╬ [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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[Video] *patpat!* <3

[young_upstart]

Horn? Oh, right. Yeah. I can do that. Feel kinda stupid sitting out here honking at nothing, but if it'll help...

[Video] <3!

[glitteratimedic]

Of course it will. Just keep at it.

[It may take several a few minutes, but any honking will certainly draw the cassette in right to Hot Rod's location.]

[Video]

[young_upstart]

All right then. I'll just... sit tight or something.

[There's honking all right, and it shouldn't be too hard to spy the sports car with the bright paint job. At least it seems Hot Rod's still capable of transforming!]

[Action!]

[glitteratimedic]

You do that!

[The honking may have been awkward, but it led Glit right to Hot Rod more easily than even that optic-searing paint job. He leaps right over the pile of junk Hot Rod is reclining against with a showy flourish, padding on over to the future Prime's feet.]

Well then, good to finally meet you face-to-face.

[Glit sits, looking the young 'Bot over for injuries, conveniently out of arm's reach. Pacifist he may be, but his Decepticon symbol can still lead to some awkward first introductions.]

[young_upstart]

[There's no point in staying in alt form when the medic's arrived, and Hot Rod's glad to see that at least some of his systems seem to be working yet, at least.]

Uh, likewise...?

[He looks at the other hesitantly, perhaps at first visibly tensed.]

[glitteratimedic]

Medical officer Glit. At your service.

[He tucks a paw to his chest and gives a little bow, but makes no move to approach.]

So anything else still acting up, other than your navigation system?

[young_upstart]

[Could be worse, he supposes. If he's remembering correctly, there's something of a truce between Autobots and Decepticons too...

Hot Rod finally seems to relax a little, gesturing loosely for Glit that he's free to approach.]

Chronological systems seem to be out too.

[glitteratimedic]

[Glit trots closer, smoothly slipping up to Hot Rod's side, looking him over for any obvious external injuries as he goes.]

Hmm. Well, let's see what we've got here. If you'll give me access, I'm going to run a standard diagnostic.

[He offers a small medical jack on his foreleg, allowing Hot Rod to make the first move.]

[young_upstart]

[It doesn't look like he's had any physical damage, something that even Hot Rod's a bit baffled on, but he's not going to complain.]

Oh, right.

[Reaching over, he goes ahead and plugs in.]