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Whiz grrs and tries to peek around at Ultra Magnus, to see what it is he's 
  got going. 
Rodimus Prime waves a hand in front of her face. "Ah-uh." 
Ultra Magnus shrugs Whiz off and says, "Hey, can't you see I'm trying to 
  work on something?" He grins and murmers, "Lemme do my work...you'll get 
  to see it soon enough." 
Whiz straightens up reluctantly, "It's not classified, he's just being 
  secretive. Which is strange in itself - I think he's finally picking up 
  on my bad influence." 
Whiz beams. "I'm so pround, I knew this day would come." 
Rodimus Prime chuckles. "You were always a bad influence." 
Groove enters from the Main Lobby - First Floor to the north. 
Whiz adopts an award-winning pose, sticking her arm out dramatically. "I 
  knew, after all this work, all this effort, the long hours of training, 
  the many projects, the huge investment of effort... I knew this day would 
  come! I knew it would pay off! Ultra Magnus is finally showing his fun 
  side!" 
One the city's medical drones glides into the bay. It slides over toward 
  the black and white robot atop one of the tables, check the readouts from 
  the monitors, then returns to its standard check of other patients. 
Groove walks in looking to check up on the newly discovered Autobot. He 
  notices the others and smiles politely. 
Whiz concludes, "I'd like to thank all of the little people, and I 'd also 
  like to find out what he's up to, but the suspense is worth it to know 
  that Ultra Magnus is making progress." 
Rodimus Prime folds his arms, grinning. "Classified." 
Whiz says, "You're not tricking me into this again. This time, I'll wait." 
Rodimus Prime shrugs. "Okay, have it your way. I was kind of looking 
  forward to taking a vacation, though." 
Whiz shudders. "You wouldn't do that to the other Autobots." 
Scamper enters from the Main Lobby - First Floor to the north. 
Scamper walks into the area. 
Scamper walks in and looks over the room. 
Whiz says, "Besides, I'm doing my time, I've been working on the chain 
  gang." 
Groove says, "Scamper!! How ya doing?" 
Rodimus Prime says, "And you've been doing fine. That's your problem, Whiz, 
  see, you're too reliable." 
Whiz's attention wanders over to the new robot on the table. "Hey... what's 
  that?" 
Whiz, ADD 'Bot... 
Scamper nods to Groove, "Fine and you?" 
Groove shrugs, "Not too bad. Any news on Caern?" 
Rodimus Prime follows her look. "Someone we unearthed in a block of ice 
  just south of the Arctic Circle. You recognize him?" 
<Whiz looked at you.> 
Scamper sighs and shakes his head, "Nothing yet. 
Whiz says, "Nope. We find him while we were looking for Caern?"" 
Rodimus Prime says, "Actually, I think some local fishermen dragged him in. 
  We just got called to the scene to defrost him." 
Whiz hrms, walking around the table curiously. "Is he.. alive?" 
Groove walks forward patting the concerned bot on his shoulder, "Hey, don't 
  worry Scamper, he's bound to turn up soon." 
Scamper watches the conversation between Whiz and Rodimus. 
Rodimus Prime says, "I think so. You're the medic, though." 
Scamper steps back away from Groove, "Hopefully, but I must be ready incase 
  he doesn't...." 
Whiz takes a look at the medical apparatus, examining whatever readouts are 
  available. 
Groove watches Scamper step away. He stays put this time, not wanting to 
  make Scamper feel uncomfortable, he simply nods. 
According to the readouts, all systems on the robot are in perfect 
  condition. The power systems, however, have been manually shut down. 
Whiz ponders the readings. "Well, he's in good shape. Did someone get to 
  him with repairs, or was he really preserved this well?" 
Rodimus Prime scratches his jaw. "I don't think anyone's touched him. He 
  looks the same as when we unfroze the ice block." 
Groove turns, watching Whiz work on the newly found Autobot. 
Whiz says, "Wow! This is remarkable. I mean, I'd heard about the 
  preservation powers of ice, but I thought that was just in caveman movies 
  and everything." 
Scamper walks over to the side of the table, "Is there anything in the data 
  base about a lost Autobot?" 
Whiz runs her hand over the scratched but intact chest panel. "Well, at 
  least he seems to be an Autobot. It's almost as if he shut his own 
  systems down. Did anyone keep a core of the ice he was in? I could 
  examine the trace gases to see when he was frozen..." 
Whiz chatters excitedly. 
Rodimus Prime says, "I hadn't had the chance to check yet. Not a bad idea 
  to try and look him up, though." 
