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I've been irregularly checking the boards of late due to divided attention but I'm here.

Roadrage stretches and flexes beneath the oil, making sure to lift her head enough to watch the operating table with a scrutinizing eye every few moments. Her gaze relaxes slightly as Redshift is released from the restraints; she climbs out of the bath, rolling her joints more nimbly than before. "That's more like it," she muses, flexing her fingers. She changes her hands out for her maces and back, nodding at the far smoother switch as she walks toward the other table, eyeing the restraints with apprehension as she wipes off excess oil from her arms.

Damn...sounds like serendipity found you just in time too. I was literally spending my last dollar getting to work on a thursday in october the night of my first payday, it was so close for me. Good on ya for the rebound.

I know how that feels. This summer was the opposite of fun or productive for me. Glad I'm not the only one who bounced back.

Roadrage rolls her shoulders a bit once the harness is off, grunting at the resistance. As the group enters the lab, she spots the oil pit and immediately steps over to immerse herself. She narrows her eyes at Skitter's jest. "If I had an energon chip for every time I heard THAT one..." she growls under her breath as she goes under.

Roadrage glances down at Skitter, then off into the distance. "The Ark. They said it was our only chance to escape the war. They thought I was an infiltrator ready to sabotage them, but Ratchet convinced them otherwise. If not for him, I'd have been in range of the artillery strike instead of on the ship." She glances back at Laserbeak and Onslaught.

"For all the good escaping did us..." She looks at her hands, grimacing as she changes them into mace mode and back through jerky, grindy movements. "Stiff..."

"You mentioned an oil bath."

Roadrage's eyes widen at the new information. She wheels around, spying inert decepticons. Her joints tense again as she spies the stationary minicon.

"Laserbeak..." she hisses, pure venom in her voicebox. She spins back around to Dr. Winters, pointing at the mechanical bird. "I don't care what you think of any of us; you should have filed THAT one down to shavings and sent his empty spark chamber back to Soundwave. They're never apart for long. If HE'S here, then they WILL come for him.
Which means they'll come for US."

She steps over and studies the silent form intensely, reaching up to touch the ravaged red emblem on her shoulder. "Dragged out of one war and into another..."

Roadrage scans the weapons aimed her way, then notices the various ticks and jitters in her limbs as her aim refuses to stay steady. Slowly, as her gaze circles the room, she lowers her arms, her face still grimacing. Her frame creaks from the buildup as she pushes herself off the side of the table, landing on the floor with a solid metallic crash before pushing herself to her feet.

She scans the room again, this time spotting the emblems on her fellow Cybertronians. Her tension seems to drop only slightly. "Autobots..."

She eyes Redshift with a dubious stare for a long moment before taking and consuming the energon chip. Once the jittering in her hands stops, she slowly, purposefully takes a step closer to the doctor, eyeing the trigger in her hand. "You think you're the first to order me around with a bomb on my back and guns to my head?" She glares at each and every soldier aiming at her.

"If you've been poking at me for this long, then you can take this charge off of me." She kneels down to look the doctor in the eye. "But I will be watching you."

As the glow returns to her eyes, Roadrage's fingers start to flex as fresh life flows through her limbs. Though the energon infusion is minimal, she manages to push herself up to a sitting position. Her voicebox starts crackling back to life, allowing her to force out a few words.

"On...line? Energon...but who--"

Her gaze snaps upward as her optics start to pick up all the different lifeforms in the room. Once she recognizes both cybertronian and non-cyber, her arms snap forward, fists clenched, wrist blasters leveled and eyes steely.

"First...scrapheap that touches me...is SLAG."

Quite a month it's been then. Not unreasonable to expect some delays with all that. Pretty sure we've all had months like that.

No worries; things have been in a bit of upheaval for me too. 'Bout to start a new job on the graveyard shift, so the ol' sleep cycle's been flipped upside down too.

Alrighty then...lotta stat lines to figure out...guess I'll have to learn by ear as we go for now.

Harry Potter-ish? Or more homebrew?

Hey folks, A dear friend of mine died and I will be traveling to attend a funeral over the next few days. I'll check in when I can.

...Asric?

Well I'll be damned. Small world.

I'm still around; it's not just you, the site's been up and down like crazy. I have officially never seen the paizo site have THIS much trouble for this long before. It's honestly more than a bit concerning.

Anyone still alive? Everyone in stasis lock? Seems the site's finally back to normal...

Hey all, finally checking in now that the damn Paizo site has decided to behave itself. Between their maintenance and...whatever the heck the problem was, I've had sporadic access. Blargh.