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Mobile Suit Gundam: Anthem - CLOSED, due to drop outs

Sorry about how long that took, was really busy getting my shop back up after 3 months indoors.

Mobile Suit Gundam: Anthem - CLOSED, due to drop outs

The infinite black void of space stretching out. The utter weightlessness. Despite the fact that he was hurtling through space at thousands of miles per hour, he was, nonetheless... Still. Floating here... Even though he knew that, no matter where he went, Earths Gravity acted on him, he still felt free of it. He looked around. "Munch, get back to work!" He heard through his suits comms as he turned back to his job, running his painting strip along the large letters that was Shadowfax's nameplate. As he continued to buff up the plate, he began to feel a little less easy with the situation. Suddenly, he got another message through the channel. "Munch, get to your Mobile Suit. We've got movement." As he turned to go inside, he could have swore he saw a flash out the corner of his eye.

Making his way through the ship, he quickly got to the changing room to change from a Normal Suit into a Flight Suit, far less bulky, but offered less protection against space debris. Finally, he made his way to the launch pad, looking at the suits stomping around was always a surreal moment, as the hangar was depreassurized. As he stood, he could feel the rumbling rythmically pulsating through the superstructure with every step the metal gods before him made their way to the catapult. But, he couldn't hear them. He could only hear the people cattering through the comms to each other. He then spotted it at the back of the room. His Dijeh. Created by Karaba in their war with the Federation, they had been refitted for use in Space during the Laplus incident, when the Federation needed every suit they had to get into space and find the box. Now, it was just used for patrolling. He did take comfort in the fact that the mobile suits chief test-pilot and designer was the great Amuro Ray. As he booted up the cockpit, he got a good view of everything around him, just in time to see Dren board the Catapult and get launched into space. He pressed his foot into the peddle, bringing the mighty foot forward and the other followed soon after. Stepping onto the catapult, he pressed his comm. "Gregory Munchhausen, Ready for Sortie." He said, before the suit was launched into the black void. Following after the others, just in time for them to see all hell breaking loose around them. He listened to the orders being handed down.

"Gelgoogs, what the hell do they think those Antique's are going to do?" He laughed. He was in the equivalent question of "What if Amuro had designed the Gelgoog" There was no way he was about to lose to them. "Roger, Youngster, moving to engage." He registered. As the agile Dijeh launched towards the interlopers, it's own Mono-eye glowing a bright emerald. Getting close, he saw the Vulcan rounds hit and bounce off of one of the Gelgoogs, wildly richochetting. "Oh, Armour improvements." He said, before the Beam-Rifle folded up it's it's holding position on the shoulder and he drew the Naginata, igniting both ends, he brought it for a slash, but the Marine was was also quick with it's own, igniting it and parrying, before forcing Greg into taking a few carefully planned thrusts backwards with the engines. "Oh, some improvements?" He asked, before forcing himself fowards, slashing a few more times, again, opening with the Vulcans to try and force him to protect that sensitive eye on his head.

Mobile Suit Gundam: Anthem - CLOSED, due to drop outs

Gregory Munchhausen

Name: Gregory Munchhausen (Gregorovich Tal Landry)
Nickname: Youngster
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Social Status: Spacenoid
Appearance:



Greg is 5'8, with shoulder length black hair and almost olive coloured skin. He tends to wear baggy clothes when not in his suit. He also is never seen without his pendant around his neck.

Mobile Suit: MSK-008 Dijeh

Positive Personality traits:

• Strong willed
• Determined
• Quick thinking
• Strong supporter of the Federation (Even if he thinks great change is needed within)

Negative Personality traits:

• Bullheaded
• A little too trusting and naive
• Supports Earth Decolonization (And will defend this belief)
• Overconfident at times.

Short history/personality blurb: Although the Zabi family was popular among the people of Side 3, not all of the noble houses truely sided with them, or any of the other pretenders to the throne. One such family was the Landry's. Oh yes, for show, they would throw their hands up and yell "SEIG ZEON!" along with the rest of the deluded masses and throw their money behind the war for independence, they all did what they had to in order to survive under the tyrannical fist of Gihren, puppeting his depressed and ashamed father who sat on the throne. The truth was that, to begin with, yes, they had been quite close with the Zabi's, being one of the many inner circle families, alongside the Ral's. When Degwin took Naliss Landry as his wife, the two families were inseparably linked. Even if the rest of the family disapproved of her choices. When her Naliss' father, who fiercely and loudly clashed heads with Degwin, died surrounded by mysterious circumstances, Ptolemy Ent Landry took over as head of the family and did his best to steer it clear of the Zabi's, but continue to support Deikun in his campgain. The families came together once more with the sad passing of Naliss, giving birth to Zabi heir Garma. Old hatchets were buried with the soil of grief and a neutrality descended upon the two families. When Zeon died, leaving Degwin as a successor, the writing was on the wall "fall in line or fall into your grave." Even though the suspicions surrounded the Landry's of not truly supporting Zeon. Degwin had them placed under special exemption from Gihren and Kcylia's wrath. One final show of gratitude to the family who gave him his wife that he loved so much.

