620/Pieces of the Puzzle

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Pieces of the Puzzle
Date of Scene: 21 October 2018
Location: Lone Building
Synopsis: Swivel and Hot Rod conspire. Hyperdrive eventually joins in.
Cast of Characters: Swivel, Hot Rod, Hyperdrive


Swivel has posed:
Well. That was weird!

Swivel had just had an odd encounter while, ahem, reclaiming some unwanted materials for other uses. As a result, she's not exactly looking her best. There's grease stains, flecks of stuff, and patches of grime all over her, dulling her usualy bright seafoam paint. However, she doesn't seem to even concern with that as she steps into the Maccadam's. At first she was going to head straight back to Iacon. But her hasty departure from an alley in Rodion had left her feeling a bit depleted - and a nice drink at Mac's would be nice. Not necessary, exactly, as she has more than enough to make the trip back to base. But why not indulge just a little more?

Hot Rod has posed:
It probably won't come as a surprise to Swivel when she runs into a familiar face at the bar. Not only is Rodion a great spot for a drink, but it's notoriously close to what used to be Nyon.

So seeing Hot Rod here shouldn't strike her as unusual.

The former rebel is staring pensively out the window across from him, sipping his drink quietly.

Swivel has posed:
Bonus! Swivel's optics brighten as she sees that familiar fellow Nyonian sitting at the bar. Swivel nervously looks over her shoulder. Surely the Constructicon didn't follow her. No? Good. But if he did, there's Hot Rod! He'll keep her safe! Besides, there's something Swivel had been meaning to ask.

The grimey little form of Swivel pops over by Hot Rod's elbow while he sips his drink. "'Ello, Rod!" Swivel chirps.

Hot Rod has posed:
He spills his drink unceremoniously.

"Slag!" he curses loudly. Then he looks down and notices Swivel. "Oh," he mutters, "didn't see you there." He picks up his glass and looks in it, and discovering it's empty, waves the bartender over.

Swivel has posed:
    Uh oh. Is Hot Rod brooding? He might be brooding. Sometimes she can't tell the difference between introspective and broody. Swivel hesitates, going to scratch her cheek. She then pulls her hand away, seeing some of the gunk that comes off onto her finger. She then puts her hand behind her back. "Sorry, dinna mean to startle you." Swivel glances around. Should she leave him be? Oh... but her curiousity. "Um, 'ey... uh, 'Ot Rod?"

Hot Rod has posed:
He then squints at her, puzzled by the dirt covering her chassis. "Where the hell have /you/ been?" he asks, "you look like you got picked out of a scrap heap." The bartender arrives with his drink. "You want anything?" he asks, avoiding her inquisitive manner.

Swivel has posed:
Swivel looks back down at herself, then back at Hot Rod. "Well... I was in a scrap 'eap." Swivel explains in a matter-of-fact tone, like this isn't at all abnormal. Or something to be embarrassed about. Swivel gropes around in her subcompartments and subspace until she finds a rag. It's not overly clean, but she begins to at least wipe her face and hands. "If you are offerin', sure." Swivel looks up again, fiddling with the now dirtier rag. Swivel looks down at the rag, then slowly back up at Hot Rod. "So... uh... 'Ot Rod... somethin's been, uh... well somethin's been kinda botherin' me. Well botherin' ain't the word."

Hot Rod has posed:
"Get her a tonic," he tells the bartender. He doesn't bother to look at her, but that's typical. Hot Rod usually avoids making optic contact with people when they're trying to confront him about something. Bad habit.

"Yeah? What's the word, then?" he asks.

Swivel has posed:
    And there goes optic contact. Swivel glances down at herself, then back at Hot Rod. "Oh... well..." Just how to approach this? "It's just there was that toim 'ere at the Mac's where you were talkin' with Blast Off. And, uh, a few other toims you just casually talk with Decepticons. And you never seem to get reprimanded for it." Actually, he doesn't get reprimanded for a lot of things, but Swivel isn't about to make a list. "Why, uh... well normally that'd get folk in trouble, yanno? So why don't you?"

Hot Rod has posed:
"Ha!" He puts his drink down. "Were you looking to change that?" he asks somewhat threateningly.

