[Once the ship landed back on Earth and Shockwave and Codexa went their separate ways, Shockwave took Spike towards the base, often having to stop and pet him because of the excitement. Eventually though, he reached the entrance, and went ahead and called Soundwave. Someone else other than him-

[A bit of a ways outside the Decepticon base, Shockwave waited, leaned up against a tree, waiting for Codexa to arrive. He did slightly wonder the state of his Academy. Best case scenario it was simply abandoned and left to rot…]

Supposedly it’s pride month, and looking into Cybertronian knowledge, it’s woefully lacking in our sexuality and gender despite the fact that we still experience such things. So I am ‘coming out’ to dispel air and answer any confusion. I was manufactured as a femme, however I knew this was-

I could’ve lived my entire life without seeing this.

[Having spent a few decacycles on the planet has given him access to plenty of secluded spots, so when he invited Soundwave out to relax while the human social media site breaks down with drunk people, he takes Soundwave to a beach. It’s a calm day, the waves gently crash against the shore-

I wished my optics never saw this conversation

[Sitting in the corner of Soundwave’s desk in his room, is a second stack of handmade cards. All 4 of them are addressed to ‘ Creator Shockwave’ with various drawings of a purple deer man. It was crude, and childlike, but they were stacked neatly, tucked away into a warm part of his spark.]

[It was a nice secluded section of the Earth’s nature. A large section of grasslands yet untouched by society. A perfect place to think when all alone. But the large tank warframe wasn’t. Perhaps due to lost in his own processor he didn’t see the nearby bot, and when he looked up-

[Around late afternoon, a small nondescript ship cloaked itself in the rocky surroundings of a ravine. No one noticed a thing, as Shockwave exited the ship with 4 cassetticons in tow, all yapping and pulling him in different directions. After wrangling them inside, he made his way into a side-

To inform the general public: Megatron, leader of the Decepticons is not offline. Despite being missing for 50 stellar cycles, we have confirmation that he is indeed alive. Please be aware and cautious before believing what you read online.

[A few more new, newer posters popped up.]

[From Shockwave; To Soundwave # Tag(s) competent] @thesuperiormachine.bsky.social [Encrypted line] I believe I should explain myself from earlier from the DMs When I said I want you, I meant it in a..positive fashion. I have never felt such an all consuming want before I met you.

[More, newer posters began to pop up around Detroit.]

[From Shockwave; To Soundwave # Tag(s) None] [Encrypted line] Soundwave, as you’re no doubt aware, Ultra Magnus has made an announcement introducing insecticons, technorganics and neutrals back on Cybertron. This will not stand. We both know that there will be nothing but violence to follow-

Finally joined the platform. I have a feeling I'll regret it.

Silence has felt odd to me lately, it usually brings a sense of peace. I do not know why that is not the case now.

[Longarm sighed as he traversed the edges of the abandoned factory before walking inside. He had checked up on Orion again, making sure that the supplies he gave the strange mech were indeed working. He’s progressed quite nicely in his carrying but he knows there’s still some underlying-

I think it’s best to take a step back, Magnus sir.

[Svn 42813] Pa'z ohyk av rllw bw dpao aolt, pa'z illu h svun aptl zpujl P'cl jhylk mvy h zthssly zwhyrspun, ulclyaolslzz mvby vm aolt ha vujl. Wlyohwz P zovbsk'cl yljvuzpklylk aopz vwlyhapvu, iba aol myhtlz Zvbukdhcl slma ilopuk dlyl qbza avv nvvk av uva ahrl. -

[Late at night in Iacon, Longarm makes his way to the abandoned factory sector, old dilapidated buildings that once produced munitions for the war effort, now left to crumble. He entered a shaft, all the way down to the lower levels and turned on the lights. Approaching a work bench-

I highly recommend all Autobots to be prepared, but not paranoid. With the rising Decepticon threat it is important to stay composed.

[From Shockwave; To Soundwave # Tag(s): Communications officer] Soundwave, I have a request to make of you.