As countless perished within the fortress of A Baoa Qu, over at Side 3, life was taking its first views upon the world. Gregorovich Tal Landry, born on the eve of Zeon Surrender, grew up in a Zeon that had been brought entirely under the Federations boot-heel and existed as merely a puppet-state with Federation advisors having the true power. He didn't resent them for this, after all, he didn't know any better. His father clearly resented this, but accepted that, at least he no longer had to hail to the insane machinations of Gihren. Side 3 was used as a development center, using captured Zeon scientists to develop new Mobile Suits for the Federation and their Titans task-force. Gregorovich was able to stay mostly out of harms way as he watched the old remnants of Zeon flare up time and again under newer and even more insane leaders. Karn, Toto... Eventually, Aznable, who came back to side 3 and was welcomed as a conquering hero. Gregorovich couldn't help but be swept up in the wave of patriotism, too young to fight, but he was on the streets waving the banner and welcoming Casval as he came to lead the Earthnoids to space against their will. Gregorovich entered into the Junior Mobile Suit Pilots club, quickly becoming intimately familiar with the use of a Mobile Suit. Of course, Casval's reign didn't last long and Zeon was, once again, smacked back down and put under the Federations jackboot. But Gregorovich didn't resent this. Far from it. Seeing the Axis event on television, the majesty of the green glow that saved Earth, the mortality of the Red Comet being finally brought front and center... Things changed. Patriotism replaced with compassion. Gregorovich had grown up not resenting the Earth, then had found himself swept up in a riot and when it was over, had taken a long, hard look at himself and decided that Zeon was a name best left dead and buried. Every time someone brought up the name, either millions perished and suffered, or they almost did.

When the Federation came calling for pilots during the Sleeves incident, Gregorovich dropped his name and lied about his age to sign up to the Zeon Colonial Forces drafted to quickly deal with the Sleeves threat. Already having been piloting simple mobile suits for the last 3 years, he seemed like a natural when it came to piloting the real ones. He never really had a chance to prove himself in full combat, but his simulated tests rated him highly. When Rebirth Zeon made themselves known, he was chosen as a representative from Side 3 to join the mission to find and destroy them, the higher ups thought it would play better for the media to have an actual Zeon citizen in the team. Of course, Gregory saw no problems with this, he was going to work his way up the ranks and effect change on the Federation from the inside, at the same time, he was going to put down the elements of Zeon that were the cause of all of the suffering in the wars.

Win-Win.

Mobile Suit Gundam: Anthem - CLOSED, due to drop outs

Gregory Munchhausen

Name: Gregory Munchhausen (Gregorovich Tal Landry)
Nickname: Youngster
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Social Status: Spacenoid
Appearance:



Greg is 5'8, with shoulder length black hair and almost olive coloured skin. He tends to wear baggy clothes when not in his suit. He also is never seen without his pendant around his neck.

Mobile Suit: MSK-008 Dijeh

Positive Personality traits:

• Strong willed
• Determined
• Quick thinking
• Strong supporter of the Federation (Even if he thinks great change is needed within)

Negative Personality traits:

• Bullheaded
• A little too trusting and naive
• Supports Earth Decolonization (And will defend this belief)
• Overconfident at times.

