If that's what you prefer, Commander. [Oh that feels weird though. Since well, you aren't his commander. But, manners.] Call me Wing.
I'm happy to help. But that's...a great deal of information. I'll try to segment as best I can.
You are currently on a planet named Cybertron, in the very beginning of its development. It is home to my species, a race of sentient, sapient mechanbiological beings. Or rather, it will be, when our god and creator, Primus, arrives to birth life on to the world.
Right now, all inhabitants aside from the First Forged and their Acolytes--which you were likely greeted by--are not native to this world. We were transported here, like you, via the Lambda from different dimensions of space/time.
This is because Unicron, Primus's antithesis and a force of chaos and corruption, is trying to take control of the planet instead. The Lambda is his work.
[He pauses, because he knows that's a lot to take in. His face takes on an expression of sympathy and regret. None of this is his fault, but he still feels badly for anyone taken from their homes.]
I'm very sorry, but that does mean you've been brought against your will to a place where two very powerful beings are fighting a war over territory. And until we can reverse the effects of the Lambda, no ships can safely leave and dimensional transport is ineffective.
[Hey he's happy to comply, as long as you aren't rude or roboracist about it.]
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I'm happy to help. But that's...a great deal of information. I'll try to segment as best I can.
You are currently on a planet named Cybertron, in the very beginning of its development. It is home to my species, a race of sentient, sapient mechanbiological beings. Or rather, it will be, when our god and creator, Primus, arrives to birth life on to the world.
Right now, all inhabitants aside from the First Forged and their Acolytes--which you were likely greeted by--are not native to this world. We were transported here, like you, via the Lambda from different dimensions of space/time.
This is because Unicron, Primus's antithesis and a force of chaos and corruption, is trying to take control of the planet instead. The Lambda is his work.
[He pauses, because he knows that's a lot to take in. His face takes on an expression of sympathy and regret. None of this is his fault, but he still feels badly for anyone taken from their homes.]
I'm very sorry, but that does mean you've been brought against your will to a place where two very powerful beings are fighting a war over territory. And until we can reverse the effects of the Lambda, no ships can safely leave and dimensional transport is ineffective.
[Hey he's happy to comply, as long as you aren't rude or roboracist about it.]