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[malevolentmechamorph]

[The communicator feed clicks on to reveal a black, dinosaur like creature with red markings on its skin. After fiddling with the device for a while, the creature speaks.]

Greetings, my name is Malware. If there is any sentient life on this world, then where am I?

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[Video]

[noneedifsimple]

[Oh hello curious and wonderful creature that Mordin has never seen before.]

Apparently called Haven. Planet is Cybertron.

[malevolentmechamorph]

I see. Who are you?

[noneedifsimple]

Professor Mordin Solus. What are you? Never come across a species like you. Fascinating structure.

[malevolentmechamorph]

I am a Galvanic Mechamorph. A technorganic spiecies native of the planet Galvan B.

[noneedifsimple]

Technorganic?

[Even better.]

How do you survive? What keeps you functioning? Organic food? Energy?

[malevolentmechamorph]

We are powered by a device called a helix. The Helix was the device that created us.

[noneedifsimple]

Helix. Interesting. Never heard of such a device. If powered by a device though, what makes you organic?

[Video]

[raceme]

[That's...new. Then agian, everyone's changing forms, so this might be one of the residents transformed.

Have a brunette man that used to be a really fast talking cybertronian.]

Greetings sir. Most of us are sentient yes. Did you just arrive?

[malevolentmechamorph]

Yes. Where is this place?

oh god, sorry for the delay

[raceme]

You are in Cybertron, sir. When you arrived there was no acolyte near to explain it all to you?

No biggie!

[malevolentmechamorph]

No.

Thanks! ♥

[raceme]

Well ..then...eh...you are in my species home planet except that this is not exactly my real, real home planet, I'm from a different word and we can not leave because the lambda, _{that shinny thing in the sky}, it's a rift in the space and time and it can twist reality.

I'm BLURR, what's your name?

[malevolentmechamorph]

Malware.

[video]

[adamndoctor]

Most everyone's sentient save those drones that meet-and-greet you once you arrive. Those little bastards fill you in? Apparently this place is Cybertron, which is run by gigantic alien robots that turn into planes, trains, and automobiles.

There's humans like myself here as well as talking raccoons with guns and an adolescent bear-child.

[malevolentmechamorph]

A planet of machines? Interesting.

[adamndoctor]

Oh, yeah, it's a riot. Assumin' they don't step on you or want to start up their old war.

[malevolentmechamorph]

War?

[adamndoctor]

You want details, ask them. But it wasn't pretty, that much I got. Then again, war ain't usually pretty.

[malevolentmechamorph]

I see. Thank you.

[mccrane]

McCrane, of the Police Force.

Things are hectic right now, but if I can answer any questions let me know.

[Even if his world is crashing down he is going to perform his duty. Who knows, maybe helping someone will be a relaxing way to calm down.]

[malevolentmechamorph]

What is this world?

[mccrane]

It is Cybertron.

I cannot provide you with the coordinates, sadly, but I do not think it would matter if I could.

Only one or two people have managed to leave the atmosphere.

[malevolentmechamorph]

So escape is impossible then.

[mccrane]

Likely so.

I imagine that when you are returned it will be to the point at which you left, however.

[So if there's anything you're worried about leaving behind, its okay.]

Until then, there are plenty of resources here to take advantage of. Whose mark do you have?

[malevolentmechamorph]

The mark of Megatronus Prime.