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22 August 2007 @ 11:08 pm
Decepticon activity has been negligible recently.  I can only believe this means that they are planning something big!
*pauses and checks his datapad*
Therefore I am upping the daily patrols to four times a day.  We can't be too careful!  They will attack when we are least prepared so I am ensuring that we are prepared.

Does anyone have any questions or anything to add?
 
 
Current Mood: stressedparanoid
 
 
23 July 2007 @ 10:15 pm
Bored out of his processor, Blaster leans back in his chair, half an audio on the communication channels he was monitoring.  Mostly he was concentrating on reading the small music magazine Spike had picked up for him.
As soon as he heard the sound, he nearly fell out of the chair.  Magazine forgotten, he concentrated on the transmission.
"Hey, I'm picking something up here!" He sounded the general alarm, bringing all Autobots in the vicinity to the Communications room.



((*OOC - Roll with it, I have no idea what the transmission is :) ))
 
 
It's New Recruit Day! That's right, folks, today is the day to welcome a pack of newbies fresh from Cybertron. The shuttles engines wind down and the cargo doors hiss open, giving the dozen-or-so mechs inside their first glimpse of Earth.

A whoop and a roar of finely-tuned turbines are the Earth contingent's first impression of their new comrades in arms, as a red sports car emblazoned with flames leaps from the inner hold. The new Autobot flashes over the dirt and pulls a full 360 before transforming, revealing a lithe, bright-opticked young recruit who bestows his audience with a brilliant grin.

"Hey, I'm Hot- oop-" Unfortunately, Earth's gravity is slightly heavier than Cybertron's, and he didn't bother to adjust his systems to compensate. Long story short, he falls right on his aft.

It doesn't seem to faze him, though. "-Rod. Hot Rod. Nice to meet you."
 
 
15 June 2007 @ 08:18 pm
Curious as to where Skywarp and Thundercracker have been lately, Starscream does a recce flight around likely areas to see what his erstwhile wingmates have been doing - and, more specifically, why they've taken to ignoring his communication hails of late.

"What on Cybertron have those two fools been up to?"


((Cat amongst the pigeons? ;) Sorry for just diving in, I couldn't resist.))
 
 
Current Mood: curiouscurious
 
 
07 May 2007 @ 11:26 pm

((OOC: Okay, I just have to post this here, because the replies are absolutely killing me, especially skywarp's comment... so I thought if I bring it in here, it'll be easier for everyone to find and play with... Red Alert's Journal))

The Scene:  Red Alert is in his office, monitoring the... monitors... a knock at the door signals the arrival of Star Runner, who is concerned about the amount of time Red has been cooped up in his office.  Kickback is playing around with datapads in the background.  Then...

*Skywarp warps in behind Red* 

BOOWAAA-LALALALALA-LAAAAA! HAHAHAA!!

*warps out again*



The scream of surprise that reverberated around the Ark stopped everyone in their tracks.

 
 
Current Mood: amusedamused
 
 
 
30 April 2007 @ 10:40 pm
*wanders in to the common room and slumps in a nearby chair*

"Man, is it ever quiet round here... we oughtta have a party or something..."
 
 
Current Mood: boredbored
 
 
06 April 2007 @ 03:22 pm
(( moving this here, to reduce confusion from elsewheres ))


Yo TC!

Wanna play Pirates and raid the Carnival Cruise ships in the Carribean?

:D
 
 
Current Music: "I will get by" Grateful Dead
 
 
07 January 2007 @ 01:43 am
Welcome to TF-G1-PM-RP! We're just here to dink around, have a little fun with our G1 mechs. We have no structure, and as of this posting, we have no members... hell, we don't even have a storyline to start with. This is gonna be be very laid-back and informal.

... Back later (but probably not as rusty_chevy), once we have some robots here to play with. :)