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Below are the 11 most recent journal entries recorded in Decepticon Scourge's LiveJournal:

    Thursday, September 7th, 2006
    2:02 pm
    Void saga (hopefully) finale!
    [From Cyclonus's journal here.]

    *on the bridge of the Dis, absent-mindedly with an arm around Dreadboots to reassure her* *one optic and audial monitoring the copilot's station, but mostly just watching Galvatron, watching the console lights throw shadows across his proud, fiercely set features, watching those strong fingers move with caressing sureness over throttle and rudder controls, the dart of crimson optics from readouts to gauges to viewscreens and back again* *Galvatron is good, and he knows he's good, and he isn't giving this mission anything less than all he has, and it's more than worth watching...*

    /...*kzzk*.../

    *jumps and turns to the comm array* Say again? Who is that?

    /Repeat: ...*kzzk*... is Cyclonus... *kzzk*... Dis... ody...?/

    *yelps out loud* *frantic fiddling with the gain and the boosters* Cyclonus? Scourge here, where are you? *turns to Galvatron* Mighty Galvatron, listen! It's Cyclonus!

    *optics brighten, brow ridges draw together* *flexes claws, looking suddenly a lot braver and a lot more dangerous than he did a minute ago*
    Thursday, August 10th, 2006
    10:29 am
    Seems like there's no such thing as a break around here!
    *Following recent events, Scourge has retrieved his line commander and closest friend, who is still recovering from a hangover, a fit of jealousy and an unfairly long time spent dealing with other people's lack of tact, and it's amazing what you can get away with in high orbit when nobody is monitoring - after all, who watches the watchman?*

    Cut for brief slash! )

    *...which is the exact moment at which one of them gets hailed on the radio, because the universe is unjust like that.*

    *Scourge blinks, gasping, shaking his head, thrown completely off (especially in the context!) by the sound of Galvatron's voice in his head* /A-wha? Mighty Galvatron, what's, er, what's going on?/
    Tuesday, May 2nd, 2006
    1:04 am
    [Tidying-up post]
    *Scourge sits down at the console, the corners of a smile just showing under his moustaches. In front of him, one screen shows this scene going on somewhere in a room on Charr selected for its safety.*

    *edits today's datatrack file*

    "'Boots and the Prime are now safely out of the way and should be all right until someone works out how to turn them back into their proper selves. What I can't work out is where Cyclonus and Galvatron have gone - haven't had any communications from them in days.

    "Still, they're both big enough to look after themselves..."

    Over and out,
    ~Scourge~

    Current Mood: relaxed
    Current Music: Rath listening to Deathstars
    Wednesday, April 12th, 2006
    3:59 pm
    *worried*
    *stares at the monitors* *taps claws*

    *gets up, paces*

    *looks like someone whose pride is trying to keep him silent even though he really, really ought to say something*

    Has anyone seen my apprentice?
    Thursday, March 30th, 2006
    9:14 am
    *alone in the monitor room on Charr, Scourge drops his head to the console and wraps his claws over it, wings pulled in tight around himself* *a couple of Sweeps are huddled nervously in the background, looking even more worried than their leader*

    *one screen is frozen on a still of this scene, a second on this, and a third has a screencap of Galvatron - not doing anything in particular, just caught glancing up at the camera with a casual half-smile on his lips. This last appears to be there solely for completism's sake*

    *quietly but very, very sincerely* Ohnoohnoohnoohno...

    *Scourge thinks for a long moment, then straightens up and activates the long-range comm unit*

    //Dreadboots? Where are you?//
    Tuesday, November 22nd, 2005
    2:20 pm
    I don't like this.
    *in the monitor room of the battleship Dis, stares at a screen and frowns* *taps claws a few times thoughtfully as though wanting to say something, but seems to be oddly tongue-tied*

    *blinks, straightens up a little and arches wings, pulling myself together*

    Status... status report. *pauses* Bah, nothing to report. Galvatron's locked on the bridge and isn't telling anyone anything. Cyclonus is worrying himself into a malfunction acting even more grim and silent than usual. The others who are with us are keeping their heads well down.

    Can't say I blame them...

    Galvatron didn't tell us anything when we left Charr. Just his usual "follow me, bring a big gun" routine. But he's acting... well, that's the problem, he's not acting crazy. If he was just out to shoot up the universe and all adjacent dimensions, I wouldn't be worried. But he's not, he's doing the... other thing.

    *looks over shoulder briefly*

    People say Galvatron's mad, and sometimes he is. But he scares me more when he's being sane and it's not the same kind of sane as everyone else's.

    *hesitates for a very long moment*

    And you know what else scares me? I don't know where we are. *shudders* He's using the Dis's scramblers to jam my long-range and astronav. Cyclonus hasn't said anything but I know he's got the same problem.

    I don't know what it is we've done, but I don't think our beloved commander trusts us any more...


