blurr just stands there, baffled for a moment. Archaeonix...it made sense, he'd brought back Kickback, and the others so...

<p class="MsoNormal">But, why?? The slag ws this Quint up to?! Obviously he'd allowed Kickback to return to Decepticon ranks--but maybe he couldn't have prevented it. Ah...none of this made sense.

<p class="MsoNormal">Finally, the speedster just...plops down onto a chair across from Prime's former analyst. Finding his voice at long last, he launches into a tirade and a cascade of questions. "ButbutbutyouweredeadyouwerecertainlydeadbutthatQuintbroughtyoubackbutwhywhydidhebringyoubackandwhatareyoudoingherewhydidn'tyoucomebacktouswhy'dyouhidefromusandwhy'dyousendtheInsecticonstoattackMetroplexyouHATEthemdon'tyouyouhatethem!!"

<p class="MsoNormal">Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> has no idea who this is until Blurr identifies him. He snorts contemptuously, "An Autobot joining the Quintesson as well..." He looks over at Blurr, then glancing at the faint light that is Mute's facial hologram, "Unexpected." The Samurai raises his blade, then sheathes it. "I did not expect such ruthlessness from one of your own. Well done." The Pretender looks back to Prowl. "Bludgeon, Autobot, Bludgeon. And if you were any good at your job, you'd know me by now." His large frame shifts as he turns towards the door, stepping towards it. Unexpectedly he holds out a hand to the doorframe as if keeping himself from leaving. A moment passes.

<p class="MsoNormal">Bludgeon shifts back into the room, "Quintessons...I trust you rather enjoy your new masters..." The way he says it, he expects the answer to be so. "Such methods of control are...cowardly. Abandon your masters, before we slay you en route to them....I've said what has needed to be said."

<p class="MsoNormal">The Pretender moves to exit, having accomplished his goals.

<p class="MsoNormal">Considering the situation, and just how unique this is, Mute remains silent. He also remains watching, doing nothing. However his 'face' is doing shed loads as Mute analyses every piece of data he has on Prowl, on Archaeonix, on the current situation, on standard operating procedures, and on anything that can help the cassettebot process the situation. None of it really can. And so he stands, silent, continuing to analyse the situation.

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Mute texts: I repeat, I will *NOT* fight Prowl.

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Air Raid says, "Then I'll fight him!"

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Air Raid says, "WHO'S WITH ME!!?"

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Landmine says, "Wait, Prowl? Isn't he dead?"

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Mute texts: I will however defend him as required.

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Blurr says, "Apparently not any more. But we can't so sure that it's actually him..."

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Bumblebee says, "Maybe not! We're trying to figure that out! My vote is on not dead!"

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Air Raid says, "Smack 'em with your tonfas!"

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Mute texts: No.

<p class="MsoNormal">Prowl seems almost annoyed by Blurr's questions, scowling at him. "Slow down! Yeah, okay, fine, it was me that attacked Autobot City. I... I had no choice! This body that Archaeonix gave me was a piece of crap. Thrown together from spare parts, like some kind of mechanical Frankenstein's monster. I wanted my old body again, before the one I had fell apart on me. A little extreme, yeah, but it was the only way to get my body back. And I couldn't ask because... well, I didn't want you people taking me away. I have a job to do here. I'm an Olympic employee. And I'm going to stick to that."

<p class="MsoNormal">He watches Bludgeon for a moment, listening to him speak. "Hm. Interesting. You're not like most Decepticons, Bludgeon. I think I could almost work with you if circumstances came to it, but they probably won't." His face twitches. "Sorry, I can't quit my job. I'm under contract."

<p class="MsoNormal">Awkward pause. "...alright, so, you've all caused enough chaos, I think."

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Bumblebee says, "Carefully! We just need him down enough to bring back here and fix him."

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Air Raid says, "I don't think Mute's got the bearings for it, Bee."

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Bumblebee says, "/Somebody/ do it. I'll get things ready here. Like uh... a bed. And some magazines. And old Terran police shows..."

