[so, that was a long and rather tiring trip, which is doubly no fun when your joints are still acting up. The sun's more than halfway under the horizon by now, and it's getting tougher to see in the darkness. Due to hearing voices all day, Cheetor's a little more jumpy and irritable, but he perks up when he sees the big, odd shapes looming up in the gloom and fog. Or steam. Or whatever it is.]

Hey, all right! About time.

[jumps up onto what looks like a dead tree and tries to look through the haze with no success. But big, overshadowing objects! That's good shelter, right? Jumps back down and joins the others.]

How's this? Better than those scrawny trees, right?

[ladies and bots, welcome to late afternoon in the African serengeti! The waving grasses seem to stretch on forever in any given direction, broken only by the occasional outcrop of volcanic koppes or acacia trees. Elephants, lions, wildebeest, zebras -- you name it, they're out here, either hunting or foraging or laying around in the sun. It is hot, and rather humid.

A small herd of gazelle leaps away, startled, as a flash goes off and the grasses are suddenly flattened by the force and subsequent landing of the newcomers. Cheetor, still in robot mode, is totally offline, optics dark and sprawled out on his back.]

We got Rhinox home, safe and sound!

Although maybe Dinobot's right . . . maybe we should've taken the base.

You gotta be kidding me! They got Rhinox!! Can't we get any breaks?!

The stupid Preds were faking it!! They almost scrapped our base, and Optimus, too! And the transwarp drive is slag. Now we really don't have any way to get home, unless Cybertron sends another probe our way.

Freyja, you couldn't help out again, could you?

Guess that was Freyja's "intervention"! The Preds just smoked their own base!! We're gonna check it out, so I won't be logging in for a while. Cheetor out!

((Just a brief IC hiatus~ And by brief I mean. Maybe a day and a half. XD))

Hey, Rattrap! We're gonna go home!


Hey, uh, Sam, Bumblebee--you guys are gonna pick up Blackout, right?

This place is weird. How many different Cybertrons are we gonna get? And none of them are home!

Rrrr, slagging Preds!


((The Probe episode just happened! Cheetor is not a happy kitty.))

Hey, is this thing working? Rattrap rigged it up so I could access it with my internal systems, which is great, 'cause it means I can use it while I'm out scouting. Who knows, it might even come in handy if our comms get knocked out by something. And it wouldn't be the first time, either.