[Video/Action] [Transmission source: Edge of the junk pile to the southwest]

[invisiblepinkboat]

[Elita's clearly standing at the absolute edge of the junk pile, trailing bits of otherwordly gargage, knick-knacks and various sundry items slowly building up to the larger montaneous piles they'd woken up among.]

I notice I'm not the only one to ask if anyone's seen certain people, and considering we've all been given access to this network, the chance is probably low at this point. Especially since we're all apparently... from different realities.

[She's frowning, drumming the fingers of the hand her comm. comupter isn't on against that arm, not actually looking into the screen for the moment.]

However, I'm still going ask; I'm looking for Grimlock, Ultra Magnus, Springer... Snarl or Huffer as well. If you've met anyone with those designations, can you tell them Elita One is looking for them?

[That, after all, ought to take care of the "other realities" problem; they'd either be confused over why she was asking for them or know her. Shrugging, Elita starts walking again, turning around to walk along the edge of the scattered junk, a distant view of Prima's temple and the light emanating from there getting moreso as she walks west-wards.]

... Blurr, I hope you're still all right. [She looks back to the screen right before she had been about to terminate the feed.] McCrane, seems you were right about multiple realities.

[With a lop-sided grin, Elita turns the feed off.]

((ooc: If you're closeby/around the south-western end of the Junk Pile towards Prima's Quadrant, welcome to bump into her.))

Comments

[invisiblepinkboat]

Before the war? And... I suppose, now after it.

[The junk makes everything a lot harder to imagine anything else, yes, but...]

Bright. Not just because it was closer to the suns, but there simply was a lot of lights. The planet was almost covered in buildings, so... [she looks away, towards the distant outline of a temple] this looks very bare to me.

... I'm not doing a good job of describing it, I think. [Elita laughs, quietly, shaking her helm. How do you describe a whole planet? Earth couldn't be summed up in a few short words either.]

[mccrane]

[He tries to imagine, and can't, and ends up simply smiling.] It sounds like a city. Even at night, there were lights, everywhere?

[invisiblepinkboat]

That's pretty accurate. Not that there weren't what you might term natural areas, but they were mostly confined to the edges of the Rust Sea, or the Manganese Mountains.

[She nods, slowly, thoughtfully.]

There had to be, especially after Cybertron went rogue when it was knocked out of its orbit. There could be quite a lot of interesting light reflections, like that.

[mccrane]

I would have liked to have seen it, Elita. I can't even imagine an entire city of robots.

[He wants to, though.]

Do you think they will be able to build that here, in time?

[invisiblepinkboat]

A whole planet, even, before... and now after the war.

[Her smile is easy, the brief melancholy washed away. Her planet was healing, and here..? Well, it hadn't even begun yet.]

If I understand it right, that's what's supposed to happen. The Firstforged would be... well, the first. After them comes the rest of us.

But like you say, that'll be in time, when everything is more settled.

[She looks up, frowning at the Lambda's tear in the sky.]

And, I suppose, after that has somehow been dealt with.

[mccrane]

I'd really rather not be here that long.

[Even as much as he did want to see what Elita meant.]

It will be easier to begin dealing with that when we're more established, though.

[invisiblepinkboat]

I think few of us want to do that. I know I certainly want to return home, even if this is... really an interesting chance.

[But she has obligations, friends and a Cybertron of her own to help protect.]

I suppose so, yes. Hopefully any scientists will be able to do something so we can go home and shut down that thing as well, so no one has to come after us.