They want to delete my journal. I knew they were out to get me. Well, I won't let them get away with it!

Even Red Alert needs to take a break now and then, and such, his office is dark and empty. All the monitors, like the lights, are dark, though the feed continues to scroll onto secured databanks elsewhere. No telling where the security chief has gotten off to, or when he'll be back, but for the moment, his office is empty.

Red Alert is, not to put too fine a point on it, sulking in his office. He has absolutely no desire to join in the madness of the bonding party happening in Assembly Room #3, however there are far too many Decepticons running around for him to simply ignore said party.

Even Rodimus is participating in the madness! Has he no concept of security and ( Read more... )

Red Alert had briefly considered tagging along with Kitten Prime and Company, if only to make sure Rodimus stayed safe and out of trouble, but thought better of it after contemplation. Right now, at a glance, who would even know that the small orange Terran cat is the Autobot Prime, unless someone draws undue attention to him ( Read more... )

Red Alert trudges into his office, straight from the shuttle back from Cybertron where he'd been digging up yet another dead end (and no, not the Stunticon, who had apparently been wandering about Autobot City in the security director's absence) on the last few war criminals Ultra Magnus was still hot to track down. No more. That's the absolutely ( Read more... )