Violent Robot Ninja Turtle

Log Title: Violent Robot Ninja Turtle

Location: Southeast United States - North America

Date: July 16, 2013

Summary: Autobots investgate a fight in the swamp, assisted by a human reporter.

As logged by Mel - Tuesday, July 16, 2013, 8:37 PM

Southeast United States - North America[]

Like the Northeastern US, this area extends from the Mississippi to the Atlantic and encompases a variety of states, including those states most commonly associated with the Old South. Once considered a backward region, the South has indeed risen again to become an area of culture and industry.

Mel is in the Okefenokee swamps of southern Georgia, where a recent battle has recently been fought. The military has an area baracaded off, and behind the line of soldiers can be seen several wrecked fanboats and a damaged tank/artillery vehicle.

Sunstreaker had been told there had been a fight in the swamp, and now it needed to be investigated. Actually, he was sure it was just Prowl's way of getting Sunny out of Autobot City for a while. He peers around, careful of not getting himself too gunked up in the swamp. "What the slag am I looking for, anyway?"

Mel looks up as the Autobots arrive. Mel hurries over, pulling out her small Bluetooth microphone.

Sunstreaker peers down at the human female. "Hi there!" he says cheerfully. "Do you need something, ma'am?"

Mel: The woman before you is in her early twenties. Her bushy brown hair is pulled back into a shaggy ponytail at the back of her head, cascading down her back behind her. She has small eyes half-hidden behind octagonal glasses, and a somewhat sleepy expression. A black G.I. Joe T-shirt and tight blue jeans accent her curvaceous figure. Her wide hips curve into short, powerful skater's legs, ending in small, Chucks-clad feet.

Mel says, "Hi! Are you here about the attack?"

Behind the line of soldiers, bodies are still being pulled out of the swamp and put into body bags.

Sunstreaker nods, crouching down so that he's more in eye level with the human. "Yes I am; my orders are to investigate what exactly happened here."

Mel nods. "I can tell you what I found out. You're the Autobot Sunstreaker, right?"

"That's me!" Sunstreaker beams. "And any info you have would be invaluable. What's your name, miss?"

Mel says, "Mel Lossman. I'm a reporter. Apparently there was an attack by some kind of giant robotic turtle. It didn't match the description of any known Decepticons. Snarl was here to defend us." Mel looks over at the damaged ATV/artillery vehicle. "Apparently Cobra, too, which isn't a good thing." Mel seems to have gathered a lot of information already.

A sleek black and white Nissan 350Z speeds down the Interstate toward the swamps, its sirens blaring as it flashes its brilliant red and blue hues at traffic in the vicinity. Most of them move over to get out of the way, though a few humans mistakenly believe they're being pulled over and do so, only to find that the squad car merely sped right on past. Har har.

Finally, Prowl arrives at the site of the attack Kup had described. The Nissan begins to unfold as the Autobot strategist transforms, standing to his full height. Once he has done so, he pauses, surveying the overall scene quietly as he searches it for any potential clues that might help reveal the identity of the mysterious attacker.

"Evidence, Sunstreaker. Anything that might shed some kind of light on the identity of the perpetrator, or his motives." Prowl answers his comrade. He peers down at the human Sunstreaker has just begun speaking to. "You must be Mel Lossman."

Mel looks up as Prowl arrives. "Oh! Hi! Prowl! Pleasure to meet you. How can I help?"

Sunstreaker nods. "Nice to meet you, Miss Lossman." Sunstreaker looks over at the bodies being pulled out of the swamp and frowns, he looks back at Mel. "From what I've been told, the turtle -wasn't- a Decepticon; not any that we've met before, anyway." He looks over at the ATV. "I don't know what Cobra was doing here; you'd have to ask G. I. Joe intelligence." He gives a small salute to Prowl as his boss come over.

Mel nods, making some notes on her iPad. Mel says, "So, what do you think it was? Some third Transformer faction? Like the Junkions?" Mel seems to know her way around the Transformers.

"Not a Junkion, miss. They don't look like turtles." Sunstreaker shrugs, then looks at Prowl. "You're higher ranked then me; you know anything I don't?"

Mel looks over at Prowl to hear his opinion.

Prowl frowns, thinking. "Miss Lossman, are there any firsthand witnesses left alive whom we could speak to?" he asks. "I would also like to analyze these bodies." The strategist points at the bags, then goes about scanning the terrain for any tracks left by the attacker, or any energy traces.

"You also mentioned Cobra's presence. Did they appear hostile to the attacker, or were they supporting its activity?" He shakes his head at the notion of a Junkion. "I doubt it was a Junkion...they may be durable, but they lack the strength and firewpower to produce this kind of devastation, given the amount of time this would have taken."

Mel says, "There were a few fanboat crewman who survived the attack, but they've been taken to the hospital. Reportedly Cobra was working with Snarl to attack the mysterious Transformer, or vice versa, but were rescued before the Army arrived. I mean, rescued by Cobra sympathizers. The Cops are looking for them, but they've disappeared. The Army is confiscating their vehicle, however. You might be able to get them to let you have a look. I have a few contacts if you don't."

Mel takes a few more notes, then gets called over my one of the Army guys in charge. She gets distracted and doesn't return.