[Audio] [Transmission Originating from: Solian Temple] - First Offense

[namesnotprowl]

[There’s a low, frustrated sigh and for a long moment, that’s all there is. Then, someone starts speaking.]

So. I’m dragged to some other Cybertron, go through hours of paperwork, and get dumped on the street. Then I drop off the face of that Cybertron onto a space station in the middle of nowhere and get dumped in a pile of junk that I have to crawl out of.

Now I drop off the face of the station and wind up here with someone in a hood telling me I’m on Cybertron. Again. Not even the same Cybertron, some other Cybertron.

I was in the middle of something! Very important things! [Bartending and best friend things!]

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AUDIO;

[engrishdetective]

Preach it to the choir, new guy.

I'm not interested in staying, but that's the fact. We're here for now until we can get out. So, you may just have to deal with it for now.

AUDIO;

[namesnotprowl]

Oh, I know the drill, don't worry. Stuck somewhere with no way of going home, don't go poking the big space-time rift-slash-wormhole in the sky and you'll probably live.

Just gettin' a touch tired of it. [So, so tired.]

AUDIO;

[engrishdetective]

So it sounds like someone's been around the block. Terrible!

But, guess we're all stuck together now. It might not mean much, but I guess we're just going to have to deal with it now.

[noparachutes]

Barricade.

[namesnotprowl]

... Shockwave.

I wasn't expecting familiar company.

[noparachutes]

And I wasn't expecting to be back on a Cybertron.

[Voice]

[docbot]

Hear hear.

[ Ratchet sounds drained, but staying up late and forgetting to fuel up does that to a mech. Someone's been working hard on redesigning the BP team's engines. ]

[Voice]

[namesnotprowl]

Well I'm glad someone agrees. Though you sound like you've seen better days regardless.

[Point in fact you sound like one of his three-day benders fixing everyone that called in Axiom.]

[Voice]

[docbot]

I'm stuck on primordial Cybertron trying to figure out how to engineer the engines of a team of man-made transforming robots to process energon so that they don't die of starvation.

[ He rolls his shoulders with an audible creak. There's no damage, per se. He just has been hunched over his work bench far too long. ]

Yes, I have definitely seen better days.

[video]

[sword_redemption]

[You are quite the traveler! Drift is impressed.]

Did you have peace, in any of these Cybertrons?

[video]

[namesnotprowl]

[... you, good sir, look a little like Deadlock from the station. It's enough to give him pause.]

Ah. One. But it was bound in red tape. Met a lot of decent mechs while I was there, at least.

[video]

[sword_redemption]

[And sound the same, though...maybe a bit cheerier.]

Red tape? [That's a weird image. Like a giant ball of string. Except red.] There are a lot of decent mechs here, too.

[Text]

[4_toteachus]

[Now THAT sounds like an interesting story to hear.]

How many Cybertrons are there?

It sounds as if you have had a very long journey.

[Audio]

[namesnotprowl]

[Huh. Text. Well, he can roll with that.]

A lot. I've never gotten an exact count, but there's probably at least as many Cybertrons are there are Earths.

And... I suppose I have, at that. It's been a long drop to get here.

[Text]

[4_toteachus]

Is it correct for me to assume that you are a robot like the others?

What were the other Cybertron's like?

[audio]

[invisiblepinkboat]

Well, then you're used to this, at least. Got a databurst more than the rest of us.

[Elita's amused, and it's probably easily audible in her voice. It's not that she's not sympathetic to the problem itself, but... ]

[audio]

[namesnotprowl]

[He snorts quietly, mostly amused.]

Hasn't really done me much good in the past, I'm afraid. Just 'now you are here and stuck, good luck with that'.

[audio]

[invisiblepinkboat]

From what you've said, however, this Cybertron seems... better than the other two places, if only marginally.

[She tilts her helm, unseen, and makes a thoughtful noise.]

Though, if you've been at the other two places for a while, you'd have built up connections... You said you were busy?

[She supposed even a place that wasn't "home" would become somewhere to "live" and make connections and friends at, at least, especially after a while.]

[Video]

[raceme]

[Have a view of a mech with an Elite Guard insignia on his chest. He's a small thing, slender and clearly designed for speed rather than fight. Also blue.]

Paperworkisn'tsobad. [He kinda likes it...then again Blurr does his paperwork in nanoclicks.]

You are used to different universes already I take it sir? We all were un-for-tu-na-te-ly there's no way to get back to our own world.

[Video]

[namesnotprowl]

[He's seen that logo before, once or twice. Not lately anyway. One of the Malgian dimensions.]

It can be when you normally don't do it. Especially not in the amounts they did it. [It made him crazy, really.]

Yeah, I know the drill. Can't get back home or to another dimension or anything. Question, though; there security cameras around here?

[This is vital information.]

[Video]

[raceme]

[Blurr is proud of that insignia.]

For some it can be a bit overwhelming yes the twins never liked it much either THEN AGAIN their attention span always leaves much to be desired.

No that I'm aware of sir.

[Also, ey barricade he can see that scratched Decepticon insignia of yours...] Hm.

[Audio]

[dontasktrix]

What important things? Polishing your own chassis?

[Because he sounds Cybertronian, and the ranting is kinda self-induglent. Not like when she does it, of course.]

[Audio]

[namesnotprowl]

Running my bar, which I'm sure will go to ruins without me to keep those twits out of the energon supplies.

[Not that he doesn't think Convoy or Cliffjumper or Jetfire could handle it, but it was his job, fraggit all.]

[Perma-Audio]

[my_own_trope]

So this happens to you a lot, does it?

[namesnotprowl]

Oh, you know. A time'r two. Your first trip, I'm guessin'?