*having abandoned the chaos on Earth into the hands of whoever can be bothered to mop dead squishies off the floor, Galvatron in his new, supremely powerful if rather see-through ghost guise rockets up into the air, pausing on the fringe of existence to get his bearings
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There's another ghost here, high above--a powerful one. Duskwing pulls up sharply, zooming high into the atmosphere to where the sky turns black. He is starkly astonished at the identity of the ghost.
Each ghost perceives the other as he is and as he was--bright spark glow encased in the memory of form. Duskwing unfolds, his clean blue and purple Seeker form revealing itself to Galvatron.
"Galvatron! But how?"
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It turns out that being disembodied is the quickest way to get things done around here, if one can handle it! *stretches a little, enjoying being in his own shape again even if it is insubstantial!* What word from your mission?
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"If you say so," he finally says, looking at the dead warlord like one of them is a few transistors short of a full processor, and Duskwing's not sure which one. "You'll find there's a few drawbacks, like, um, lack of a physical body to do anything with?"
Duskwing tilts his head slightly. "Going to tell Spike and the blonde wench I found the kid again." His spectral red optics brighten noticeably. "An' I found Soundwave and 'Doom and the two cassettes--Renzy and Fumble, or whatever. They're all at the slave market on Tau Ceti III. I put in a purchase order on them and told them to hold 'em, but I got this itch between my cowlings that says somethin's going to happen to fubar it all up."
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*notes new info about his warriors* Well done! I'll deal with the Prime and his companions, then - if anything does go wrong with your plan, let me know!
*This is much better. Dealing with those who are actually getting something DONE about the situation is much more Galvatron's thing than hanging about while people hold committee meetings in the mouth of hell...*
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