Then he looks away. Well, it does appear that he's in another one of his moods. "Look. You're asking 'the troublemaker' why he doesn't get caught. You've got this all wrong." He then continues sipping his drink, his gaze drifting back to the window he was staring at a few breems ago.

Swivel has posed:
Swivel winces a little when his demeanor turns somewhat threatening. She looks almost like she might just slink off, but then he looks away. The server puts down her tonic and she tentatively takes it, sipping it. "Oh it's not that you aren't gettin' caught. I mean. You don't even try to 'oid wot you do." Swivel shakes her head. "It just... confuses me. I'm not tryin' to stir trouble with you. I'm... just... worried."

Hot Rod has posed:
"What did I tell you about worrying about me," he says, continuing to sip his drink. "I ... appreciate the concern. Really. I do." A dramatic pause. "But you know how it is. It doesn't change anything." He still doesn't look at her.

Swivel has posed:
Swivel fidgets. And to hide her fidgeting, she takes another drink. "I... I know." She mumbles quietly. Don't worr about Hot Rod. He'll be fine. He's always fine. Which just perplexes the femme more. Sometimes it is almost as if they live in two different realities. "I'm not tryna change..." Swivel sighs. She leans forward. "I've..." Swivel looks at her own drink. "And I don't know 'ow it is'. That's why I'm asking. 'Ow do you do it?"

Hot Rod has posed:
He shrugs. "There isn't a secret, Swivel. I don't mean to be cliche, but honestly I don't think much. I just ... do. And that's just how I've always operated. I guess the world kinda noticed and just .. adapted." He shrugs again. "I'm resilient, persistent, and lucky. That's all."

Swivel has posed:
Swivel gives Hot Rod a very long stare. "Resilient, persistent, and lucky." Swivel just repeats these words, almost as if she were memorizing a mantra. She then looks back at her glass. "Well two of those things I moight be able to become. But lucky 'ent somethin' one kin really learn." Swivel taps the side of her drink with her finger. "SO you don't 'ave some sort of special agreement or understandin' or anything. You just don't think about whether a Decepticon will shoot or double cross ya, you just walk over to 'em and start workin' with them on..." Swivel shrugs. Last she heard it was Phantom.

Hot Rod has posed:
Hot Rod chuckles. "If you try your damnedest to be the first two, I say you have a pretty good shot at becoming lucky," he says. He orders another round for the two of them.

"Primus, no," he says, amused. "I mean, do I look like the kind of person who would write up some kind of 'special agreement?'" He shakes his helm in disbelief. "What are you trying to get at here, Swivel? You wanna be more like me? Well let me tell you something. The first thing you gotta do is stop listening to Prowl so much."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel stops and just stares at Hot Rod. And then she looks at her drink. Then she stares some more. Swivel slowly takes a sip, still staring at Hot Rod. "I can't... not listen to Prowl. 'E outranks me! There are consequences fer not listenin' to 'im!" Swivel sets down her drinks. "It's not loik I loik listenin' to Prowl."

Hot Rod has posed:
Hot Rod scoffs. "Says you. He outranks me too. I still get to punch him."

He also sips his drink.

"It doesn't matter if you like doing it or not, you still do it," he mutters, shaking his helm. Then a pause. "Swivel, I want you to be honest. Do you think Prowl had Phantom assassinated?"

Swivel has posed:
Swivel just looks at Hot Rod. "I'm pretty sure I'd get jumped on and arrested before I my fist even reached Prowl. Especially if 'e were standing." Yeah, Punching people in the face isn't easy for this shorty.

Swivel frowns and looks back at her drink. She should stop obeying orders? Is that even wise for her? Swivel looks back at Hot Rod when he asks about Phantom. Her optic ridges knit together and she looks bck at her drink. "I... well I don't know. I wasn't there, 'Ot Rod. But I wouldn't put it past Prowl. After all, I 'ave not forgot that I'm pretty sure Prowl was involved with the mech wot shot that 'ostage in Tarn." Swivel takes another long drink, remembering that incident involving Coil. "And 'e was workin' with a mech that drugged me that one toim..." Her life as a neutral seems so far away now. "I think it's loikly. But I don't 'ave any evidence."

Hot Rod has posed:
"Well, what's stopping you from finding out?" he asks, suddenly standing. "You're a scout, and you used to relay information all the time, back before you were a bot. I'm sure you could dig something out. Prowl didn't say you couldn't. And I'd be willing to help you."