Scamper walks over to a terminal. 
Scamper taps in a few commands into the terminal. 
Whiz looks at the readings with growing excitement on her face. "I bet I 
  could reactivate him. It looks like, somehow, his systems shut down 
  before any damage took place, so he's been in a sort of stasis since 
  then. I think he may have shut himself off, somehow." 
Scamper looks over the terminal and sighs. 
Rodimus Prime says, "Anything, Scamper?" 
Whiz rubs her hands together. "Maybe a nice energon surge, big burst of 
  power, jumpstart him right up..." 
The computer pauses while searching through its extensive databank of 
  Autobot records. After several seconds, a beep signals the end of the 
  inquiry check. "Identification of medical patient R652OA confirmed," 
  speaks Teletran Two through the relay into the repair bay. "Autobot 
  designated as 'Orca' was stationed in Autobot City prior to the 
  Decepticon attack in 2005. For initial activation and service background, 
  see referece 6522. Unit reported missing in action on January 31, 2006 
  while on routine scouting mission. Assumed destroyed." 
Scamper turns and looks over 
Scamper to Rodimus. 
Whiz oos! "He has a name, even." 
Scamper turns back and looks at the terminal, "Thank you Teletran, now 
  activate program Scamper 8-7a." 
Rodimus Prime vanishes out of reality. 
Rodimus Prime snaps his fingers and disappears in a flash of white light. 
Whiz laughs maniacally. "It's mad scientist time! You two, help me get 
  together what I need." 
The terminal beeps rather loudly, "Program Scamper 8-7a is running, though 
  current weapons systems are not configured to needed stats." 
Scamper sighs, "Alright Teletran, end program." 
Groove laughs at Whiz, "Sure thing...what do you need?" 
The terminal beeps again, "Program terminated." 
Scamper turns back to the table, "What do you need Whiz?" 
Swoop climbs up and out of the training chamber below. 
Whiz says, "Okay. I need energon, first of all. Scamper, you get me some of 
  that. Groove, you help me get together a generator, and I'll start 
  working on the connections I'll need." 
Scamper turns and nods to Swoop, "Swoop, good to see you." 
Teletran Two continues, "Personality profile of unit 'Orca' available, see 
  reference 0917. Primary purpose of previous post: naval strategy and 
  defense. Former commanding officer: Tsunami (unit destroyed in Decepticon 
  assault in 2005, see reference 5267)." 
Scamper walks over to the Recharging unit. 
Whiz starts digging in a medical cabinet, tossing parts aside as she 
  searches for what she needs. 
Groove nods, "Okay...a generator, lets see...." He begins searching through 
  various compartments arround the room, you hear an ocassional, 
  "Nope....uhh...nope." as he searches. 
Scamper opens the recharging unit and takes out a mini-energon dispenser, 
  and walks back over to Whiz, "Here you go, Ma'am." 
Whiz slings some hoses and wires over her arms and heads back over to the 
  lab table. "Thanks Scamper. Let's see...." 
Whiz deposits her pile of parts on the table and starts sifting through 
  them, fitting them together into a rather odd, spiderish looking 
  contraption. 
Groove laughs, "Ahh ha! There you are!" He pulls out a generator, carrying 
  over to Whiz, he holds it for her to see. "Here you go...this /is/ a 
  generator...right?" He smiles awkwardly. 
Whizis too excited to be more than half aware of the world outside this 
  newest project. "This is going to be great. Good practice, too." 
Whiz nodnods at Groove. "Yep, that's perfect. Thanks." 
Whiz hooks the generator into her sinister looking web of wires and hoses. 
Scamper just watches and shakes his head. 
Groove nods, handing the generator over. He takes a few steps back and gets 
  ready to watch Whiz do her thang. 
Whiz tests a few connections, wiring them to vital spots on Orca's body. 
  "Okay, let's get this charged up and get this party rolling..." 
Whiz starts feeding energon into the generator, causing it to whir softly, 
  and spark a little bit from the contacts on top. 
Whiz says, "Okay, this is it... systems are all go, energy source is wired 
  up, generator is charged and ready... might want to shield your optics!" 
Groove jumps a bit at the sparks, "That's normal...right Whiz?" 
Scamper steps back from the table. 
Whiz grabs a suitably dramatic looking large lever with her hand. "Oh, 
  absolutely. Everything according to plan." 
