I don't like this.

[hidden_watcher]

*in the monitor room of the battleship Dis, stares at a screen and frowns* *taps claws a few times thoughtfully as though wanting to say something, but seems to be oddly tongue-tied*

*blinks, straightens up a little and arches wings, pulling myself together*

Status... status report. *pauses* Bah, nothing to report. Galvatron's locked on the

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[apprentice_lurk]

*faint flicker of static, dipping through the range of frequencies and vainly trying to contact someone, anyone - but preferably Scourge* ...Dis...llo... Scour...ybody...cron...ontac...lo...

[hidden_watcher]

*looks up sharply, sensitive audials tingling* What the-?

*activates long-range communications, dialing down to an ultralow frequency that might just stand a chance of getting through the haze of random jamming around the ship*

"Scourge. Say again, over?"

[apprentice_lurk]

*it does indeed, and the reply is so relieved it's unbelievable* //Scourge! *delighted, shaky noise* You're all right!//

[hidden_watcher]

*expression softens a little, smiling crookedly behind my moustaches*

"Dreadboots?" *quiet, affectionate snort* "What's got your converters in a twist? Of course I'm all right, at least as all right as you'd expect when -"

*remembers that Galvatron might be listening to this channel*

"-when I'm in the middle of nowhere on a mission so secret even I don't know what it is.

"Why, is something wrong on Charr?"

[firstlieutenant]

*the door of the monitor room slides open*

Scourge-?

*seeing you leaning over the comm deck, stops short and comes to your side*

*quietly, interested* To whom are you talking?

[hidden_watcher]

*well, there goes any thought that might have crossed my mind of keeping this from Galvatron!* *but it's still more of a relief to see my Triadmate than not*

Dreadboots and Raven. *hesitates for a moment* It sounds as though things have been getting interesting in our absence...

[firstlieutenant]

*knows how good you are at being worried long before the situation really calls for it, and would normally half-ignore the foreboding edge in your voice - but something about the way you look this time makes me think that for once that might not be a wise idea*

Here, let me. *leans over the comm* "Cyclonus here. Dreadboots, Raven? Give me a situation report!"

[apprentice_lurk]

//*more a squeak than a word* Cyc!

...Um. We...have one hell of a potential problem down here.

Two Deadprimes and two Dead Matrixes, an'...

...

An'...Unicron's possessing one of them.

*hurriedly* Roddy's called up the Autobots n' we've got half the galaxy under supervision but they've just vanished, we're trying to find them, trust me, we don't even know if they're coming back but...