He sits back down. "The other possibility is that he lied. But what incentive would he have to lie about something like that?"

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel looks at Hot Rod, optics wide. "I... it's a bit late to be looking into it now! Any evidence to be found would be long burnt up!" Swivel insists. Well so much for persistence. However Swivel squints her optics. "And even if I found evidence, so wot? Loik you, Prowl never seems to get in trouble for the things 'e does." Swivel's little hands ball into fists and her face scrunches up from her barely contained distress.

Hot Rod has posed:
"Too late, my aft!" Hot Rod scolds. "It's never too late. Who knows, maybe there's something he left behind. If we could prove it, people would be a lot more likely to believe me about what happened on Junkion." His fists clench.

"Because," he reiterates, "like I said before, there's other dirt on him, if you expose a little bit, people might be less willing to overlook the other incident."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel looks over at Hot Rod, and then back at her fists, which tremble a little. She forces them to relax and is silent for a moment. She then takes her drink and downs the rest of it. Setting down her glass, Swivel sighs. "Maybe." THen Swivel smiles a little and looks over at Hot Rod. "I guess we won't know for sure unless we try."

Hot Rod has posed:
Hot Rod grins. "That's the spirit! See, you're not so far off the mark. You've got persistence down, at least."

He downs the rest of his drink and stands up. "Okay, so, we've got to find a time when we can raid his office..." He pauses. "Oh, and if you can recruit anyone else to help us..."

Swivel has posed:
Swivel's optics bulge. "Woah, wait, raid Prowl's office? Investigatin' the Crucible is one thing, but I'm pretty sure this is a violation of some sort!" Swivel says, putting up her hands, palms out. "There's gotta be a way to get the information without blatantly breaking the rules. If I get caught I'd be in a lot of trouble! And if I get in trouble, then I can't..." Swivel trails off. "I won't be of any use to anyone if I'm in the brig." Swivel glances around then leans forward. "I mean... but if, you know, I were called to 'is office and 'ad a reason to look around... that'd be different, roight?"

Hot Rod has posed:
"Uh, okay, well, if you can't name which protocol it breaks, it's not a violation," Hot Rod justifies.

He gives her an exasperated look. "Get dirty information on Prowl having murdered Phantom? Come on, Swivel. It's only breaking the rules if we get caught. Which, we won't," he says confidently. He starts heading for the exit of Maccadams. "Hmm, well, maybe he's out of office right now..."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel goes back to looking at Hot Rod, with wide optics. She scurries after him as he heads for the exit. "I don't 'ave all the codes memorized but I know for sure that breaking into an officer's office is definitely wrong. I'm just a recruit and I'd be mortifoid if someonne bust into /my/ room!" Nonetheless, Swivel follow Hot Rod, not quite sure how she become a co-conspirator to raiding Prowl's office.

Hot Rod has posed:
"Oh, so you mean that you have codes to offices in Decagon memorized? That's fantastic! Wherever you were memorizing off of, we need to find it and get Prowl's office code..." Hot Rod was clearly already thinking about something else. As soon as he's exited Maccadams, he transforms.

"We can't talk here," he says, "there might be Autobots close by, who are explicitly not people we should recruit to help us with this. Let's head for the Nyonian ruins," he says, and heads in that direction.

Swivel has posed:
    "No I mean violation codes! Goodness! Why would I 'ave codes to someone's office? I'm just a private!" Swivel exclaims as they head out. She doesn't argue with heading to Nyon, and is somewhat relieved that they aren't going straight to Prowl's office. "Roight. I know a place..."

Some time later.

Swivel rolls up to that lone building in her vehicle mode. Upon reaching it, she transforms back to her root mode. She's still very unsure about raiding Prowl's office. Why is she even entertaining this idea? Out of habit, Swivel keeps glancing over her shoulder as she unlocks the front door. She then swings the door open, waiting for Hot Rod. "Are you sure Prowl'd keep somethin' loik this in 'is office anyway? 'E is probably too careful to do that. If I were 'im, I would 'ave a place outside of the Decagon to keep my most top secret super incriminatin' infermation."

