Turntail strides onto the vessel, his hand casually brushing off the snow from his shoulder panels, flicking it from his metallic fingers into the lavishly decorated hall of the Naval Platform. Taking a few steps inside, his optic catches sight of the flying Toblerone. Swearing inwardly, the blue Autobot forces a smile, "Afternoon, Raindance." You successfully strike Turntail, who is now temporarily incapacitated. Turntail succeeds in grasping Raindance, throwing him off-balance. Raindance succeeds in grasping Turntail, throwing him off-balance. SOME TIME AGO NOW "No. No, that can't be." NOW NOW