Short history/personality blurb: Although the Zabi family was popular among the people of Side 3, not all of the noble houses truely sided with them, or any of the other pretenders to the throne. One such family was the Landry's. Oh yes, for show, they would throw their hands up and yell "SEIG ZEON!" along with the rest of the deluded masses and throw their money behind the war for independence, they all did what they had to in order to survive under the tyrannical fist of Gihren, puppeting his depressed and ashamed father who sat on the throne. The truth was that, to begin with, yes, they had been quite close with the Zabi's, being one of the many inner circle families, alongside the Ral's. When Degwin took Naliss Landry as his wife, the two families were inseparably linked. Even if the rest of the family disapproved of her choices. When her Naliss' father, who fiercely and loudly clashed heads with Degwin, died surrounded by mysterious circumstances, Ptolemy Ent Landry took over as head of the family and did his best to steer it clear of the Zabi's, but continue to support Deikun in his campgain. The families came together once more with the sad passing of Naliss, giving birth to Zabi heir Garma. Old hatchets were buried with the soil of grief and a neutrality descended upon the two families. When Zeon died, leaving Degwin as a successor, the writing was on the wall "fall in line or fall into your grave." Even though the suspicions surrounded the Landry's of not truly supporting Zeon. Degwin had them placed under special exemption from Gihren and Kcylia's wrath. One final show of gratitude to the family who gave him his wife that he loved so much.

As countless perished within the fortress of A Baoa Qu, over at Side 3, life was taking its first views upon the world. Gregorovich Tal Landry, born on the eve of Zeon Surrender, grew up in a Zeon that had been brought entirely under the Federations boot-heel and existed as merely a puppet-state with Federation advisors having the true power. He didn't resent them for this, after all, he didn't know any better. His father clearly resented this, but accepted that, at least he no longer had to hail to the insane machinations of Gihren. Side 3 was used as a development center, using captured Zeon scientists to develop new Mobile Suits for the Federation and their Titans task-force. Gregorovich was able to stay mostly out of harms way as he watched the old remnants of Zeon flare up time and again under newer and even more insane leaders. Karn, Toto... Eventually, Aznable, who came back to side 3 and was welcomed as a conquering hero. Gregorovich couldn't help but be swept up in the wave of patriotism, too young to fight, but he was on the streets waving the banner and welcoming Casval as he came to lead the Earthnoids to space against their will. Gregorovich entered into the Junior Mobile Suit Pilots club, quickly becoming intimately familiar with the use of a Mobile Suit. Of course, Casval's reign didn't last long and Zeon was, once again, smacked back down and put under the Federations jackboot. But Gregorovich didn't resent this. Far from it. Seeing the Axis event on television, the majesty of the green glow that saved Earth, the mortality of the Red Comet being finally brought front and center... Things changed. Patriotism replaced with compassion. Gregorovich had grown up not resenting the Earth, then had found himself swept up in a riot and when it was over, had taken a long, hard look at himself and decided that Zeon was a name best left dead and buried. Every time someone brought up the name, either millions perished and suffered, or they almost did.

When the Federation came calling for pilots during the Sleeves incident, Gregorovich dropped his name and lied about his age to sign up to the Zeon Colonial Forces drafted to quickly deal with the Sleeves threat. Already having been piloting simple mobile suits for the last 3 years, he seemed like a natural when it came to piloting the real ones. He never really had a chance to prove himself in full combat, but his simulated tests rated him highly. When Rebirth Zeon made themselves known, he was chosen as a representative from Side 3 to join the mission to find and destroy them, the higher ups thought it would play better for the media to have an actual Zeon citizen in the team. Of course, Gregory saw no problems with this, he was going to work his way up the ranks and effect change on the Federation from the inside, at the same time, he was going to put down the elements of Zeon that were the cause of all of the suffering in the wars.

Win-Win.

Exiles of The Multiverse:

To be honest, i'm not really looking to run any RP's right now. But if you fancy running one based on Exiles, i'd be happy to join.

Spiderman Venom: The Symbiote Friends

@BlackXIII I actually like the idea of Venom taking over something like the Mk50 Iron Man Armour, since Tony actually used Venoms DNA as the building blocks for its liquidmetal design.

Teen Titans South

@RumikoOhara Why'd i get an @? I'm not in this.

Kingdom Hearts: A New Kingdom

Kalak, was about to get thoroughly punched in his adorable little cat face, before the bio-sludge hit the rider, causing it to shriek in pain and throw him away. He landed in a heap and grabbed his halberd, before seeing the ice shard hit the tyres of the bike. The Unversed skidded a little, a basket flying straight out of the side-car and tumbling into the river bellow. The Unversed pulled itself up and onto it's 3 wheels again, The bike part shook its head and the rider slapped it as they yelled something at each other, before they both stared straiught at Saki and snorted, before the tyres squealed and it drove itself headlong at her. Diving, Kalak tried to shove the Halberd into the spokes of the Motorbike's front wheel. As he did, the rider, once again, batted him away with a backhand from it's long, spindly arms, the halberd fell down and into the ground, as the bike drove past, it smashed into the Key, but the key came off better, as the part of the bike that hit was the hinge holding the side-car on, smashing the hinge, the side-car spun out of control and smashed into a tree, turning back into a normal side-car. But the bike itself still headed for Saki, but then the blizzard hit that vulnerable front wheel and it froze solid, causing the Unversed to veer offcourse and smashed into it's former side-car, the bike and rider then turned their attention back to Saki. The Bike itself clawed the frost from its wheel, before letting out a roar at the others. Kalak retreived the Halberd, "CHAAAAAAAAAAAARGGGGE!!!" He yelled as the fluffy ball of blades rushed at the Unversed.

