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[ He's not really a communications mech. That wasn't his job. His job had always been to make the hard decisions, be the first one in there, the one to make the bold movements. He used comms only when necessary. ]

WHERE IS MY TEAM? Where are the others!

[ ...That probably gets the point across. It's about the most he can articulate at this level of fury. It was hard to think, and he just clutches at the air uselessly, balling his hands into fists. ]

Do not hide them from me. Will tear all who stand in way apart!

[ Grimlock obviously missed the memo about the whole rip in space-time and ancient Cybertron thing. To be fair, from the number of terrorpede corpses splattered around, seems like he's settled in okay. He picks up a foot, stomping on one of the still twitching corpses, splattering more goo everywhere. ]

Rrrgh. Bugs.

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[well he was sacked out after the whole Driller Adventure, but there's no way anyone is going to be able to tune out that angry bellow.]

[... It can't be, though. Can it?]

Grimlock...?

[It sounds like him. But something looks... off.]

Grimlock, is that you?

[Frown] Don't waste them! The gooey stuff inside tastes great and goes down really smooth!

[ That's a familiar face, but not who he wants to see. If Perceptor was around, that meant Prime was and Grimlock... was pretty much burning with shame about his team, about his post. ]

YES. Me, Grimlock.

[ He gets pretty impatient really quick. ]

WHERE? Where are they?

[ You're not answering his question. He grinds his foot into the goo a bit more in response. ]

Not eating.

Well, well. Let me guess: Grimlock?

[Yes, something is very off. Not that Grimlock has ever been... verbose. But the speech pattern is all wrong.]

Your team? I haven't seen anyone with a frame type resembling our own since I arrived here, which, unfortunately, leads me to conclude you are the only member of your team currently on the planet.

[He peers closer.]

... You... you've changed. If I'm not mistaken.

[ He was pretty sure he just smashed you but-- it's hard to remember right. ]

Will kill you quick if you tell me where the others are.

[ As opposed to agonizing and slow. ]

[Whine] Yes, but I could be! Where are you?

[Wow, that's a lot of terrorpede carcasses.]

I take it you did not stay around to listen to what the Acolytes had to say about this place when you first arrived.

No!

[ Not what he wanted to hear. He has a temper tantrum in reflex, pretty much putting his fist through some rock wall.

Give him a moment to get over his angry baby fit.

Aand he's done now, venting harder. ]

Woke up like this. All... wrong inside. Can't change. Hard to think.

[The explosion is a surprise, to say the least. He can't recall Grimlock ever being this temperamental before. Perceptor speaks a bit more... consolingly. Or tries to.]

I'm sorry. Unfortunately... I'm not one to speak using false evidence. If any of the others were present, I would tell you.

[He straightens up, shoving himself off the bed he'd been using.]

You woke up here in that state? Give me a moment... I can come have a look, if you wish.

[ What do you say to that? Besides, he doesn't know. ]

Somewhere.

That's not much of an offer. I don't know where the rest of your dino-pack is anyway. Probably back where you came from still.

[ He doesn't like bugs, okay. ]

No.

[ In fact, he smashed it. ]

[ Things have changed, obviously. ]

No, not here. Somewhere... else. Shockwave did... things to me. To my team.

[ That, he remembers vividly. All that pain. Shockwave's stress tests, being pulled apart while he was still online...

He shakes his head, snarling. ]

Shockwave? When did you run across Shockwave...?

[That... would explain a lot. In various terrible ways.]

Where are you, Grimlock? Have you coordinates to send?

[He'd be impressed if you weren't, you know, you]

Great. The fraggin' no-brained dino's here, too. At least watchin' you try an' form-yew-late a sentence an' run inta things'll be fun.

...And I thought you were temperamental where I come from.

[Thanks to the safety of DISTANCE, he is calmly sitting on his haunches, head tilted.]

I don't believe there are any other Dinobots here. None that I've seen yet. But there is a rather large 'bug' problem here instead. I'd say you should look out for those, but it seems you have that covered.

Grim--!

[Wait.]

--lock.

[That's not the right one. Compared to the Ultra Magnus present, this Grimlock looks... despite the differences, despite the aesthetic ones, very similar. The temper or the speech pattern doesn't really throw her off either, even if he seems a bit too easily angered. But...

But it's not.]

None of them are here, as far as I know.

[It's hard not to feel somewhat pleased at an actual familiar face anyway, but the quick swing into realisation that it's not the right one makes it hard to sound completely professional.]

While I'm sure many of us are grateful for your help in the extermination, could you please be a little more careful? Not all of us are giant alien robots made of steel. And I think both of us would be a little ticked off if you crushed me to jam under your foot during a temper tantrum.

Awww, ya sound a li'l sad there, sweetcheeks. Dis ain't yer Grimlock?

[laughs] I get it! Were you an' dinobrains good friends in yer universe~?

So, ya go fer this type, huh? Tall, annoyin', an' super stupid.

[Okay, she can't fault him for that. Just going to make a mental note to keep her distance from him.]

I see... Well, chances are, your team may not be here. If they are, there is a very good chance that they are from a different version of your world and may be different from the ones you know.

[The dirtiest look in the universe for you, Frenzy.]

No, he's not. [Unfortunately. But compared to some people she won't be crying in altmode while wedged somewhere tight about it.] And we are friends yes, but I doubt in the way you seem to be using the word.

[Especially given those last few words.]

... No. [Well, she might, but that's none of your business, sweetspark.] And either way, Grim might be... non-diplomatic, but he's not stupid.

No!

[ You're not telling him what he wants to hear. So not only did he fail his post, his team, himself-- now he's abandoned them. ]

Don't believe you.

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