Whiz turns her optics away and slams the lever down. An arc of white 
  electricity leaps across the contacts, and sizzles through the wires into 
  Orca's body. The frame itelf jumps at the sudden surge of power, and all 
  of the systems are kickstarted into action. Power lights the systems one 
  by one, activating stiff servos and circuits, and the optics begin to 
  glow.... 
Scamper watches the great Whiz work. 
Whiz shields her optics with her hand, turning back to the project to 
  observe the results. 
The fingers along Orca right hand begin to twitch slightly. A soft blue 
  glow slowly begins to form in the long-dormant Transformer's optics. 
  Energy continues to sparkle around the body, then receeds. The blue glow 
  in the optics brightens, flashing to a rich hue. On the other end, the 
  legs begin to move, showing a slight bending at the knee joints. 
Whiz oos! "Hey... I think that actually worked!" 
Groove smiles, "Great job!! I think you did it!" 
Whiz looks as surprised as anyone. 
Scamper seems to laugh, "And I thought I was going to have to watch Whiz 
  rebuild him...." 
Slowly, the thick, black arms of the Autobot rise from the table. They 
  extend into the air, then the hands open and close into tight fists 
  several times. Pulling his arms back to his side, the Transformer pushes 
  against the table, struggling to sit himself up. 
Whiz says almost apologetically, "'Scuse me, but I gotta say it... It's 
  alive!" 
Scamper shakes his head and watches the Autobot carefully, incase something 
  has gone wrong. 
Groove walks closer to the table, allowing the Autobot to sit up on his 
  own, standing there only if he is needed. "Hey there...how do ya feel?" 
<Scamper looked at you.> 
Orca finally manages to sit up. Looking around in confusion and 
  bewilderment, he says softly, "I-I'm back online..." Turning his head, 
  Orca glances around the room. His expression convey some confusion, but 
  he sighs with relief upon noticing the Autobot symbols on those present. 
  "You're Autobots?" he asks. 
Whiz nods. "Yep, you've come home. I'm Whiz, I'm a medic." 
Orca replies to Groove, "I feel...a little stiff. Where am I? What is the 
  date?" 
Groove smiles, "Yep, we sure are. My name's Groove. This is Whiz, and over 
  there is Scamper." He gestures to each Autobot respectively. 
Orca spins his head toward Whiz. He looks at her and says, "Whiz? If you're 
  a medic, I suppose I owe my thanks to you..." 
Scamper watches Orca closely. 
Whiz says, "You're back in Autobot City, and safe. You really owe your 
  thanks to those Inuit fishermen who found you in that ice floe, I 
  suppose." 
Groove still smiles, trying to be as helpful as possible. "You are in the 
  Autobot City Med Bay. The date is November 21, 2009. Do you recall how 
  long you were shut down for?" 
A smile slowly forms on Orca's sharply-angled face. "I am known as Orca," 
  he says. He turns toward Whiz again, "Glad to hear that I have been 
  found..." 
Orca's voice trails off as Groove speaks. He steps onto the floor, holding 
  his hands out shakily as he gets his balance. Spinning to face Groove, he 
  exclaims, "2009?!" Orca shakes his head and says, "I was on a scouting 
  and monitoring mission investigating some rumored Decepticon activity 
  near Alaska...in January of 2006." 
Orca lifts his head to look around the room. "I don't recognize this room," 
  he says. "You said this was Autobot City? Am I correct in understanding t 
  hen that it has been rebuilt?" 
Whiz nods. "That was the last date that the computer had for you. And yes, 
  it's been rebuilt, and there's a lot for you to catch up on. But first, 
  what happened to you? The computer only says that you were lost." 
Whiz hops up onto a nearby medtable, clearly expecting a story. 
Orca smirks as he look at Whiz. "You're quite a hyperactive medic," he 
  says. "Anyhow, as I said, I was on a mission to investigate some rumors 
  of Decepticon activity..." 
Groove's optics dim, his processor entering a state of high activity, he 
  begins thinking about the great many events that have occured in this 
  short 3 year period. 
Orca leans back and begins, "Shortly after the destruction of Unicron, we 
  set forth to rebuild the damage to Autobot City as well as get over the 
  loss of Optimus Prime. Someone named Rodimus or something similar had 
  emerged and taken the role of leading us." Orca shifts his weight and 
  loosely clasps his hands before himself as he continues, "Although the 
  Third Cybertronian War had been declared to be over, there were still 
  many reports of Decepticon activity here and there." 