Star Wars - Galaxies at War[MULTIVERSE SPACESHIP RP]

Aboard the Immaculate Aegis

Eggman had come aboard, this time with Oglivie as his wrangler. Eggman appeared on the landing pad in his pod, whilst Oglivie stood next to him. Oglivie wasn't entirely happy with this, but he knew that SOMEONE had to wrangle him in. "Remember, Doctor, no charging in there like a bull in a china-shop." Oglivie said.

"Only if i know they are wrong." Eggman grinned.

"Yes, but just because their opinions differ from yours doesn't automatically make them wrong." He sighed.

"That's an opinion that differs from mine." The pair of them made their way through the ornate corridors. "Ooooh, people after my own heart. Built like a cathedral." He smiled. Luckily, the ship seemed to have been designed with giant floating chairs in mind, so the Eggmobile had no problems floating through the doors. They were constantly getting strong looks from the crew of the ship. "WHAT, I'M AN OLD MAN WHO'S LEGS DON'T WORK SO GOOD ANYMORE!" He yelled at them. "Damn kids with their working legs. I'll have you know i used to be able to outrun Sonic in the old days." They finally made it to the science meeting and Eggman, surprisingly, held his tongue for the first bit. As they finally mentioned the Death Star, Oglivie could see Eggmans face growing more scrunched and annoyed as they constantly berated such an undertaking. Finally, the Doctor seemed to lose Patience. "First of all, i'm pretty positive that this Anubis guy has been stealing some of my idea's. He then pressed a button on the Eggmobile and a hologram of the Death Egg appeared next to the hologram of the Death Star. "We know he's been stealing things from other dimensions, i think it's safe to say he's been to my vault and stolen the plans for MY Death Egg." Oglivie actually piped up here.

"You know, he does actually have a point." Oglivie sighed. "If this Anubis guy is as powerful as Elizabeth says he is and he can jump dimensions, maybe this is something he picked up on the way through our Dimension?" He asked. "I mean... The resemblance is UTTERLY uncanny. Although, i think i'm gonna call theirs the Death Cyclops." Oglivie responded. "Well, like the 3 you built, taking them out should be easy. Just destroy the Giant Robot near the core and that should destroy the rest of the station."

"That's because the Death Egg Robot is designed to protect the core and draws power from it-" Eggman began as playback began of his First Death Egg's destruction played. "You destroy the robot and it starts a resonating, cascading feedback loop and the core REALLY does not like those. But the rest of the Death Egg is pretty much indestructible from the outside. You need to fight your way to the core first, so it's usually fine... Then you run into an annoying rodent who can run faster than the speed of sound and then your plans go out the window, along with the rest of the furniture due to the depressurization..."

Star Wars - Galaxies at War[MULTIVERSE SPACESHIP RP]

Planet ε-302-δ

Everything had been going just great a few minutes ago. A survay of a planet that the Knights had PROBABLY come to at some point, having a couple of laughs with Megatron and Jetfire. Now they were fleeing for their lives from a whole swarm of pissed off Insecticons. "FOR THE LAST TIME, I THOUGHT YOU SAID THEY WERE LOYAL TO YOU!!!" Rodimus screamed from the controls of his gaudy testiment-to-the-infinite-depths-of-his-own-ego, the Rod Pod. In the back, Megatron was manning the rear laser cannons.

"AND I TOLD YOU NOT TO SAY IT!!!" Megatron replied.

"What? I thought "Bah-weep-Graaaaagnah wheep ni ni bong" was the universal greeting." He replied.

"It is, IF YOU HAVE ENOUGH ENERGON FOR THE ENTIRE DAMN HIVE!!!" Megatron screamed, shooting down several of the persuing Insecticons. Over the comms, came the voice of Jetfire, who was atop the Pod, acting as a surrogate gun.