Some random account sent me this?? I’m confused

@officialmagnus.bsky.social [Longarm vents as he approached the office of the Magnus, time to let the music play…or whatever that human saying goes. He knocked on the large, ornate doors before stepping inside.] Ultra Magnus? You called for me?

Welcome back Ultra Magnus, I’m glad to see you well and recovered. It’s been a long time.

OOC: Hi! I’ll be keeping Longarm/Shockwave, as long as there’s people willing to roleplay, my account will be open. I hope everyone is doing okay personally.

[Blurr would find himself in a small clearing a bit of a ways away from Detroit, certainly out of the Elite Guard’s or Team Prime’s scanners. Longarm was waiting, staring at Blurr with a sort of intensity before it breaks as a smile stretches across his faceplate.] Agent Blurr, thank you for-

[𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎; 𝚃𝚘 𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚛 # 𝚃𝚊𝚐(𝚜): 𝙰𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚛] Agent Blurr, if you may finish up your current task and meet me at the attached coordinates? Thank you for your promptness [clearing.cords]

[Once more a large and looming figure stalks the halls of the base, avoiding the ‘pot holes’ and other mechs on base until he reached a set of double doors. He knocks once and makes his way inside, into a sort of office space. What draws him first is the desk, where his lord, his savior and amica-

[𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎; 𝚃𝚘 𝙲𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎 # 𝚃𝚊𝚐(𝚜) 𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚕] @cliffjump.bsky.social Cliffjumper? If you have the time, I’d like to talk to you about what happened yesterday.

I’m surprised you don’t have a helm ache yet.

[Soundwave would hear the click of his speakers and pretty soon Kidz Bop is blasting through the speakers]

Noted. Just for curiosity’s sake, which is your least favorite song?

OOC: Alright I’m taking you home now.

To all Autobots: Do not engage with the Quintesson and be aware of what exactly you’re posting online, especially if you’re of military rank. Stay alert, but do not devolve into paranoia.

SOOOO given everything that’s happened in the past cycle, I kinda owe you all an explanation of why I’ve been so stubborn about this particular concert, and why on Primus I chose Earth of all places to host it! (๑>◡<๑)

I felt obliged to give it a try.

[After a day of rest, he knocked on Orion’s door again before heading in, a stack of datapads. He drops them down and motions Orion forward.] @scaredandtired.bsky.social

My apologies for being so sudden, but with what I’ve researched, outside of the spark shards we’ve see here such things shouldn’t be possible, but also the Allspark has been referred to as Cybertron’s heart. Anything influenced by it may cause some strange happenings.

@fail-team.bsky.social [In the middle of the woods, in nowhere Michigan, Longarm waits in darkness, his red optic glowing brightly as he internally makes a check of the weapons he has on his person.]

—WARNING 18+ CONTENT AHEAD, CW FOR ICKY THINGS— Now, what I find very disgusting and disturbing, is his provilication to write revenge p*rn, about those he doesn’t like. Write is a weak word. It’s artificially generated. His most recent purchases are various functionalist affirming s*x toys.

I think we should start with what we know. He is a functionalist, inspired by a senator of old. With dreams of becoming Magnus (which I should note he cannot because to take the position he does have means he’s blocked himself off from rising higher.) He wanted the Decepticon registration act

Since we’ve all decided on taking action action against D0N-46 (Dogma) I have some information many may be interested in.

Dogma.

If I didn’t think you were doing this for Soundblaster I’d think you were a tryhard.

I’d like to issue a formal apology of how I acted last night. I was not in the right frame of mind, and should have not acted this way, especially on a semi-offical account. It was never my intention to come up here and drunkenly say many things I did not mean, as I was not in the right processor.

Yyyyouuuu allll succcc Bemsides thee mrchs

[Longarm approaches the spare hab he gave to Orion, a stack of datapads in hand. It was annoying, having to stay in this form and care for someone who didn’t understand even ‘yes’ and ‘no’, so it was time to figure out what language Orion spoke. @scaredandtired.bsky.social