Orca's blue optics flicker as he wiggles his legs, enjoying the fact that 
  he can move them again. "I was sent to check on some sparse reports of 
  activity in northern Alaska. Apparently some Decepticons were raiding one 
  of the oil fields there. When I arrived to find out more, I instead found 
  that a small squadron was in place. They jammed my radio signals, and I 
  tried to outrun them since I certainly would not have been able to out 
  gun them." 
Whiz raises an optic ridge. "That didn't work either?" 
Streetwise enters from the Main Lobby - First Floor to the north. 
Whiz is perched on a lab table, eagerly watching the newly-reactivated Orca 
  and listening to his tale of how he got frozen in a glacier. 
The black and white Autobot continues his explaination. "No, it didn't," 
  Orca says with a shake of his head toward Whiz. "Although they were low 
  on energon, they had managed to convert enough of the available resources 
  into energon. The Seekers would have caught me in no time. I instead 
  blasted a hole in the ice shelf and dove beneath it, planning to just 
  swim through the water until I could resurface and report back to Autobot 
  City." 
Groove nods, quietly listening to the story. 
Orca looks down at his hands, unclasping them and letting them fall back to 
  his sides. He says, "Unfortunately, things weren't quite that easy. I 
  ended up being caught in slush and chunks of ice in the water. Barely 
  able to move and unable to surface, I had no choice but to shutdown my 
  systems in order to avoid detection. I figured that my loss would be 
  noticed and a search party would be dispatched. I issued the shutdown, 
  then I woke up here on the table." 
Streetwise comes into the repair bay unsure what or who to find there. 
  After all, its been a while since his felt the comfort of being home in 
  AC 
Whiz rubs the back of her neck sheepishly. "Well, I guess the search party 
  took a little longer than you expected." 
Orca shrugs toward Whiz. "It's understandable, I suppose. There was a lot 
  of disorganization with everything that had happened in the months 
  before." 
Groove smiles, "Well, it's good to see you functioning again." His 
  attention is distraced as he notices a frammiliar face enter the Repair 
  Bay, "Excuse me please..." He walks over to Streetwise, smiling. 
  "Streetwise! Long time no see!" 
Whiz says, "With all the upheaval, and so many lost in that battle... well, 
  I guess maybe they thought you were one of those casualties."" 
Orca nods toward Whiz. "I'll assume as much, as anything different would 
  not be too pleasing to learn." He then smiles and says, "So what's 
  happened in the past 3 years? Have we started our own merchandise line 
  yet in the United States?" 
Streetwise looks around the room....'It has been a long time' he thinks to 
  himself. He notices Groove in the room. He walks over to him "Hey Groove! 
  How ya been? You're right, it has been a while! 
Whiz says, "Our.. what? Merchandise line? No, though the idea has 
  potential..." 
Whiz envisions plush Autobot dolls being fought over by crazed parents at 
  Christmastime. 
Groove smiles, "I'm great, just great. Where have you been?" 
Orca chuckles and throws his arms into the air as he excitedly asks, "So 
  what's the lowdown? We finish squashing all those rumors of Decepticons 
  resurfacing yet?" 
Orca adds with a sly grin, "Or just squashing those that were more than 
  rumors?" 
Whiz says, "Well... no.. geez, there's so much to explain... We just blew 
  up their undersea base!" 
Orca's jubilation seems to stop as he looks at Whiz. "They had a base? How 
  big?" 
Whiz says, "But, um, they've got this annexation treaty thing in the works 
  with the humans..." 
Whiz says, "You know, the seabase, the big one the size of the Ark, 
  underwater." 
Orca laughs, "Yeah, that's a cute joke." 
Streetwise smiles back. "It's good to be home. I've missed you guys a lot. 
  I kinda found myself volunteered for some undercover work for the SF 
  police department. I was responding to a distress call about a couple of 
  suspects in flight and the next thing I knew I was down in South America 
  on a stakeout of some suspected drug-smugglers. I don't know. He smiles 
  again..."It's /really/ good to be home. 
Whiz says, "Ummm... the news might be a little bit of a shock to you, I 
  think." 
Streetwise turns on its radio. 
Whiz swivels her head excitedly. "Wow! Drug-smugglers! Everyone's got 
  exciting stories except me." 
Groove turns and grins, "I dunno, that whole revival thing you just did was 
  pretty exciting." 
Orca frowns and murmers, "That is not good news. If the Decepticons have 
  started to renew their presence, that can mean that things haven't been 
  going well for us...is everything on file for acecss by all?" 
Orca rubs his head. "Bringing me back to consciousness isn't an exciting 
  story?" 