"If you two want to stop being an old married couple for 5 seconds, maybe we might be able to better evade them." He called, before taking aim and blasting another out of the sky with his Twin-Fusion cannon. One of the Insecticons landed and slashed at him with his claws, before the Gladiator jumped back, transformed into his Carrier form and blasted it off, before flying alongside the Pod.

"So, Shockwave, i don't want to be a pain or a bother, but, if it ain't too much trouble... WHERE THE HELL IS MY DAMN SPACE BRIDGE!!!" He screamed into the comms. There was a gentle humming from the comms. "I swear to Primus, if i die down here, i'm haunting you."

"It would be an interesting experience to study one. I didn't get much of a chance when Starscream was doing it." Replied the cold, calculating voice of Shockwave.

"NOT JOKING, IT WILL SAY ON MY TOMBSTONE "Here lies Rodimus Prime, the last of the Primes. His Final decree: "If you see Shockwave, punch him in his stupid cyclops-face!!!"

"Calculations done." Shockwave replied, as the giant, green, gaping portal appeared in front of them. Flying through it, they were in space right in front of the Lost Light's hangar.

"TOO CLOSE!" Rodimus shouted, slamming the breaks on hard, in a desperate attempt to slow down. but the ship was far too close, slamming into the hangar deck and grinding along, it's retrothrusters desperateloy trying to bring it to a complete halt. Rodimus was busy praying to Alpha Trion that the Rod Pods paint wasn't too badly damaged. Jetfire, transformed back into bot form and landed in front of the Pod, grabbing it as it skidded, finally forcing it to a halt. Rodimus gave a sigh of relief. "You ok?" He called.

"Apart from my ego, i'd say i'm completely undamaged." Rodimus looked around.

"Oh, great... But i was kinda..." Megatron looked at him with utter contempt.

"I swear to Cybertron below me, if you say you were talking to the ship, i am going to shoot you again and THIS TIME, i WILL snuff your spark." Megatron seethed.

"I was talking to Jet." Rodimus smiled, rubbing the back of his head. Megatron gave him a disgusted look of disbelief as he walked to the door, which descended. Several of the Vehicons approached and began assessing the damage and drawing up a repair schedule. Knockout was there to greet them.

"Nice laqnding, Lord Megatron." He smirked. "Although, between you and me, if you could have roughed that eyesore up just a LITTLE more on the way in... Well, let's just say that nobody would miss it too much." Megatron looked down at Knockout. The Decepticon doctor-turned-mechanic was a little rough around the edges and one of the most vain bots he had ever met, he nonetheless admired his attention-to-detail when it came to his work. Also, there was no bot that knew his way around a buffer like him.

"It was him that was flying it." Megatron sighed. Rodimus was cuddling the Rodpod, putting his arms over it, cooing to it as though it were a wounded child. "If you can accidentally hit the self destruct, i will give you my next weeks Energon rations..." He whispered, knowing full well that Rodimus was such an egotistical narcissist that he hadn't put a self destruct on it, as there was no conceivable way in Rodimus' mind that he would need to destroy it. Megatron approached the lift and stepped inside with Jetfire.

"So, level with me. We've taken out more than that before." Jetfire said. "I mean, even back in the Colosseum, you and me used to squash that many Insecticons as a warm-up round. So, why'd we run?" Megatron didn't look at Jetfire, he simply stood motionless.

"I didn't see the need to get bogged down in a pointless battle." He replied eventually.

"You know, you still seem to forget that you're not the big, rough, tough leader of the Decepticons anymore. You can just say "Slaughtering an entire hive of Insecticons doesn't sit well with my conscience." Remember, ever since you grew one of those?" Jetfire slapped him on the Shoulder. Megatron simply went back to his brooding.

****

Back with Rodimus, he stood behind Knockout as the mechanic finalized his repair schedule. "What's the news, Doc?" He asked. Knockout looked him up and down.

"Well, i'm afraid that there's nothing that i can do about your ego, but the Rod Pod seems like she'll make a full recovery. I'll need three days to get her back in full working order, as well as buff out that carbon scoring on the rear." His hand transformed into a bufferand revved a little. Rodimus gave the ship a hug.

"You hear that, girl, all good again in a few days." Knockout shook his head. A flash of light appeared in the Hangar and everyone looked around. Rodimus looked down at the floor to see a human woman had appeared. "Ummmm..." He pressed a finger to his ear. "Shockwave, did our sensors read an incoming ground or space-bridge?" He asked.

"Negative, but we did just read a spike in exotic energy. Is there something i may study?" Came the response. Rodimus looked the woman in the eye for a second.

