[RL at TRMC--ROBOT FIGHT. FUTUREDATED to 1/7/09 during the day sometime.]

[death_chopper]

[Blackout's third day hospitalized starts well. He's been let out of the restraints, he's feeling stronger and more clear-headed, and that damned cough has even eased some, though it continues to pester him.

Unfortunately, being able to think straight also means that he's bored out of his squishy little processor. He knows if he makes a run for

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[cybertronismine]

[Whupwhupwhupwhupwhup. A rather strange and futuristic looking helicopter is winging over the city's skyline. It's searching for a certain hospital. There. It tipped over, circling in. Time to get an explanation...]

[crusherhatesyou]

[How lucky for Bonecrusher to reach the hospital just when Megatron does. Joy. He might not be familiar with this Megatron's alternative mode, but he reads a slightly warped Cybertronian signal off of the 'copter. He does his best to conceal his own, but he's never been that good at being covert. He throws out an open comm, since he's so good at this covert thing.]

::WHAT THE FRAG DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?::

[cybertronismine]

[The helicopter banks and goes into a hoveras Megatron detects the other Cybertronian signal. For a moment he simply hovers ominously and then starts to descend. Days like these always came...]

:: I'm investigating something relevant to my interests. And I was hoping you would arrive. ::

[Just before he hits the ground, he transforms with a whirr of metal and gears. A few moments later, Megatron is standing in the parking lot in all of his Cybertronian glory. Bystanders run for cover.]

[crusherhatesyou]

[Of course. Theatrics. Menacing. ...Okay, a little more menacing than Bonecrusher had originally expected, but still. This isn't Megatron - he's taller, more streamlined, less spiky. Anxiety at running into any sort of Megatron lookalike is normal for Bonecrusher, who transforms shortly after Megatron touches down. He flexes his claws, trying for a non-threatened pose.]

::THIS PARTICULAR EARTH ISN'T RELEVANT TO YOUR INTERESTS, LORD.:: [His voice is practically saturated with disdain.] ::BLACKOUT ISN'T YOUR DECEPTICON, EITHER, SO YOU'RE NOT WELCOME HERE.::