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Hello friends! Mirage reporting in to let all of you know that I'm busy doing some very important things in my room! Please do not worry for me if you happen not to see me for a while! Please do not disturb me. Everything is fine. |
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He's here. It's either him, or a very, very clever drone of equivalent size. [[OOC: I love not!private week.]] |
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The Ark is, despite a rather alarming lack of security, still free of Insecticon drone infestation to the best of my knowledge. And my knowledge is rather good. |
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We are in a certain amount of trouble; I dearly hope that someone has begun inspecting the Ark for drone infestations. If you have been picking off drones up to the size of a cassetticon from the hallways, I would like to inform you that you are falling for the 'distraction' element of their plan. (Apparently this batch of drones are sentient enough to form strategies with an amount of forethought. Also, some of them have the capacity for limited speech.) The main body of drones is located around the Nemesis's engines in the maintenance shafts, vents, and unmonitored corridors, and range in size from half the original to... well, I saw tracks that would indicate there are several the size of a tank. There are certainly some that are approximately the size of a Seeker. There also seem to be at least two hundred of them; that's a conservative estimate, as I was unable to gain access to the apertures that the small drones use. Feel free to redirect your attentions accordingly. Oh, and Ratchet - would it be too much trouble to ask you to begin creating a new spoiler for my alt mode? I don't believe I'll be getting mine back. ETA upon receipt of further information: Bombshell has freely admitted that he is behind the actions of the drones; they're not rogue. |
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*finally, not with joy in his spark or a spring to his step, Mirage faces what he's got to face: His room. He doesn't even bother considering recharging there; it's not going to happen, by the way his whole spine crawls the instant he steps in the door, every sensor abruptly charged to maximum sensitivity, trying to trace any movements, any ambushes, any words spoken from the ether... ...Probably for the best, as far as his dignity is concerned, that nobody is around to see him grab a few personal items and flee an empty room in under five minutes. After that, nobody sees him at all.* |
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I believe that I owe a significant portion of the base an apology. I'm... ashamed of what I have done, even reprogrammed as I was. Dani Volatri, Jeffery, I am at your disposal insofar as my duties as an Autobot permit. It cannot make up for your treatment at my hands, but I nevertheless beg your forgiveness. ( Private to Bonecrusher, unhackable ) * ( Private to Prime, unhackable ) * |
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[[Post is up here so that it will be findable.]] *in the wilds of Canada, in company that he largely is not pleased to be in* Forgive me, but I'm still somewhat confused as to why we are encouraging pursuit...? I ask merely because I'm picking up stray Cybertronian signals that I do believe are approaching at speed. |
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Well, then. Come and catch me, if you can! |
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irritated