"Stand-by." He ordered, getting down on his hands and knee's. "Ummm, i don't know who you are, but you may be surprised to know that you just Space-Bridged aboard a Cybertronian Explorer vessel." The woman looked around. "Don't mind the Decepticon logo on Knockout, we are all friends here."

"Curious..." Knockout looked her over. "You're not ENTIRELY human anymore are you?" He asked "Oh for the days that i could throw people like this onto the dissection table..." He sighed.

"Pay no attention to him." Rodimus said. "Who are you and what can we do for you?" He smiled. The woman looked at him.

"I don't have a lot of time, but suffice to say, the entire multiverse is at stake. A villain by the name of Anubis is trying to gain enough power to overthrow and control absolutely everyone and everything." She said to the large robot.

"Ok, so, so far you've answered none of my questions and made a demand of me. That's not generally how asking someone for help works." Rodimus sighed. "You know, we ARE allies with Humanity, but trust m, you came to the wrong place. We're on a mission already. Go to Cybertron and ask Optimus and the others for help. They are WAAAAAAAY closer to Earth than we are. Of course, nobody blames you for wanting the great Rodimus Prime himself." He smirked, pushing a thumb to his chest.

"Wow, careful now, Rodimus," Knockout sighed. "You might pull a hydrolic patting yourself on the back there."

"Unfortunately, in your planets current time of peace, this vessel is the only one still fully equipped for war, the rest of your fleet is for defensive purposes and i can only bring one of you. Also, we aren't going to Earth." The woman replied, this Rodimus reminded her a lot of a certain jackass she had known before ascension, of course, he had the excuse that he actually was as smart as he boasted to be. "I don't have a lot of time, but i have looked into your past, Cybertronians are some of the greatest warriors in the multiverse, your help would be invaluable." She said, before smirking a little as she realized to play to this bots ego. "Of course, if you would prefer that i go ask this Optimus bot, i'm sure that he would be far better suited to the situation."

"To be perfectly honest, he probably is, but getting Optimus out here would take time and he is trying to leave the warrior life behind. He is trying to be Orion Pax again..." Rodimus looked down at his hand. "The Matrix chose me, Orion believes in me, I am now the last Prime. If the entire universe is at stake, then there is NO way that i can pass it up." Liz was surprised. It had worked, not in the way she had hoped, but it had worked and she would take it.

"Ummm, Rod, don't you think we should run this by the Captain first?" Knockout asked.

"He may be the Captain, but i am a Prime, that means i outrank him." Rodimus grinned.

"And you're going to say that to his face?" Knockout replied.

"Nope, i'm gonna say she hijacked us against our wills and if you tell him anything, i'll eject your entire supply of hood-polish into the nearest sun." Knockout put his hands up and closed his eyes to indicate his agreement to these terms. "Lady, you've got yourself a ship. How long is this going to take?"

"I have no idea, but I will be able to put your vessel back at this exact space at this exact time upon your return."

****

On the Bridge, Megatron sat in the captains chair, Ravage sat at his side, with Laserbeak on his perch. "Uuuuuum, Lord Megatron, there seems to be an exotic energy spike again." Said one of the Vehicons.

"Strange... Get Shockwave up here, he'll be delighted to study it." Megatron replied, before suddenly, the ship was engulfed in a bright light. "WHAT'S HAPPENING?" Megatron screamed.

"UNKNOWN" The Vehicon replied. "THE SHIP'S BEING FLOODED WITH EXOTIC ENERGIES!"

"IS TRYPTICON TRYING TO WAKE UP?" Megatron asked.

"NEGATIVE, HIS COGNITIVE FUNCTIONS STILL AT MINIMUM."

"THEN WHAT IS HAPPENING TO MY DAMN SHIP!?!?!?" He demanded. At that point, the light show stopped and the ship continued to drift lazily in the black void of space. "Damage report, now." A few seconds later, the answer came.

"Nothing specific. But a lot of the crew seem rather startled." Megatron got up.

"RODIMUS, TO THE BRIDGE NOW!" He demanded into the comms. At that point, Shockwave arrived on the bridge. He took one look out of the front viewport.

"We have been space-bridged." He replied. Megatron looked at him, puzzled. "The allignment of the stars has shifted significantly. I don't even recognize it. This alignment of stars is not possible within known space." He said, cold, hard, matter-of-factly.

"Get a fix on our position relative to galactic core and see if you can raise Cybertron or Earth." He ordered. "AND WHERE THE HELL IS RODIMUS?!?!" He demanded.