<p class="MsoNormal">Walking towards Prowl, Mute's facescreen fades, revealing his actual face, which looks distinctly sad right about now. He looks up at the allegedly dead Autobot. And while he still says nothing, he hopes he conveys the desire to have Prowl return to the Autobots. Probably looks just like a puppy wanting attention from it's master who has been gone for so very very long (say about 10 minutes).

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Mute texts: Negative. I will not fight Prowl, but I will defend him. He returns only if it is his choice to do so. Freedom is the right of all sentient beings.

<p class="MsoNormal">A long, drawn-out sigh escapes Blurr's vocal synth, but ends with a slight chuckle as he finally calms down enough to stop letting all his words run together. Now it made sense. Prowl was always the type to stick to his job, as long as the ends justified the means. But of course, that also meant the war strategist was confident that his friends could deal with such an attack with a limited amount of actual damage done in the end. Which also fell in line with his derogatory remarks about the Insecticons. Heh.

<p class="MsoNormal"> <p class="MsoNormal">"Oh...Prowl. You--heh." he even laughs a little now, shaking his head. "You know us pretty well, I'll admit. But apparently not well enough. You should've known we wouldn't force you to leave this position against your will. But tell me--why this?" he asks, gesturing at the now-ruined office. "Did that Quint fix some kind of condition on your revival?"

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Fortress Maximus says, "First Aid, Perceptor.  Would you two have a method of checking the authenticity of this 'Prowl'?"

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Hardhead says, "Maybe someone should check our crypt first?"

<p class="MsoNormal">Prowl stares down at Mute, a brow raised. "Hm. I don't recognize you, but you're obviously a Cassettibot. And you haven't said a word since you arrived, and given your useage of holograms for communication, I assume that your vocalizer's been damaged. Blast, why doesn't anybody ever just replace the things?"

<p class="MsoNormal">Turning back to Blurr, Prowl hesitates before answering. "I... I just have to do it. It's something I have to do. I signed a contract. I have to do it, don't you understand? I'm bringing order to this station! Crime has gone down tremendously, don't you realize that?"

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Fortress Maximus says, "Prudent idea.  Is there anyone Earth side that can take a look?"

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Landmine says, "Actually, I'm still stationed in Metroplex, let me look..."

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Bumblebee says, "So what if it's not Prowl. It's /a/ Prowl. And we could make him /our/ Prowl. Right? That's possible, right?"

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Air Raid says, "No Bumblebee, jeez!"

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Hardhead says, "Hnnn"

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Blurr mutters. "Sure sounds like him alright...I mean not just his voice."

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Landmine says, "Uh, yeah. All these crypts are empty."

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Hardhead says, "What?"

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Bumblebee says, "... oh."

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Air Raid says, "Isn't that old news? Keep up guys!"

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Fortress Maximus says, "That's all kind of recklessness Bumblebee.  It's highly unlike that this is our Prowl, considering his resting place is in the cr--- say what?"

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Landmine says, "Yeah, empty. Ironhide's gone too. Brawn, Ratchet...Wheeljack- but...Wheeljack came back, didn't he?"

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Bumblebee says, "I just thought-- maybe there was a chance--"

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Fortress Maximus says, "Alive and well.  This is starting to become an unreal trend."

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Air Raid says, "Just like old times!"

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Hardhead says, "Hnnn."

<p class="MsoNormal">"You 'just have to'?" Blurr raises an optic ridge at Prowl. "That doesn't sound like you, Prowl. You always have your reasons." Of course, he's just saying that, to see how he'd react to distrust. A signed contract would be enough for any rules-stickler.

<p class="MsoNormal">Suddenly he frowns, looking suspicious. "So how do we even know it's really you? What reason do we have not to take you back to Autobot City right now and interrogate you...wring every single modicum of information about this Archaeonix character out of your memory banks as we possibly can? Search your body for any evidence that this Quint might have your rigged in some way?"