Hot Rod has posed:
Hot Rod plows in, nearly knocking his helm on the short doorway. "Well, I dunno, probably not, but where the hell else will we start? Besides, maybe there's something there that could lead us to where he /is/ keeping something that could incriminate him." He looks around for somewhere to sit down, but apparently isn't interested in the bench that's his size. Instead, he just spreads himself across the minibot sized chairs.

Swivel has posed:
"Oh... well that is true. There moight be clues." Swivel still has a VERY BAD FEELING about all of this. She likes trying to remain above reproach. But reproach by whom? Swivel walks over towards the furniture and pauses as Hot Rod overtakes her and takes up her chair and the one next to it. But she doesn't say anything. She is a gracious host. Instead she walks over and sits on the bench. SHe has to lift herself up on her tippy-peds first before she can fall back onto it, but at least there is plenty of room for her and her tires. Swivel wiggles her way back, feet not longer touching the ground. "Still... I'm not sure if I'm really the one to be snoopin' around. I wouldn't know wot to look for and it's not loik I've got any hackin' skills. I'm better off scoutin' tunnels or checking out weird weirdings in the wastelands."

Hot Rod has posed:
"Look, how're you ever gonna get good unless you start doing things that are.. well, harder? Stuff you're not actually supposed to be doing?" He shakes his helm at her. "You want to be more like me? Remember. Resilient, persistent, and lucky. And..! No getting cold foot servos. Grow some struts. If you don't like listening to Prowl, then stop trying always do exactly what he wants you to do."

A pause. "Hey, you actually never gave me a tour of this place." No, he's never been here and explored every inch of this place himself.

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel places her hands primly on her lap. Which might look the picture of a lady if she wasn't still covered in grime. "Prowl's not the reason I want to follow the rules. It's because I don't want previous violations to bite me in the aft later down the road." And here is where Swivel and Hot Rod think very differently. Swivel has forethought. Hot Rod... well... doesn't.

Swivel glances around. "There... isn't really much to see. Up there's the loft which 'as a sleepin' berth," Swivel says, pointing out a ladder. "And be'ind you is where I keep refreshment. But I don't 'ave any roight now." Swivel nods to him. "Otherwise there's the garage which... mostly stays empty and unused and the water closet. But there's not a lot of water... so the pump usually takes a lotta primin' ta get working." Manual pumps in this day and age? "If it will work at all."

"But anyway... I still don't think it's a good idea to raid an office. Even if we don't get caught 'ow would we explain the evidence that we did find without coppin' to it?"

Hot Rod has posed:
"No. Cold. Servos," Hot Rod once again reiterates. "Look, why did you even bother to ask about how I manage to not get in trouble in the first place?" He says, looking exasperated. "You don't want to raid his office, okay, so what are your other bright ideas?"

Even though she says she doesn't have refreshments, Hot Rod just /has/ to look himself. He walks over to the storage box, and flips it open.

"..."

"Uh, Swivel, anyone else come here besides you?"

Swivel has posed:
    "Roight. Persistent, resilient, lucky, and 'ot peds." Swivel shakes her head. "I asked because I was curious." Swivel tilts her head.

Swivel glances over to Hot Rod when he starts going through her stuff. Of course he is. But she doesn't say anything. "Well a few toims the place 'as been broken into. You wouldn't know anythin' about that, would you?" Swivel smiles just a tad bit too sweetly. But still... then something doesn't seem quite right. "....Why... do you ask?"

Hot Rod has posed:
Hot Rod reaches into the storage and box and pulls out something small. "..."

He then hands it to her - it's a data drive, with a Decepticon insignia emblazoned onto it. And it has the same scribbly writing that's in a language neither Hot Rod or Swivel will understand. "You know anyone who might leave you something like this?"

Swivel has posed:
Swivel stands up, taking the data drive from Hot Rod, keenly interested. Seeing the Decepticon isnignia almost makes her wonder if it's from Blast Off. He DOES know about the building here. But... then she sees the strange scribbles. It takes her a moment, but then she remembers the mysterious package hyperdrive got. "Just a moment, I'm not sure... uh... let me call 'Yperdroive. I think 'e got somethin' loik this. I'll tell 'im to bring it over immediately.... er.... assumin' 'e is not bein' tied up in Medibay anymore."

