Orbital's mind was racing. -- Cybertronian Council

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Date Posted: 03:29:41 01/18/03 Sat
Author: Orbital of the Council
Subject: Orbital's mind was racing.

He kept turning recent events over and over in his mind, wondering how things could possibly have elevated from worse to worst so quickly. It didn't seem possible.

He shook his thoughts from his head as he sat down at the computer. Behind him, Perceptor was cursing under his breath. It had been far too long, and the transporter still couldn't bring...whoever had survived home. His eyes fell. Those were thoughts he couldn't think of right now. He had a task.

He brought up a list of every available Operative on the screen. He considered a voice message, but given his current state of mind, decided on a text message instead.

Attention All Available Operatives:

You have all served the Council well in the past, for the short time you've been with us. Many of you are currently on assignments, and for that we thank you. But your services...all your services...are desperately needed elsewhere. Cybertron is under attack. If able and willing, please come back. Come back home. While you still have one.

-Orbital

With a depressed sigh, he sent the message, and buried his metallic face in his hands.

How many of those who come will make it out of this mess alive, I wonder? What are we dragging them into?

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- Eavesdropping. -- Nightshade, 04:13:43 01/18/03 Sat
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