Hey there, lubbed ones! I just realized, I've been chillin' on my VACAY long enough now that I really don't know how all you guys are doing! As the most qualified psychotherapist on base, that is regrettable. I feel so bad. Really. No, really, it isn't just how totally wasted I am right now ( Read more... )

( It has begun. )

Who spoke of this? Who wasn't permitted to help? Who was the expert on Cybertronian neurology, but wasn't given the chance to offer his consultation ( Read more... )

Nemesis medbay is closed, except for whatever Frenzy cares to salvage from the wreckage. Megatron's restraint is being eaten alive, and if no one is willing to have the only sufficiently competent expert restore him, I'm not going to be the first victim of your collective idiocy. I'm retreating to a safe position. If anyone else comes to their ( Read more... )

( The definitive guide. )

I don't know if I've gone well and truly mad. I've been searching for explanations whenever I escape the spell, and there are a number: my processor could be suffering from lingering damage since the medbay incident, I might be influenced by feedback noise from a cerebro-dummy experiment, or maybe my olfactory sensors are so sensitive that they've ( Read more... )

Frenzy, Arcee, Hook, someone...

I'm in the Nemesis medbay and in desperate need of sensitive repairs. PLEASE!

( Heavily encrypted to Bonecrusher. )

Hey out there! Bombshell here to offer a friendly little guide. I don't know what that insufferable little twerp Kickback has been telling you, but us Insecticons are pretty unusual, and there's a lot of things you may not know. So here's a primer on Insecticon anatomy to help you all out!

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Bombshell checking in with all you wonderful friends! ( Didn't you miss me? )