re_alignment | [VIDEO | MAXIC QUADRANT ] JOINT POST W/ PROWL + CHROMEDOME

[When the storm hit, a certain two Autobots were out in the middle of nowhere, conversing on topics of delicate nature. When the pillar came down, the two of them were knocked down into a hole where they had been stuck in for the past couple of days. It’s not a big hole either, they’ve been stuck chest to chest for almost three days and it’s been a very uncomfortable experience so far, especially considering that they don’t know what’s going on.

What makes it worse is that their communicator is just beyond their reach.]

Prowl, I think it might be on this time!

Might be on? What changed?

[The sound of snow and dirt shifting leaves a small pause as Prowl attempts to turn and see the communicator behind him. It’s not very successful.]

Maybe something fell on it? If only it were just a little bit closer…

[Prowl settles back in place.]

This is a distress message from an unknown location. We are officers of the starship the Peaceful Resolution and were separated from our ship. We are trapped in between rock structures on an unfamiliar planet.

[He’s going to attempt to make this professional regardless of how stupid they look.]

If you can hear this, we require an immediate assist.

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Really?

...

I mean, really?

It's not that I'm surprised, but I didn't think anything could shake your resolution, Prowl--peaceful or not.

This is only going to raise further suspicions about you two, you know...but...let me guess. You don't remember that.

[Well, at least he can record EVERYTHING for posterity. Rewind will be thrilled...if he isn't already recording somewhere.]

Also, hello, and welcome to Cybertron.

[Prowl isn't entirely in love with your attitude right now. >8(]

None of what you said makes an iota of sense to me.

Are you going to help or just clutter the communication line?

Okay, I guess some things never change.

[Annoyed Prowl still sounds like annoyed Prowl.]

Well, seeing as I'm part of the Zoning Committee and also part of what seems to be a dwindling population of sane people...

Sure.

What can I help you with?

You can start with giving your name for starters. And maybe you can stop speaking crazy. It was sort of funny at first and now it's just getting annoying.

[Mostly it's annoying Prowl though, and Tumbler likes to avoid Annoyed Prowl as much as possible. It's only okay if he does it.]

After that you should recite poetry, and when you're done that.

You should, maybe, help us out.

[Ouch. The worst part...the absolute worst part about these shenanigans...was that nobody remembered him. It's hard to keep that from visibly affecting his mood, and his face falls.]

Name. Right. I'm Skids. A Theoretician.

Theoretically.

I did spend a season mastering the Hyorum, a poetry style from the fifth moon of Andor that involves speaking only in consonants....but....yeah. Lets get back to less crazy, shall we?

Because I'm serious. You are both on Cybertron.

Yes, let's get to the substance of this.

[Looks like Prowl is a little less grumpy.]

Skids, was it?

We're in a mountainous area with snow-capped peaks.

Skids. [He confirms it again, just in case.] Member of the Diplomatic Corps, so you could say I'm the closest thing to an ambassador that this version of Cybertron has.

[Mountainous area with snow. That narrows it down pretty well at least.]

You're in Liege's quadrant in an area called the Haven. As far as explorers have been able to tell, it is the only developed land on what seems to be a proto-Cybertron.

Additionally, it's positioned below a reality-warping anomaly which acts as a fold in the dimensional continuum. That's why you're here.

...

Also, we're friends.

Good friends.

That's... very informative Skids. You should tell us more about it when we finally get out of here.

[He raises an eye ridge at that last part.]

You're friends with Prowl?

[Why does he sound so surprised.]

I'd be happy to. As a theoretician, I've managed to come up with several possible explanation for its existence.

Onces that are not Unicron... although...uh. Given that there's a giant pillar sticking out of the Lambda right now, I haven't written that theory off, either.

[It actually was in the top three, especially when dealing with Robot Gods.]

I'm friends with both of you, actually.

One of you 'saved' me from an incident with a sparkeater, and the other one...

Has been inside my mind.

[Wrap your head around that.]

So. Tell me. You forgot all about me, but you remember each other?

[There's a long, notable pause as Tumbler, again, wonders if maybe Skids has a few screws loose. Thing is, Skids sounds so sure and confident about it. Crazy people tend to believe what they're saying though, that's what makes them crazy.

Anyway.]

Of course I'd remember Prowl, he's my partner. Conjunx Endura. You know, the works. If we were friends, you'd probably know that.

Skids, I'm going to be honest with you.

You're starting to sound like you've gone entirely mad.

That, and I find this entire situation preposterous for various reasons. I won't bother listing them all.

[There may or may not have been a complete silence on the other end of the line upon hearing the words 'Conjunx Endura.']

...

[It's a long silence.]

For my sanity...which I do have...I'm going to have to assume you're from some vastly different future. One that is so far removed from my own that it is hardly even recognizable.

I'm not insane. I can provide equations to prove that.

The Chromedome I know is a mnemosurgeon, and the Prowl I know is second-in-command of the police. Is that...

Is that even close?

I've... always wanted to be a mnemosurgeon, but I never actually got to learn how to. I guess I might have if I had stayed on Cybertron.

[Instead of fleeing the planet before the war started.]

But... no. Not even close.

And my name is Tumbler.

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But you did stay on Cybertron!

Prowl did, too. That's what led to him becoming chief of the security forces, if I'm not mistaken...

[Which he might be, because his information came from a night of talking with mostly drunk people.]

And there was a heist involving a matrix. I was even part of it, for like...one second.

Are you saying that you did leave Cybertron back then? That you and Prowl went off and were very...uh...close?

...

Are you saying you're actually happy?

[That last one might be more directed at Prowl than anyone else.]

[Prowl looks visibly repulsed at the idea of staying back on his home planet.]

I'd never choose to stay after seeing what the war was doing to our planet and our people.

[The keyword here is 'choose'.]

You're not entirely incorrect. I continued in security, but on a neutral ship and with Tumbler.

We left before it started. I guess you could say we were lucky, I can't imagine what it'd be like to stay behind. We were actually on our way back when we ended up here.

[The hope that their planet was well again had been enough for them to want to go back.]

There's not much more to me than that.

Then you both...

You both...

You missed out on a lot. Maybe that isn't such a bad thing?

[It is just strange. It is really strange.]

[VIDEO | MAXIC QUADRANT ] JOINT POST W/ PROWL + CHROMEDOME

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