Almost immediately, Swivel attempts to send a message to Hyperdrive. <<"'Ey! 'Yperdroive! Remember that weird Package ya got at the Mac's with the weird symbols? I need ya ta bring it to my place in Nyon as soon as possible.">> Swivel pauses. Wait. She suddenly can't remember if Hyperdrive had ever been to the lone building before. <<"Er, I'll forward you some coordinates.">>

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive does come. Though he's been rather quiet apparently the Medics really did make a point to limit his comsystem as well as keeping him out while they were working on restructuring his face. Scavenger apparently had a decent punch when he's wailing on a smaller mech. His optics dart around a bit wary when he transforms after arriving near the coordinates of Nyon. Hyperdrive's visor is down as well as a bit of bracing around his face. It looks like he's still on the mend though now it's just waiting for repairs to set in.

Hot Rod has posed:
"..." Hot Rod watches Swivel's expression and reaction carefully, and frowns when she mentions that Hyperdrive has one similar to it.

Not too long after, Hyperdrive shows up. "Okay, so this is definitely weird. It must be from the same person?" he asks the two of them. He studies the data stick, shaking his helm. "I mean, what do you think? It looks like Cybertronian but I can't read it."

Swivel has posed:
"I don't know from the same person or just the same source... but yeah... weird." Swivel had been looking over the dataclip and running some scans on it, within in her limited capacity. She does better scanning over large areas for the presence of things, not so much analyzing a small object to minute detail. Still. It's something to do while waiting for Hyperdrive.

Speaking of waiting for Hyperdrive, Swivel heads out to the entrance of the building, opening the door to watch for him. When she sees him arrive, still looking worse for wear, she waves him in. "Come in, come in. Did you bring it?"

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive looks relieved when he spies Swivel and follows her in. He pulls out a package and from that pulls out the original package with the item still inside. He hands it over to Swivel. He looks over when he realizes Hot Rod is here too. He gives a quick mock salute before glancing back over at Swivel. It takes a moment but he fiddles with something and instead of talking normally, his voice comes from the coms that he'd use while in vehicle mode. <<Sorry, not supposed ta talk if I can help it....medics said that I was THIS close ta needin a face plate with the amount of damage that was done ta my face. What happened that ya wanted ta see this? Did you find somethin out?>>

Hot Rod has posed:
Swivel's scanning won't tell her too much about it. She would probably glean that there's a short video clip on it, that they'd need a screen in order to view.

Hot Rod ignores the mock salute and holds the data stick out to Hyperdrive, revealing the side with the Decepticon insignia and funny writing that matches the language the metal pad Hyperdrive has. "<<Does this look familiar?>>" He motions for Hyperdrive to hand him the package he's brought. "<<Well, at least you'd look more like Optimus?>>"

Swivel has posed:
Swivel squints at Hyperdrive as he explains that he can't talk, but then nods. "That's 'arsh. If I'd 'ave known you were still in such bad shape we coulda come to you." Swivel says, looking a concerned. She fidgets and looks over at the package, then over at the dataclip. "Did you ever find out 'oo sent this to you? This..." She gestures to the dataclip Hot Rod is holding out, "...just found its way into my 'ome. Mysteriously."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive shakes his head and then winces. <<Nope...was too busy playing with Scavenger...I still won at least. And Prime can pull off that facemask bit. It's really hard ta look cute and innocent when you can't make the bottom lip quiver>> He looks at the dataclip and then at the piece he was given. <<yeah that looks the similar. Whatyagot fer security here?>>

Hot Rod has posed:
"Slag, you don't need that," Hot Rod scoffs, waving a hand dismissively at Hyperdrive.

Then he places a hand on his helm, shaking his helm. "Unfortunately, I don't think that Swivel has any kind of security here." He pauses. He picks up the data pad Hyperdrive brought and studies it. "Damn... Swivel what do you make of either of these? Hyperdrive?"

Swivel has posed:
Swivel shakes her head, smiling at Hyperdrive's remark on cuteness and lip quivering. And then when he asks about security she shakes her head. "Minimal. This place is built to last on as little energy as possible, and I 'ent one good for settin' mechanical traps. I'd be too worried about setting them off myself."

