Date Posted:16:16:38 04/07/02 Sun Author: Rotor Subject: "Whoa, hang back a sec crabby...." In reply to:
Rotor
's message, ""What the slag is going on around here?!"" on 08:43:54 12/10/01 Mon
Rampage was shoved unceremoniously down a side hallway by the larger Autobot as a security force rounded the corner. Rotor nodded to some of the officers he recognized and noted the prescence of a few fanged aliens assisting in the transport of a large cylindrical object...
"Well, well....looks like its good riddance ta bad rubbish at long last."
Rampage's holographic face mimicked the puzzlement now dawning on his own, and he craned his neck to see beyond. But the team had already moved out of the Brig into a tunnel heading for the Docking Bay.
"Routine prisoner transport...ain't nothing to concern us right now, unless they stopped to chat, know what I'm sayin'?
I guess that explains why there ain't no one around....I thought it might have been something else, something worse. But after what I just saw, I can confidently say that everything's OK now."
The pair reached the cell at the end of the corridor now, and upon seeing the human-proportioned door Rampage was once more puzzled. Rotor just smirked as he tapped a button on the wall and it began to fade.
"Reinforced polarized glass, built in speakers. We'll be able to see and talk ta him right soon enough.
