╬ [Video] :: Location - Wastelands

[young_upstart]

[The feed seems a little shaky at first, but once it comes into focus, all one can see is the dark stretch of the skies above, dotted with the pinpoint lights of distant stars, and perhaps just at its edge, one might catch the fringes of the Lambda's glow.]

Ugh...

[The view shifts, completely tilting on its side to capture the unmistakable grounds of the bleak landscape outside of the Haven. For a moment it remains that way, and then suddenly there's a gasp, and the world blurs as someone jerks to sit upright. It's then that the perhaps familiar magenta and orange paint job can be seen, as well as the stunned face of the young Autobot who so proudly wears it.]

Wh-

[He's getting this weird feeling of déjà vu.]

...where am I? I thought...

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[young_upstart]

Got it.

[His engine revs. At least nothing seems busted. Heeere he goes!]

Thanks. I'll keep an eye out for you.

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[arnhaid]

Sure thing, kid.

[Vrooom vroom.]

[young_upstart]

[It doesn't take him long to take things to full speed. There's nothing out here, and the faster he goes, the more distance he eats. He has no idea why his navigational systems are all glitched, but at least even he can follow a giant beam of light.

And he remembers things as he goes. The familiar feeling of the rough terrain beneath his wheels. The bleak landscape....]

[arnhaid]

[Ironhide will be there, true to his word, waiting and scowling.]

[None of this makes sense. No one said anything about bots showing up without marks or getting kicked out of temples or Hot Rod being here...]

[... one of these days, this place better start making sense.]

[young_upstart]

[His speeding always gets him into trouble. Everyone should know this by now. This time really isn't his fault though.

The memories come in flashes. Zooming wildly around the Junk Pile, trying to get away (from what?)- a large tank. A pink Autobot that wasn't Arcee- a flash of green-

And then all he sees is the shadowy figure of a tall Cybertronian, hefting something over her head--

-it clears abruptly, and all that he sees in front of him is Ironhide. Brakes scream as his tires screech in a last ditch effort to swerve and avoid the older Autobot, causing him to spin out. He goes tumbling out of alt-mode, landing on his back. Again.]

[arnhaid]

[Okay, that's not what he expected.]

[Ironhide curses, and... well, he doesn't really dart sideways, he's too big and bulky to do that. But he certainly takes a few big steps out of the way of the swerving car.]

[The look on his face when Hot Rod transforms is... displeased, to say the least.]

Yeah, you're seein' a medic.

[young_upstart]

...I have got to stop doing that.

[Hot Rod groans, slowly sitting himself up. He looks sheepishly at Ironhide.]