Swivel gets out a mini console and walks over to the table in front of the bench, setting it down. "Well let's see if that clip is even compatible. I'd loik to know wot's on there." If it's a virus, she isn't too worried. There's nothing on her drive that she's be upset about losing. "And I'm not sure wot to make. 'Yperdroive 'ad this theory that it moight got somethin' ta do with Phantom."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive looks at the two items for a few moments. <<Ummm any chance they go together?>> He moves a little closer but doens't want to block HOt Rod's view. Looking to Hot Rod he ads, <<I couldn't figure who else would have left me something at that bar that I knew. ANy bot would have left it at the base or somewhere around there.>>

Hot Rod has posed:
Hot Rod 's brow ridges furrow. "Phantom?"

"...okay, whatever's on there, we need to see it - because he must have left this for you guys shortly before he died." He finally sits down the bench that's meant for mechs his size. He boosts his chin on his hands. "Yeah maybe they go together. But damn, I wish we could translate this..."

Swivel has posed:
Swivel looks at the datapad, then the dataclip. "Well.. uh... yeah... that's a bit obvious... isn't it?" Swivel rubs the back of her helmet. "I just figured maybe the interface on the datapad moight also be in that language. But let's try that first. If we can't figure out 'ow to even operate it... then we'll try pluggin' in to my console." Swivel takes the dataclip and the datapad, looks at them uneasily, hesitates, then tries to see if the clip will even go into the pad.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive grins a little and looks at the two items. <<well..if I wanted to get a message or something to certain people...giving a piece of it to each of those people would be a good way to do it. If it IS from someone who knows us, then it would make sense to send it to me and you since I'd give anything I'd found ta you and usually the same back. Fer security reasons, it probably won't want ta interface with yer computer...at least if I was tryin to send somethin. But we still don't know who this is from. He looks at the strange language and tries manipulating the script internally. <<Hey Red alert, I tried plugging this weird device into the main computers of the base but I can't seem to understand the language. Any suggestions? lol...Wonder if his little sensor horns would explode if I did that.>>

Hot Rod has posed:
It doesn't, but the Swivel will have much better luck with putting the data clip into her mini console.

Hot Rod shakes his helm. "No," he says to Hyperdrive, "I have a feeling this was very intentionally left behind. Why, I'm not sure. But who knows, maybe it contains something that will incriminate Prowl." A pause. "I guess I should address the cyber elephant in the room. What did you two know about Phantom?"

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel eyes Hyperdrive when he jokes about poking at Red Alert. Swivel slips the clip into her console. "Don't worry there's nothin' sensitive on 'ere. And it ain't connected to anything else. I just use it fer short term storage, conversion, and renderin'." Swivel gives a small shrug.

And then Hot Rod asks what she knows about Phantom. What does she really know about him, as oppose to just... supposed about him? Swivel takes a moment to think. "I know 'e is probably not from around 'ere, despite lookin' Cybertronian. 'I know I talk strange, but.... 'e 'ad a certain way of orderin' 'is words. Other strange ideas or nuances about things that seemed kinda alien." Like his attitude towards kissing. But Swivel won't get into that. "'E seemed to be able to access that other Cybertron, though 'e didn't always seem fully aware 'e was doin' it. Maybe that was just the gas, though. 'E could sometimes become less solid. Oh. And 'e REALLY 'ad a 'ard toim keepin' 'is 'ands to 'imself."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive shrugs a little, <<He tried befriendin me at the bar the one day that I was feelin pretty down...gave me a stolen cred chip to buy drinks with. Then later asked for it back. He helped me save the two of you when you guys were in the other place when Prowl ordered me not to go. He was just gonna save me since but he helped me drag yas out when I begged him to. Overall he seemed pretty cool ta me but I'm also not a femme and I'm not very confrontational.>>

Hot Rod has posed:
At first, there's just static. Then the video clip plays. It's security footage of some kind - showing Quantum talking to someone who looks to be off frame but nearby. "It's because you're not from here," Quantum says. And then that's it. The footage loops, starting over, playing the short clip over and over again.

Hot Rod stares at the console. "Well, I guess that pretty much confirms your theory," he says to Swivel. Then he frowns. "Okay, so, he was... cool..? Not? I'm getting sort of mixed signals from you two. Did you like him, Swivel?"