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Fortress Maximus says, "So what is the situation with this, uhm, Prowl?"

<p class="MsoNormal"><Autobot> Blurr says, "Stuck in a dead end job. I guess it doesn't surprise me."

<p class="MsoNormal">hTailgate Appears out of thin air, though as he appears somewhat ghost-like is obviously a holographic projection, he looks at Prowl, "Actually his vocalizer is fine, he just chooses not to speak. Ever." Tailgate looks towards Mute, "Long story." He looks back to Prowl, "Also, if you're determined to stay, then Mute is also going to stay and help, you won't find a better assistant to analyse data and spot criminals that normal methods miss."

<p class="MsoNormal">As Blurr comments about taking Prowl back to AC by force, Mute turns round so he is standing next to Prowl, his facescreen is back, only instead of it's normal blue it's red, and Mutes tonfa have slid down slightly on the cassettes back to a position where Mute can more easily grab them.

<p class="MsoNormal">Combat: Mute sets his defense level to Guarded.

<p class="MsoNormal">"I have the only reason I need, I signed a contract," Prowl explains with a sigh. "And I have to follow the contract. It's the right and obvious choice in this situation. And as for your threat, I don't believe you. The Autobots would never simply kidnap the official presiding over an event like this just because of a hunch, though of course, this "Rodimus Prime" might not quite live up to Optimus's reputation."

<p class="MsoNormal">Prowl stares at the hologram of Tailgate as it speaks to him, optics occasionally glancing to Mute. "Hm. Well, thank you for the offer, but you haven't signed the contract and we aren't hiring. But if we ever are, have an application ready and..."

<p class="MsoNormal">He pauses, staring at nothing, thinking. "You Autobots seem to be under the impression that, when I was restored, I was placed under some sort of.." He struggles for a moment to say the words. "...some kind of mind control! Like I had a cerebro shell put in my brain! Listen to yourselves, the very idea is preposterous and I'm clearly acting under my own will!"

<p class="MsoNormal">Since his actions appear to have been misunderstood, Mute makes it clearer that he is actually prepared to defend Prowl. He takes two steps forward, clearly placing himself between Blurr and Prowl, and facing the speedster.

<p class="MsoNormal">"Come on Prowl, you know that if you were in my place you wouldn't think it's so 'preposterous'." Blurr says, folding his arms. Mute needn't worry, the speedster doesn't make any moves on him. Though in all honesty, the former racer doesn't really think the Cassettebot really has any chance of stopping him if he really did choose to stun Prowl and drag his aft back to Iacon. "We don't know hardly anything about Archaeonix, he could be scheming against us, in fact he probably is! If anything we know he's good, and we can't just rule out the possibility that he's very good at making you look normal enough to convince the rest of us..." After all, a certain someone had done that to him recently. He sighs again. "So why did you sign this contract instead of talking to Rodimus or someone? What made you think you couldn't come back to us?"

<p class="MsoNormal">"I can't discuss the background behind my recruitment by Archaeonix," Prowl says. "And I grow weary of having to answer these questions. Archaeonix is a trustworthy employer and I will carry out my contract.." He glares at Mute. "HEY! There's no fighting in here! Stand down!" Drawing his acid-pellet rifle, he aims it at Mute's back!

<p class="MsoNormal">"Oh, so you like him as a boss, eh? So how come he gave you a slaggged body?" Blurr can't help but remark. "How come he made you work with Insecti-scrap?"

<p class="MsoNormal">hTailgate sighs, "Hey, he has no weapons out, he's just ready incase someone tries to drag you back to AC. You know, as in, he's on your side."

<p class="MsoNormal">"The... In...secticons signed the contract as well!" Prowl says, pointing his gun at Mute's back. "Irrelevant! He's clearly ready to engage in violence! And I strongly advise against the use of stun weaponry in an attempt to restrain me! That will cause the Autobots to receive a fine! Now, surrender... Autobot.... or I will... fire!"

