[On Prime's orders, Bumblebee is fulling his primary function as espionage scout, in a sense extending the limited range of the Convoy's scanners. He's now radioing in with his findings. Uuuuuuunfortunately, in his deep distress, he's . . . not remembering to speak in Reialan ((or whatever the equivalent of "English" is)) - unless you speak Cybertronian, all you hear is incoherent beeps, static, electronic feedback, and something almost like musical tones.]
Optimus! Optimus Prime, come in!
Commander, we've got a serious problem here! I'm at the coordinates Jade gave us, and I've located her friend. Human male bound down on a makeshift, decorated dais of some kind. Glowing glyphs and all kinds of things that really do not give me a good feeling, if you know what I mean. Three satyrs on guard duty around the site, five more dancing and chanting around the table.
Optimus, the energy readings I'm getting here are . . . "alarming" would be an understatement. If I'm not mistaken, by my calculations, the peak output won't be reached for at least another joor or two, but . . . it's climbing rapidly, and I think it's coming directly from Jade's friend! I don't know what the purpose is, but . . . if it were to, say, explode? It could take out an area about equivalent to the space between Kaon and Iacon back home!
((ooc: Is this what you were talking about, Krystal? Let me know if there's anything that needs tweaking and I'll change it. 8B))