[There's still smoke rising from not just the rocket launcher that can be seen at the edge of the screen where Elita's holding it, but also from something behind her. And besides her deep frown, the rest of her is looking somewhat... beaten up. The feed's also tilted somewhat oddly.]

We have a problem, unless this is a singular attack. [The view pans from Elita to... a critter. There's no other way to describe the partly-curled up and decidedly huge creature with way too many legs, one or two closer to the front ripped off or strangely twisted. It also has some larger, multiple segmented limbs that would probably be more maneuverable than comfortable around what would probably have been its head if it wasn't entirely blown away, smoke curling in the heat from a nearby open fissure.]

It's unglyphed, and unless someone can say they've seen anything like this out in the wilderness or near the Badlands, I'd hazard a guess that we might have something like when the Lambda spewed unglyphed monsters down on us early on... [The view goes back to Elita, who now has her other arm resting over her chestplates, revealing several deep scratches scattered over her arms and probably more out of view, the antennae on her right arm bent at a drastic angle and one back-mounted panel hanging decidedly and uncomfortably askew.]

If someone has more information, either in regards to that [And, unthinkingly, she lifts the arm she'd been covering her chestplate with to point at the monster, revealing that the left half of it has been mangled by row upon exact row of something pointed and sharp. It's left that half of her chestplate with circular punctures mostly revealing nothing but gouged metal, but in some places there's the obvious silver flash of a cable or sparks from torn circuitry. There's a rev from her engine and her hand falls back into place.] or something that could be similar to the... calling, or whatever we should call it that happened a while ago, then now might be the time to start to collect it all together. Especially as I'm inside Solus Prime's quadrant, even if it's somewhat close to the outer edge.

[She pauses, then, and despite the situation, briefly a sharp, amused smile slides over her faceplates.]

Shaoshao? I'd give you an extra pointer, but hopefully that was obvious enough as to what you'd want to attack.

[Then Elita casts a frown at the be-headed creature right as the feed cuts. At least it didn't get to tear up enough to bare her spark chamber.]

((ooc: Aka; Elita gets to be the first victim, though at least she wasn't the one to lose her head!))