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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Vendetta" data-source="post: 1790382" data-attributes="member: 14961">"Just one more twist and.... there." Says Ratchet to himself as he makes a final adjustment to Brawn's Positronic Reception Modulator and closes the access panel, which activates a transformation that naturally secures the vulnerable area.  Brawn sits up, rubbing his head."How long have I been out, Doc?" The smaller sized transformer with unbelieveable strength says."Not much less than the rest of us, Brawn." Ratchet begins as he tells the Autobot of the recent happenings.----------------------------------------------------------------------------Stickshift sits at the primary interface device for Teletran 1, monitoring various human transmissions.  He notes that humans have an obsession with entertainment features.  At first, he was amazed by the seemingly limitless and oddly arranged "historical recordings" that didn't even begin to make sense in any kind of format... but after crossreferencing the information with his newly uploaded database, he was able to determine which transmissions were purely for entertainment.  He'd also discovered something quite interesting... music.  Oddly melodic rythems and notes played together in specific patterns to produce a wave of sound that was sometimes pleasing to the audio receptors... though, some of the things that passed for "music" he had to wonder about.  A light flashed on the touch panel of the great computer.  Data streamed across the screen.  Apparently, Wheeljax had programmed Teletran 1 to search for key words in human transmissions... and apparently had already filtered the human entertainment transmission... like "Giant Robot".  A transmission had been made that brought up a redflag.  Stickshift read the transmission.Stickshift: [SPOILER]You read the transmission data and discover that starting a few years back, a group of strange fables or tall tales sprung up out of the western Brazil area about gigantic insects.  The validity of such reports is often questioned and blown off by the human population.  Today on a news report, a small leer jet crashed, apparently from some kind of attack originating from the ground in the Andes Mountains.  A rescue team was dispatched.  When the rescue helecopter came under attack, this message was recorded.  "kkkrrkkzzzkkk...day, Mayday.  This is chopper alpha one niner.  kkkkkkrrrrkkkchhchchc... some kind of giant robot grasshopper AAAAAAAGGGHHH! *Loud crashing sounds* MAYDAY MAYDAY WE'RE GOING DOWN!!!"This disturbing message is made that much more suspicious when you remember that the Andes Mountains is where the deposit of Diamonds that you were going to mine was located.[/SPOILER] ----------------------------------------------------------------------------As Bushido goes through is weapons drills a familiar voice shakes him from his training."Hey Bushido, old friend.  Long time, no see." Brawn chuckles at the strange human phrase as he walks up to the Autobot Energon Sword.</blockquote>

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