Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27661770-20171215213041/@comment-27344811-20171217022505

Barricade has hooked up teh projector. "He sent us a nametag- Lord Imperious Delirious. He's an A.I. born in an alternate-reality Gorlam Prime, where the Transformers were restricted to their homeworld... this garbled Audio he sent us converts to an image file..."

It's a planet. Dark, barren, a lava sea.

"I'm running through our database for a planet that fits the description. The point is clear; it's an invitation."

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Scrapper is currently rigging something up.

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Soundwave has recovered another shard; this one out of molten lava. He places the lumb of metal that used to be his hand on the table, and tasks Buzzsaw in cutting it open as he replaces his servo.

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The COmbaticons are closing in on Earth...