Swivel has posed:
Swivel looks at Hyperdrive. "Acceptin' stolen gifts from stranger isn't..." Oh nevermind. Now isn't the time to teach Hyperdrive a life lesson. Besides. She's distracted by the clip anyway. She curls in her lips at the sight of Quantum. She squints, watching the clip loop a few times, but can't seem to get much more from it. She's still puzzling over its significance when Hot Rod begins talking. And at the question asked, Swivel just shrugs. "Sure. I loiked 'im foin when 'e wasn't draggin' me into nightmarish alternate universes."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive tries to grin a little and winces, <<well...not like I knew precisely that it was stolen at the time. And I think it was a stolen Decepticon chip anyway. WHo is that guy? And where is the video from? And does it have a timestamp. >> See, he's trying to think and be useful.

Hot Rod has posed:
"...okay, then," Hot Rod says, still looking slightly puzzled.

But when Hyperdrive mentions a timestamp, Hot Rod nods in affirmation. "Genius," he says, "you're right." He leans closer to the console, looking for some indication of when it was recorded. "I'm guessing it's older - pretty sure that guy died before the Simanzi massacre happened." He taps the screen, having found faded numbers and letters which indicate the date and running time down at the bottom right hand corner of the screen. Hot Rod's right - it looks like the recording had been made quite some time ago.

He sighs and steps back. "I don't know. We really need to find someone who can translate this." He picks up the metal pad Hyperdrive had been given and gives it another once over.

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel rubs the back of her helmet. She's not sure how liking Phantom or him being cool really has any baring on the mystery. At the mention of a timestamp, Swivel pretty much lets Hot Rod fiddle and find the answers. "Well I dunno 'oo would 'ave the smarts to translate this." Swivel shakes her head. "But maybe I kin poke around some of the archives and see if I kin find somethin' similar to these writings."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive isn't sure what else he can do to help the search. INstead he starts looking around the room and working on that curiousity thing. He's also thinking but he's still not sure what he can say to help.

Hot Rod has posed:
"I'm thinking we should probably take this to forensics, but we'd need a guy who will do this under the radar. Honestly, these little knick knacks look like they spell out trouble in all caps," he tells Swivel.

He turns to Hyperdrive. "Hey. We're gonna head back to base to see if we can figure out more. Oh, and in other news, we're probably going to raid Prowl's office, like, soonish? You in or out?"

Swivel has posed:
    Oh no. OH NO! That horrible raiding Prowl's office thing has returned. Swivel had almost hoped Hot Rod might have forgotten that idea with the introduction of these mysterious objects. "Er..." Swivel then just shakes her head. Persistent, resilient, and lucky. She can get through this without getting in trouble, right? On the other hand, SHE would always know that she was breaking rules. "Er, you know wot, the two of you would certainly work better on somethin' loik that. Let me focus on findin' forensics to analyze this under the radar!" Even suggesting this weighs heavy on her fuel tanks, as it just seems as though she's conveniently turning a blind optic when things benefit her.

But do they really?

Fretful and still unsure about any of this Swivel glances to the door. "At any rate you go on a'ead to base and... uh... plan that out. I've got some things ta do around 'ere."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive's optics brighten, <<Sure I'll come with. I need to feed the glitchmice in Prowl's office anyway.>> He looks ready to go but then Swivel doesn't seem to be following along. <<Yer not comin back to base? Are ya stayin here the night or? The cons are a bit on the grouchy side and I hate leavin ya out here alone.>> He turns and looks at Hot Rod to see what he thinks. Of course looking back and forth between the pair makes him wince since he's moving his face too much.

Hot Rod has posed:
"Glitchmice?? Since when were those hanging out in his office, and does he know..?" Hot Rod asks on his way out. As soon as they're out, he transforms. "Well, if she isn't back in a couple cycles, I'm definitely coming back out here to drag her aft to base," he says to Hyperdrive. "You hear that Swivel?" he yells back at the tiny fembot.

Before they split for the Decagon, Hot Rod says to Hyperdrive, "Hey.. uh. I .. know I missed your graduation speech. But -- I'm sure it was great. You did good, kid. You should be proud." And then he speeds off. Guess the turbo revving young punk isn't too great at owning up to his mistakes.

Swivel has posed:
Swivel looks over at Hyperdrive. "I know the recent foightin' at TEsarus moight push 'cons this way... but I'm not worried. I know this place better then 'em and kin get away if necessary. You go on a'ead."