[ The feed is audio-only, seeing as Perceptor is doing little more than trawl for data at the moment. He's curt and sounds rather distracted, but it's only because he's in the middle of attempting to take in as much of the Link as is possible. Thank Primus for multitasking. ]

Perceptor here. If any of the crew of the Lost Light are present, I would appreciate being made aware of it.

[ There's a pause as he makes a quiet sound of interest, apparently having stumbled upon something that catches his eye, then his attention turns back to the feed. ]

Those willing to extrapolate on the current situation would also be welcome.

[The picture is, at first, an extreme close up, but it slowly pulls out to reveal the face and upper torso of Wreck-Gar. He regards his own communicator with a puzzled expression for a moment, but this quickly passes and fades into seriousness. Sky can be seen in the background.]

Consider if you will, the following situation: Wreck-Gar, leader of the Junkions and ally to the Autobots has suddenly found himself on Cybertron. But not the Cybertron he knows, oh no. He’s taken a left at Albuquerque, found that signpost up ahead. Now looking to find his way home and return to his people, he instead finds himself going where no Junkion has gone before, finding new life and a new civilization on a brand new Cybertron.

In a world like new—that’s a money back guarantee—one cannot help but wonder who controls the horizontal and the vertical? And, can one Junkion find his place? And will he ever make the Leap home?

Are there any Autobots out there in radio-land tonight? If so, we'd love for you to be our eleventh caller and put you on the air.

[Behold! A new voice on the network. And... it sounds decidedly uncertain. Maybe a little shaky.]

[Hey, when you get electrocuted by thousands of volts out of nowhere before waking up somewhere you've never seen, you're bound to sound a little off. Not to mention completely overwhelmed.]

[And quite honestly, he doesn't know what to say right now. Asking the empty air for help? In a place he's never even heard of? Surrounded by sights and sounds and robots utterly foreign? That seems... odd. But what choice does he have?]

Someone... please. [He hesitates.] I don't understand what's happened.

I --

[And here is where the first bit of real panic seems to show through. Sure, he got the explanation, but--] I don't remember coming here. Or ever hearing of such a place.

Please answer me.

[This wasn't Chicago. The humans had...interesting architecture, but not something this eclectic even came from the 'modern art' that they seemed to love so much. While the alcolytes had done their job in explaining the situation, Mirage's mind was far too busy processing everything else. He was taken from a rather...high tension moment, as in...minutes before his execution, and was nonetheless worried about his comrades.

He's quick to turn his communication device on, attempting to at least stay CIVIL even though he's pretty much churning with anger on the inside..]

Ah...buongiorno.  It seems I have been transported to Cybertron. I will question as to why it is not a lifeless husk later.  For now, I am looking for any of my comrades.

Bumblebee. Sideswipe. Do you copy?

...Human Lennox?

[His tone is rather even, his deep voice trailing off after every other sentence. He's expecting a snarky reply from Sideswipe at any second now.

Any second now.]