<p class="MsoNormal">hTailgate says, "Would now be a bad time to ask if you want to adopt a toaster then?"

<p class="MsoNormal">Mute meanwhile remains with his back to Prowl, no weapons out, but ready to defend Prowl if required. He is clearly not making any hostile moves, simply keeping himself between Blurr and Prowl.

<p class="MsoNormal">Blurr suddenly stands up, looking irritated. "Look, Prowl. Get it through your processor that I don't care about any slagging fines."

<p class="MsoNormal">"I...we thought you were our friend, but you've gone and decided to go work for some fragging Quintesson instead of coming back to us?! Even to the point of working with those second-rate Decepticon outcasts?! The REAL Prowl, the Prowl I knew would've come right back to Metroplex as SOON as he possibly could, and not just because he wanted his damn body back!" he exclaims, glaring right into Prowl's optics. "So whoever YOU are, go ahead and keep running this Olympic security show, and keep on working for the glitcheads who would annihilate us all with a single flick of a tentacle if they had the chance! But don't expect us to bend over and clear the way for you and your new employer!"

<p class="MsoNormal"> <p class="MsoNormal">The speedster turns away angrily, and starts to storm out, disappointed with this new Prowl, or if he even was Prowl at all.

<p class="MsoNormal">"You... " Prowl grunts, optics bulging as he aims at Mute. "...aren't you going to stop me?..." He aims at Blurr then, as he begins to leave. "Do not... leave! You are under... arrest!" He's clearly struggling with something, but what?

<p class="MsoNormal">Mute runs a very quick analysis of Prowls voice, attempting to figure out just what is wrong. He compares it with the historical files he has on the Autobot (which is extensive even without calling into base, Rewind collects fact, Mute collects sounds).

<p class="MsoNormal">You send a radio message to Mute: Don't trust him.

<p class="MsoNormal">You send a radio message to Mute: Something isn't right, the real Prowl wouldn't just willingly work for the Quintessons.

<p class="MsoNormal">You send a radio message to Mute: Buuut, if you can convince -him- to trust -you-...that might be useful.

<p class="MsoNormal">Blurr ignores Prowl's protests. Sure, he can send his guards after him, but it's unlikely they'll be able to catch up to the hovercar. He pauses in the doorway, though. "You want me to stay, tell me why you decided to work for some Quintesson instead of coming back to us. If you ever change your mind, you know how to contact us, I'm sure." Then he transforms and makes his way toward the exit....though he doesn't accelerate to top speed just yet--in fact he stays at a pace that Prowl would be able to catch up to should he change his mind...

<p class="MsoNormal">Prowlstutter-walks towards Blurr. "Wait... wait!" He reaches out to the speedster. "Under... arrest... you're under arrest, Blurr! Halt! I said halt!"

<p class="MsoNormal">The cassettebot is no speedster, but when he makes a decision, even reversing his previous stance, he can move fast enough. And so he spins on the ball of one foot, proceeds to dive forward and roll between Prowls legs while the bigger Bot is aiming for Blurr. Thereafter Mute leaps up and uses his expertise of getting on top of bigger Bots (he climbs Blaster all the time), and aims to get close enough to Prowls audio receptors to be point blank range for his personal weapons (his tonfa have already slid back into locked position).

<p class="MsoNormal">Much like his guardian, Mute uses sound when needed, and so reaching out so one hand is on either side of Prowls head he lets loose with a cacophany of noise (in this case, Justin Timberlaks 'Mirrors', but you'd have to be Blaster to recognise it at the decibels used). He sends a text message to Blurr: Former analysis in doubt, Prowl either fake or in distress.

<p class="MsoNormal">"AAAAAAHHHHH!" Prowl screams as the power of Timberlake surges through him, and it seems that, perhaps combined with the stress he's experiencing, this is enough to incapacitate him! He flops onto his face, doorwings twitching.

<p class="MsoNormal">You send a radio message to Mute: Stress is what I suspect at the moment.

