[Time: Friday, afternoon}

*growls when Breakdown returns with the solvent* Good. Now get this fraggin' stuff off me!

*unable to transform or even open his trailer, Motormaster is pretty much stuck in vehicle mode with a full load of engeron until someone cleans him off* I fraggin' swear, next time I see that little striped Auto-freak, I'm gonna turn him into a pothole!

[Time: Thursday, early morning]

*stalks down a corridor, following the ping from Breakdown's locator* Breakdown!

*pounds his fist against the door control far harder than he needed to* Breakdown, get yer sorry aft out here! What the frag is yer malfuntion now?

[Time: Monday, late afternoon]

*Motormaster storms back into base, stomping directly for the repair bay, muttering to himself* Fraggin' Autobots, shoving their faces in where they ain't wanted. *His back hurt from Skyfire's parting shot, the blast had actually been powerful enough to overload his forcefields and tear up his back. His wheels he wasn't too worried about; replacing them was simple enough that he could do it himself.*

*He'd found out one thing from the encounter, though... Something was up with Prime.*

*raises his voice as he steps into the repair bay* Hook! Get yer aft out here!

[Time: Monday, midday]

BREAKDOWN! *Motormaster ignored his radio in favor of bellowing for his wayward subordinates.* DEAD END! Get yer afts out here!

*He'd been cooped up in this underwater pit trap too long, it was time to get out and feel some freeway under his tires*

[Time: Saturday, late afternoon}

*Motormaster stalks up the hallway, growling to himself* *comm* Breakdown! If you're holed up in some closet, I fraggin' swear I'm going to rip your axle out and use it as a wall decoration!

*Getting no answer, and finding Breakdown's quarters and usual hiding spots empty, Motormaster frowns in puzzlement. Having the scout disappear for a day or so wasn't unusual, and he'd half expected Breakdown to not show up for the combat drills, but normally he could at least get a squeak over the comm system.*

What the frag...?

*A quick detour and a check of the security feeds Thursday night finds Breakdown happily following Vortex down to the interrogation room.* Stupid fragging idiot!

*storms off towards Vortex's workroom*

[Time: Thursday, late night/early Friday morning]


*Finally leaves the 'party' after Soundwave helps Megatron towards his quarters, picking up a cube and deliberately ignoring Onslaught as he stalks out*

*heads back to his quarters, keying in the doorcode and stepping inside*

[Time: very early Tuesday morning]

*sporting their new paintjobs, the Stunticons made decent time across the country, arriving in the outskirts of Washington, DC in the early hours of morning, dispite  a few small incidents on the way there. The point had been to gain the humans' attention, but there was only so much pointing and squealing children Motormaster could stand. Most of the being crowded by children and gawking humans had stopped when Motormaster lost patience at a traffic light, rougly bulldozing the cars in front of him out of the way and running over a bicycle whose rider barely managed to get out of the way. The incident quickly made both television and radio news, and the crowds thinned miraculously after that, news spreading along their route ahead of them.*

*Once in DC, Motormaster found a disused warehouse, and let himself in... by driving through the back wall.*

*growls at  "Jazz" and "Sunstreaker."* Get in here. We can get some recharge b'fore we gotta put in a nice PR appearance.

[time: Monday, early morning]

*comm* Stunticons, report to the docking tower. We got ourselves a mission.

*growls to himself* Some fragging mission. 'Go observe the Autobots.' Yeah, I'll observe them. Observe them gettin' flattened. Then we'll see about Lord Starscream and his orders...

((ooc: *gives the comm a poke*))

Current Mood: angry

[Saturday, late evening]

*Leaving his team sprawled across the floor of his quarters recovering, Motormaster stalks into the rec room and grabs himself a cube. He wasn't a patient mech by nature, and pacing his quarters was only making an already irritable Motormaster furious. He'd choked down the urge to kick Breakdown again, knowing that if he started, he wouldn't be able to stop.*

*Settles down to glare at his energon, thinking.*

Feh. *opens a private comm* Soundwave. What is goin' on out there? Do you have a plan?

Current Mood: furious

[Time: Saturday, mid-morning]

*Growling to himself, Motormaster stalks back down the hallway, furious at Starscream for being a traitorous bastard, Soundwave for being a cowardly bastard, and at Megatron for being stupid enough to get himself caught.*

*catches sight of a familiar foot, and grabs Wildrider by his leg, hauling him out of the empty storeroom and into the air.* Wildrider! Where the frag have you been?!

Current Mood: enraged

*stomping up the hall, on the lookout for his drugged and tripping team, medical drone and Hook's "medicine" in tow*

*finds Dead End where he'd left him, but no Breakdown*

*growls* I'm gonna bash his head inta another wall... 

*hears Breakdown shriek, and storms off in that direction*

*having stopped by the Stunticons' quarters and found a suspicious lack of Stunticons, Motormaster stalks up the hallway, looking for his wayward team*

 *comm, on the Stunticon's gestalt frequency* I swear, if you little fraggers have gone and gotten yourself overcharged, I'm going to turn all of you into slag.

Current Mood: grumpy

*having finished the offload of the high-grade, Motormaster stomps into the control room to get an update on the Starscream situation*

 *demanding* Soundwave! Where's that little winged slagger, and what the frag happened? Where's Megatron?

[Friday, morning]

*Motormaster stomps back towards the docking tower, datapad in hand*

*comms* Stunticons! Report to the docking tower!  We have work to do...

An' Nightbird, get yer scrawny little aft up here, before I come haul it out by force!

[Time: Friday, early morning]

*Charges down the highway, clipping a greyhound bus and sending it skidding into a ditch, before rolling over a small compact without slowing. He was in a rare good mood, his mission successfully completed*

*Turns off the road at the coastline, taking off and heading for base*

Motormaster incoming. Raise the docking tower!

Current Mood: violently happy