Are attacks like this commonplace here? This has to be the second one I know of so far.

[Nothing can pull Malcolm out of a mental breakdown quite like an attack on the city.]

If they are, has anyone thought of putting together protocols on how to handle future attacks, such as evacuation routes for non-combatants to safe zones such as shelters and the hospital, setting up a defensive perimeter so that damage could be kept at a minimum, coordinating attack teams to push back attackers from the city, sending out scouts to gather information that could be helpful, those sort of things? I think it could prove to be useful to have some sort of plan instead of merely reacting when things come our way and hoping for the best.

I do think this is something worth discussing and even if you don't agree with me or think you have nothing to add, I do want to hear your thoughts on the subject. I know most of you probably have no idea who I am, but it was my job where I'm from to keep the people on my ship safe and to extend that to anyone who asked for our assistance. I cannot just stand by and let people get hurt when there's something that can be done to stop it.

[Arcee shows up on the feed looking worn, probably from all the fighting. Actually, not probably, exactly. Not that it looks like anything bad, she's just...tired. She barely even bothers to look directly into the feed, she just needs to get her message out.

In contrast to this, Tapirmon appears to be, erm, dancing in the background. Poorly, but still dancing. Someone is very happy about what they got. This calls for weird tapir breakdancing.]

Looks like I'm moving, or at least trying to. Anyone who needs me, I'll forward the address as soon as I get this scrap straightened out. I'll make a list, just contact me about it.

[She's rubbing both her temples at this point.]

Oh, right, before I forget. Anyone on my team that got one of these--

[She quickly holds up her crest pendant and places it back down. Really, it was so fast that only those who've been paying attention lately are going to know what the heck that was.]

--report to me pronto. As if I even have to say it, but these are apparently a big deal. Sooner I know, sooner I can revamp my training lineup.

SHAMOW!!

[The comm opens up at what is the worst possible angle. From the looks of it, Leatherhead is attempting to hold the terminal over his head, which lays on the bed. Normally he wouldn't want to lay on it, but after his fight...a bed's looking pretty good right now.

Impmon carried him home in his Devidramon form after that fiasco with Myotismon and everyone else. It wasn't a pretty picture, watching all his friends go through that. But Devidramon remained adamant that Leatherhead sit his butt down and rest....guess Impmon needed some rest too. The moment he laid down, Impmon flopped on the bed and almost instantly dozed off next to his head.

His face is alright, it's just the rest of him that's in worse shape: he's pretty sure the Myotismon busted his ribs and the small bite marks everywhere...not to mention his shirt's been torn to shreds.

Which is the important part: the shirt, not the pain. He'll get over that and honestly, does he want his friends to worry? No thank you. He'll just make a request.

How to put this...?]

...does anyone have some spare clothes?