Streetwise grins "Unfortunately it wasn't as exciting as you'd hope. South 
  America can be a pretty lonely and boring place without friends. 
Whiz says, "Yeah, you should find the whole thing in the history files, and 
  the news banks. Actually, I guess it is an exciting story after all." 
Groove nods, "I'll bet, but you're back! Does Hot Spot know? What about 
  First Aid, Blades? " 
Streetwise turns to Groove once again. " 
Whiz looks down at herself and around the room, and grins. "I feel like I 
  just got planted in an old black and white movie." 
Orca smiles. "Well then, Whiz-medic," he says, "Can you please point me in 
  the right direction to go start reading through stuff? I hope the files 
  are written well...if I have to read through discourses from Perceptor 
  I'm going to scream." 
Streetwise turns to Groove "No one knows I'm back but you...I just pulled 
  in a few moments ago and I haven't seen anyone else. So tell me old 
  friend...what have you been up to yourself? 
Whiz says, "If you're not up to lots of flowery bits, skip all of Rod's 
  inspirational speeches. Unfortunately, they seem to be taking up half of 
  the archives - loves to hear himself talk. Anyway, I'd try the historical 
  records in this database here..." 
Groove laughs, "Well, quite a bit actually. Most recently the big guy over 
  here." He gestures toward Orca. "He just was revived after three years in 
  the ice!" 
Whiz hops off of the table and goes over to the console, her fingers flying 
  over the touchpad as she calls up the correct files. 
Orca walks with Whiz over to the console. He looks in bewilderment at the 
  systems, "Nice terminal...I suppose the city's network has been entirely 
  redone?" 
Streetwise eyes the Transformer before him. "I knew I'd never seen him." He 
  says. "I figured if he was in here with you that he was okay. 
Streetwise lowers to a whisper "I've still got my doubts though. 
Whiz chuckles. "Why just rebuild when you can upgrade?" 
Orca says, "Oh...they moved Teletran from the Ark?" 
Groove shakes his head, "Same old Streetwise...lighten up!" He laughs, then 
  adds. "It's good to have you back." 
Whiz shakes her head a bit. "The whole story's in there. I'm going to go 
  check on a few other patients, if you'll excuse me." 
Whiz vanishes out of reality. 
Orca nods toward Whiz. "Certainly," he replies. Orca looks at the terminal 
  for a moment, notes the file name, then shuts it off, instead sauting 
  across the room over near Groove and Streetwise. 
Groove smiles as Orca nears. 
Orca blurts, "Greetings and salutations, fellow Autobots! 'scuse me if you 
  would, I need to go read through all this stuff pointed out by that 
  hyperactive medic." 
Orca rubs his hands together, "Mebbe I'll hit the waves and go for a 
  swim...who knows, but I just gotta enjoy being able to walk again!" 
Streetwise eyes the Autobot carefully and then quickly responds "Hi" 
Groove nods and steps back out of the way of Orca, "Certainly. Oh, and 
  Orca? If you need anything at all, please let me know." He nods and 
  smiles at the 'bot. 
Orca nods toward Streetwise. "Name's Orca," he says with a grin, "what's 
  yours?" 
Streetwise replies without tone "Streetwise". 
Orca tilts his head to Groove. He makes a 'trigger-finger' motion with his 
  right hand and says, "Will do, Groove. Thanks." 
Streetwise quickly tries to push Groove out of the way mistaking the motion 
  to be an actual gun aimed at his fellow protectobot 
Groove nudges Streetwise, a bit embarassed, "He's fine...don't worry bro!" 
  He turns again to Orca, "You'll have to excuse Streetwise, he's a bit 
  suspicios at times." 
Facing Streetwise again, Orca says, "Alrighty, good to meet you. Don't 
  worry, I won't bite..." He makes a chomping motion with his mouth and 
  then says with a chuckle, "..unless you have a Decepticon symbol on ya, 
  that is." 
Orca blurts, "No problem!" 
Streetwise sighs feeling a bit embarassed about his return to AC loosens up 
  a bit. "I'm sorry." 
Orca bows his head slightly, "Anyhow, I really should go get started on my 
  reading to catch up on things. You two take care...maybe I'll bump into 
  you again soon!" 
Groove grimaces at Streetwise's actions, shaking his head. 
Orca makes a joking two-fingered salute and heads toward the doors. 
Streetwise n 
Streetwise nods 
Groove waves, "See ya Orca." 

You move north to the Main Lobby - First Floor... 
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