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[poemssometimesrhyme]

Well, this is just perfect. I'm just beginning to get settled on my Cybertron, and I end up here, on some barely formed rock, hearing some story about the "first-forged."

... Well, it could be worse, I suppose. And it's not much different from the planet I found when I... came back, I suppose.

Salutations. My name is Sky-Byte. I am a storyteller. A poet. An entertainer, if you will. And I suppose if I'm stuck here, I might as well make the best of it, eh?

Now.

Is there a bar anywhere abouts? Because I need a stiff drink right about now.

Comments

[idle_time]

It's on TV! ...You do know about TV, don't you, Steve?

[poemssometimesrhyme]

... Sky-Byte. Not Steve.

And no, I do not.

[idle_time]

[Wreck-Gar frowns.]

Television? The boob tube? The squawk box?

[poemssometimesrhyme]

I'm sorry, but no.

[idle_time]

...'sallright.

Entertainer, though? Poet? That's talent you can take to the bank.

[poemssometimesrhyme]

Never heard it put quite like that before, but thank you.

[idle_time]

[Wreck-Gar offers a thumbs-up.]

Which first-forged's pledge driver did they sign you up for?

[poemssometimesrhyme]

Alpha Trion.

[idle_time]

Alpha Trion? [Now it's Wreck-Gar's turn to be confused.] Rodimus Prime returned Alpha Trion to sender through the time window! He's on this station?

[poemssometimesrhyme]

I don't know what you're saying, but I'm guessing he's a different version of any Alpha Trion you might know.

[idle_time]

New improved model with sleek turbo handling?

Curiouser and curiouser.

[poemssometimesrhyme]

It seems pretty common. I've met two Starscreams already.

[idle_time]

Mass quantities currently in stock.

[A weary sigh.]

This is a silly place.

[poemssometimesrhyme]

Yes.

Yes it is.