    *curls up slightly, wings drawn in to protect myself* *glances from one side to the other of the silent room, face set in an expression of something almost too bleak to be called resignation*

    I don't like this.

    Over and out,
    ~Scourge~

    Current Mood: worried
    Thursday, May 19th, 2005
    2:01 am
    *O_O*
    *is watching Earth for something to do, and catches sight of something very interesting*

    Oh-oh...!

    *stares, wings quivering* *energy sense radiating a mixture of shock, admiration, trepidation and jealousy* Of all the...!

    *trails off* *mutters to self* It's fine. Galvatron knows what he's doing. It's fine.

    ...right?

    *looks up at the small wallchart that appears to have been painted straight onto the panelling of the room, in what looks like leftover space-camo paint*

    Decepticon Army Survival Guidelines )

    *refers to Rule One* *thinks for a moment and then refers to Rule Two as well* *refers back to Rule One*

    ...right. *worried look*

    *awkward pause, optics still glued to the screens* *could say a great many things but isn't sure I want any of them voiced out loud*

    *changes the subject*

    While I'm here, my apprentice has been interrogating me again:

    Questions )

    Over and out,
    ~Scourge~

    Current Mood: stunned
    Friday, April 29th, 2005
    3:14 am
    It's not my day, it's really not.
    *is not in the monitor room, but posting over the radio link from a nice, safe, uninhabited corner of Charr where nobody is likely to find me*

    SO very not my day. *sighs* Galvatron's making peace with the left hand and dealing out plasma bolts with the right, 'Boots is getting herself into the kind of trouble that makes me almost feel bad about yelling at her for it, and Dreadluna's got a livejournal. Not to mention that [info]seiberwing suggested that Dreadluna and I ought to be... nope, can't even think it, much less type it. *shudders* Suffice to say I'd nail her wings to a wall before I'd nail her, if you take my meaning.

    And I haven't seen Cyclonus in hours, and that's a bad sign. He's either seen something that traumatised him, or he's furious and being all grim and silent about it, and I don't like that either way. Because whichever it is, guess who's going to get caught in the crossfire...

    *wraps wings around self, shivering slightly*

    I need something else to think about. Luckily, Dreadboots left me these:

    Questions. )

    Over and out,
    ~Scourge~

    Current Mood: terrified
    Monday, April 18th, 2005
    1:39 pm
    Things you find on the internet, part one of... probably quite a few.
    To amuse certain of my readership and annoy [info]giri_guy *coughpsychologicalwarfarecough*:

    (All of the following from a peculiar website called They Might Be Giant Robots.)

    Apparently even Autobots can't trust anybody.

    As far as I'm concerned there is nothing about this that isn't funny.

    Look at the bottom of the picture. (I'm not sure we shouldn't all be offended by that!)

    Oh, and, anyone who finds this attractive is more twisted than me. *stares incredulously*

    Over and out,
    ~Scourge~
    Monday, April 11th, 2005
    4:26 pm
    Notes to self; plus a meme.
    ***begin datatrack transcript***

    Things I would probably never have found out if not for Livejournal:

    - Really a lot of people seem to like [info]chaos_gunner. This is complete news to me. [*ahem* Not that I'm anything other than a loyal follower myself of course, Mighty Galvatron, if you're reading this...]

    - [info]giri_guy is more vulnerable to embarrassment than to any known form of conventional armament.

    - Humans are capable of depths of depravity that would make a Quintesson blush. In quintuplicate.

    ***end datatrack transcript***


    And while I'm here, [info]navigatorsghost recommended I try this thing called the Five Questions Meme. She says it would suit me down to the ground, which is a turn of phrase that only a non-flyer could come up with but hey, I know what she means. It's certainly simple enough - I tell all of you to comment here if you want to be asked questions, I'll ask all commenters five questions, and then you answer the questions in your own LJ with a comment inviting people to ask you for questions. And so on and so forth.

    Personally I'm surprised anyone would volunteer for something like that, but Rath assures me it's popular - so feel free to go on and prove her right...

    Over and out,
    ~Scourge~
    Monday, April 4th, 2005
    4:19 pm
    Right, they'll never find me here...
    ...or at least, by the time they do, it'll be too late. Muhahaha! (Aaaand stop with the evil laugh, Scourge, before you start sounding like Galvatron. Er, notthatthat'sabadthingofcourse. Ahem.)

    Anyway... This craze for Transformers keeping journals on human systems is getting ridiculous. But what better way to monitor it than by joining in? After all, I'm the Tracker. There's nowhere anyone can go that I can't follow.

    *sets up automated LJ-scanner so as not to miss anything interesting*

    Over and out,
    ~Scourge~

    [Editor's note: He's bluffing, since he wouldn't have known this site was here at all if not for me. And I'm doing his typing for him. :p - [info]navigatorsghost]
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