Who: Orion Pax and the Autobutts.
Where: Next to a conveniently places crevasse near the tower.
When: March 16, around the time that Fake Dynamo is freaking out.
What: The bad guy figures out there are more robots lurking around and sends its biggest robot to try to deal with them.
Warnings: SUDDEN ROBOT ULTRAVIOLENCE (ok maybe not ultraviolence, maybe just super violence.)


He's barely conscious, after what just happened, but his body is still moving. He doesn't know what the objective is. He can just feel himself slip in and out of awareness, the only consistent thing being the terrible mental pain that lingers from having his processor slammed by some kind of code push from the AI. He doesn't even really know why.

He just knows that something happened, and that the creature got extremely angry because of it. And that it was apparently somehow his fault. He's not sure if he should be proud of himself for that nebulous victory or not.

His pilot has decided that the Cybertronian being fully conscious during these efforts has been far from helpful thus far - this is something it can deal with more permanently later. But for now something urgent is happening, and paranoia is rising in its alien mind. Enemies are going to be coming, from all sides. These are only the first, but it will not be cornered by filth.

It forces the bot's body into its vehicle mode and charging towards the group at full speed, as soon as his scouts' observations have been visually confirmed. Having more of these metal bodies at its disposal could be very useful in this war.

Who: Arcee and Ultra Magnus
Where: The desert outside the city, near the Rod Pod
When: The evening of March 11th
What: Arcee and Ultra Magnus meet up and fight some mutant cyborgs.
Warnings: probably ROBOT VIOLENCE

( finally, a bot who cares about the chain of command...but maybe a little too much. )

Who: Ultra Magnus & YOU
Where: Outskirts of LA
When: Day, Early March
What: Ultra Magnus makes an effort to observe the local life forms
Warnings: Nothing I can think of

Despite the feeling that he should attempt to contact Arcee immediately, protocol dictated that he first acquire a local alt mode and ensure the planet would be safe to use as an outpost.

Ultra Magnus had been quite lucky to come across a local vehicle he could scan which matched the size he required for his alt mode, part of a small convoy (possibly military in nature, judging from the uniforms and weaponry). Having spent quite a long time observing the rules of the road before attempting to use the transit systems himself, he had slowly made his way toward one of the larger hubs of civilizations. This was not the first organic planet he had come across in his travels, but it certainly had a particular look and feel he was unfamiliar with.

The downsides of a large alt mode, however, were the difficulty of navigating inner city streets, so he had found a clear concrete space which seemed to reserved for vehicle placement where he could continue to observe the local organic life. Maneuvering into the designated lined spaces (a very clear and uniform grid, this species obviously appreciated order) had been impossible however, and he had grudgingly settled to following the lead of other vehicles in the area and parked as evenly as possible across two of the spaces, facing the main road.

Despite all the effort, the blue assault vehicle sitting unmoving for hours in the city was anything but inconspicuous.