[Minutes after a sonic boom erupts downtown, shattering or rattling windows and shaking walls everywhere within a three-mile radius, the explanation for that boom flickers into view. Thundercracker looks shellshocked, with frantic widened eyes, covered in blood splatter. There's even a bloody smudged thumbprint on the lens of the camera in his comm unit.
The image shakes a bit, as the hand holding the comm is far from steady. It takes him several moments to muster up a voice.]
Sentinel Prime... is dead...
You... should come get him, Autobots.
I'm... I'm outside Figgis' Bar... on 25th Street.
I... it was... he was trying to... I didn't want to... this wasn't supposed to...
...
... you stupid, stupid afthole...
[The screen goes dark.]
[ooc: As of this, Sentinel Prime is dead and he is officially on hiatus. The log of it will be unfolding
here. TC is in deep doodoo, for I can never let him actually achieve happiness ever.]