[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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[invisiblepinkboat]

There's that. We also doesn't know how things work here... [She drags a hand down her faceplates, grimacing while she trails off.]

Which we doubtful ever will, unless someone who's been here disappears and then comes back.

[Something, but is it enough? Elita shrugs, the inflection of her voice agreeing, but hesitant.]

Not really, no. A single attack that wasn't coordinated and didn't pose much threat... But nearly all of us have things to do and people we'd rather be with than being here.

Of course, the reality that this Cybertron apparently could use out presence and help doesn't simplify things, really.