<p class="MsoNormal">Blurr notices Prowl attempting to follow him. Huh, change of spark? Perhaps. He stops and transforms back up into his biped form, his arms folded as Mute unleashes a sonic attack. With the strange behavior...the speedster suspects that Archaeonix is pushing the servo gears from somewhere. He actually feels sorry for the mech now--having gone through a similarly agonizing experience himself. The racer nods to Mute, "Let's get him back to base."

<p class="MsoNormal">Mute nods to Blurr, though suspects the speedster is doing most the lifting. Mute will get Prowls weapon, and try not to look like Frenzy running from the battle at AC in 2005.

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Message: 3/196                    Posted        Author

AAR: Six Lasers                   Thu Oct 10    Blurr

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Autobot spinny, then Blurr's blue face appears on the videopane, along with a workstation he's sitting in front of at the Intel Center within the walls of Autobot City.

"Phew, okay, where to begin..." he mutters, his optics directed away from the camera for a moment before he turns to face it.

"Okay. So as you know, after we rescued Gycony from the fight at the casino, he cooperated with us and disclosed the location of this Olympics security chief. Turns out he was at Six Lasers' Grand Central Station. Mute sneaked in using a holographic disguise and I let his guards arrest me. Bludgeon showed up too...I don't know how he got in, but I imagine he must've bludgeoned his way in, somehow." Of course he had to poke fun at the Decepticon Pretender. "Anyway..."

The speedster trails off momentarily, as if searching for the best way to phrase whatever he's going to say next. "...It's Prowl." he finally just says it. "The 'Security Chief' is Prowl. He was apparently ressurected by Archaeonix, just like the Insecticons. He sent the Insecticons to attack Autobot City because he wanted his old body back--he claims the one the Quint gave him fell apart. He said he didn't want to just ask because he was afraid we'd force him to leave his post at the Olympics, and he'd signed some of kind contract that he couldn't break." Blurr sighs, shaking his head.

"Guys...I have absolutely no doubt in my processors that Archaeonix is up to something, here, and it isn't good. Someone, if not bone-face himself, is spinning Prowl's servo gears. If that hadn't been the case, he would've come back to us the moment he came back online. They may be good at controlling or manipulating him, but they must really think we're stupid if they thought we wouldn't know any better. We've all spent far too much time fighting alongside him to be outwitted by the likes of some overconfident Quintesson playing the part of a friend." The courier's fists clench, and the urgency in his voice intensifies toward the end. "We HAVE to get him out of this fix, and we HAVE to get to the bottom of it."

"Blurr, signing out."

BLIP. Autobot spinny, then the transmission ends.

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Message: 3/197                    Posted        Author

Re: Prowl                         Thu Oct 10    Blurr

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Spinny, then Blurr again.

"Oh, and Mute knocked him out with a sonic attack. We weren't going to take him against his will be he tried to arrest me again. I brought him back to Metroplex and put him on a circuit slab in Medical. If anyone wants to have a look at him or confirm it's him...or talk to him, feel free. Especially you medic types. Look for any signs of psychological or physical manipulation and report back to me. Or Jazz. Or Red Alert...or Rodimus. Whoever's available."

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Message: 2/124                    Posted        Author

Re:Security Chief                 Thu Oct 10    Bludgeon

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 * ENCRYPTED AND SEALED TO DECEPTICON HIGH COMMAND AND INTELLIGENCE XO CONTRAIL ONLY********

SKULL FACED EMBLEM

Bludgeon is on screen. "Missions accomplished. The security rootkit will not last for long, but it may help shed insight. The Security Chief is a recently ressurrected Autobot named Prowl. He shares the same story as the Insecticons that were captured. As he is an Autobot, I could not make a move against him until the treaty expires. He shared that he was rebuilt from scraps and made a deal with Archaeonix to serve. He is an interesting sort. He enjoys not this role, but is bound to serve. He will not assist us, but I believe he will have use to us still."

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