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[wherenobotsgone]

WHO: Invisible!Skyfire and YOU
WHERE: The junk pile
WHEN: After the Pillar expedition
WHAT: Skyfire came back in one piece, but invisible. And now he's trying to fix that.


It was a long shot, Skyfire was quite aware of that. But it was the only more or less decent idea he had. Nobody could see him, nobody could hear him, and that made getting help from someone else quite difficult. He had considered making a text post to the network, of course. And then he realized that even if someone offered to help, there wasn't much they could do at all, in his situation.

So here he was now, digging through the junk pile and trying to find something remotely useful. Or at least something that sparked a better idea.

It didn't even occur to him that he was making it look like all kind of things were moving on their own and floating around.

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[angleofscience]

Jetfire, in turn, was only half trying to fix (or even just figure it out) his situation as half just trying to get... anywhere, since he tended to continually sort of skip a few feet forwards or sidesways often enough it was thoroughly distracting.

At least he kept sort of going in one direction, but it made flying impossible.

Hence, he was walking while trying to figure out the finer points of whatever had happened to him, to have a basis for when he could properly research...

Wait.

Jetfire stopped and stared as a few pieces of junk floated up in the air and were moved aside a short distance away. Natural phenomenon of localised magnetising? No, the movements were much too precise for something natural and accidental.

"... I know we don't have a Mirage present, so who may you be?" And what were they using to render themselves invisible, anyway?

[deadlydoctor]

[ooc: Do you mind if this is before Knock Out's post where Cliff lets him unconscious and drags him to the medbay?. Just so it makes sense, time line wise.]

[Knock Out was trying to get back to Solus temple. He wanted nothing more than to get a bath of hot oil to clean his finish, fix the scratches all those damn wolves put on his precious paintjob and find a way to stop his massive headache.

A sound caught his attention and the looked around the junkpile. His grip on the sword tightened as he wondered if one of those robot wolves escaped the Pillar's destruction.]