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[stand_witness]

Status Report 200.058.9

Current Operational Status--> Fully functional, Held captive by unknown enemies
Anomalous activity detected --> Estimated to be unknown human civilization
Primitive Networking Design--> Defenses easily penetrated through orbital bombardment. Human infestation level; High

Data Package File Contents; Stark_PORTAL_GUIDE.pdf,

Comments

[text] Locked

[notglitching]

Query. Association: Knock Out?

[Though the term 'Decepticon' gives him a clue.]

[text] Locked

[stand_witness]

[ Ugh. The problem with sending a widespread call for help right here. But, Knock Out has been hanging around the humans hasn't he? Best to find out how badly he may have compromised security. ]

Association: Subordinate officer.

[text] Locked

[notglitching]

[Between Knock Out, Starscream's brief Rinzler-noted presence, and Ratchet? The answer is: pretty badly.]

Acknowledged. [He'll just be noting this network signature...]

Query. Designation, fuction?

[text] Locked

[stand_witness]

[ Story of his life. B| ]

Designation inconsequential to fleshlings.

[auto_enthusiast]

[Well. Well well well. Isn't this something?]

Ah, Soundwave. So good of you to join us. [Deadpan 'Con is utterly deadpan, but at least he's obligingly transmitting coordinates to his current location?]

text; locked; Decepticon Encryption

[stand_witness]

[ He knows where you are, Knock Out. Known for a while, and waited to make contact until he'd learned more about this place.
Oh, and way to spread his name over open channels B( ]

Rendezvous at specified coordinates.

text; locked; Decepticon Encryption

[auto_enthusiast]

[Stealth: Knock Out's not the best at it.]

I'm not going anywhere. At your leisure.

[Not that he particularly wants to sit around in his clinic and wait for Soundwave to show, BUT...]

[action spam ]

[stand_witness]

[ You don't have long to wait, Knock Out. Soundwave was cruising the city at high altitude, so the muted whine of his engines is likely heard long before he homed in on the signal trace.

Shifting from alt mode, into normal slouching creeper, his bases make impact with the asphalt outside the bay doors of Knock Out's clinic. ]

text

[stand_witness]

[ Deal with it. gif ]

Designation.

[ Since, you know, you're using a very strange, but recognizably Cybertronian signal. ]

text

[stand_witness]

Not relevant to you.

[ The Ratchet he knows of would never reply to a Decepticon signal, and if he did, would hardly be so flippant about it. What is this fuckery? ]