"Awright....what the SHOCK was that?!" -- SBR: Nova*Beacon

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Date Posted: 22:16:08 08/10/02 Sat
Author: Ebonhawk
Subject: "Awright....what the SHOCK was that?!"

The communications officer flailed about as the Decepticon gripped the back of his shirt between his thumb and forefinger, his legs dangling above his chair. Ebonhawk instantly realized his mistake; this human wasn't armored the way Mercado was, and was deathly and justifiably afraid of being crushed. The starseeker dropped him back into his seat.

Mercado. So much time had passed since their last terse conversation, and his concern for his partner was growing. He had wandered away from FawnDoo and Darkstar, missing the latter's hushed and dire proclamation. It was a futile hope that Mercado would radio the Beacon before him, or word of his whereabouts would come in, but he had to check. Instead he overheard a more disturbing message.

"Look pal, I'm sorry I roughed ya up....but shockin' sounds like some folks I know need help!"

"I-I don't know..." stammered the comm-officer, "It kind of sounded like a joke or a crank transmission....what the heck is a 'Spaceman Bill?'"

"Shocking someone who just might be the reason you survived when the SP Boardhopper blew, ya shocking moron!"

Ebonhawk frowned--hyperbole wasn't his style, and he didn't know the extent of Spaceman Bill's involvement on the SP Boardhopper, having had his own problems with the WR@ in the holorooms at the time. But when he met Aerodrone Pete on Arrakis and saw the ship Howitzer had given the duo for their efforts.....coupled with the rudimentary knowledge that Bill was among the SPB survivors, it was a safe deduction. Shock, he and Merc had fought beside Howitzer against WR@NA more or less, and they didn't get a ship.

"Look, yer boys in operations'll decide if its a joke or not....and whether to dispatch this behemoth ship or more likely a smaller one if they ain't too busy.

Me, I don't need the shocking editorial. Just replay the shocking message!"

Nervously, the officer complied:

Incoming message from unknown coordinates

"Spaceman Bill is DEAD..
His crew Aerodrone Pete and Cyclodrone Carl are also no more. Primary Lennon Hologram codename: John offline and unaccounted for. Secondary Hologram codename: Y.O.K.O. transmitting on general frequencies to any vessels within range.
The Lennon is trapped on an asteroid, coordinates unknown. Attempts to breach a protective force field comprised seemingly of portals results in redirection back within the field. Uncertain what the situation is within the only structure on this asteroid, but it seems to be populated by robot.....monkies. The Ork pilot Bloodmoon is still alive. One of the passengers, an Andalite, also lives. The crew is gone.

Send help if you are able. Be warned that the nature of this "portalfield" may make rescue somewhat of a risk. Despite the lives of the survivors and the imperative to return this vessel, this program understands that such a risk may not make rescue a logical action. If such a decision is reached, please ensure that the family and friends of those lost are told of what happened, to give them some kind of closure.

Thank you. Y.O.K.O. out."

Ebonhawk muttered a thank-you and stumbled back toward FawnDoo and Darkstar, his thoughts heavy.
"Shock....the Aerodrone shocking bought it? No way....an' it sounds like he finally found his friends after the Lennon helped save the NOVA*B....how can that shocking fool over there think it's a joke? Sure that crew was always clowning, and the ones I met grated my nerves a bit back on Arrakis, but they got me an' Merc off'a that backwards desert, got us to FawnDoo and the Beacon, SHOCK, helped save this thing! Then they up and disappear, and now this?

Ain't right....ain't shockin' right....Alpha Trion.....Weasel.....Pete....Sinker....why do all these decent sorts keep dying or dissappearing while a shocking waste like me who can't even protect his own partner keeps going?

Sometimes I feel like the SPUniverse got turned inside out, and I lived past where I was s'posed ta....ta....

Whereever ya are Merc', come back soon....I think I'm gonna lose my mind without yer gibberish way of putting things back inta perspective...

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