[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!]

Comments

[my_own_trope]

Do you have any idea who it is you're talking to?

[namesnotprowl]

Y'know, I could probably pull up everything on this 'Link' that I need to know about you.

But you might as well just go ahead and tell me, dearest.

[my_own_trope]

Don't overestimate your abilities.

[Starscream filters interpret that as a (completely justified) insult on his capability to protect his own privacy.]

[namesnotprowl]

Ah, but you haven't encrypted everything, now have you?

[brb, starting to dig already.]