[ The video feed rolls to life to show... A relatively small green and yellow bot perched on the edge of a berth, grumbling sulkily to himself as he scratches at his arm. Waspinator? Whining? Yeah, nothing new here. Except for the whole falling-through-timespace thing. Actually that's not all that new either. Slag. ]

Mnnnzz... Wazzzpinator try his hardest every day and then someone come in while Waspinator unconscious and draw on Waspinator's arm. What Wazzzpinator do to deserve thiz?

[ Unless this has something to do with the whole defecting from the Predacons thing, in which case he pleads temporary insanity. He ceases to pick at the glyph on his arm and instead turns his attention to the feed. Maybe Megatron will take him back if he pleads enough. ]

Hmmmnzzz...

If Waspinator say he sorry, can Wazzzpinator go home? Waspinator has alwayzzz been loyal to Megatron--Waspinator was just having bad day!

[ #priorities ]

[Pharma is busy putting away tools when the video turns on. His acolyte, who's usually bustling around while the medic addresses the camera is no where to be seen.

It should be worth noting that Pharma is actually holding the tools he's putting away.]

I'm afraid the vast repertoire of hand jokes are no longer going to be relevant. Loathe as I am to take away everyone's fun, I thought you should all know that I'm now better equipped to treat patients.

[The new hands are sleek and well crafted, just the right shade of blue, and.... claws.]

Not that I wasn't capable before. But it's much more convenient this way.

[The video flicks on, to a view of a purple-and-silver mech with a very distinctive (and very red) V-shaped visor. He's poking and prodding around the glyph on his arm delicately, like it might explode in his face if he so much as looks at it too hard. He looks back to the camera after a moment.]

I was in the middle of something. Those lights aren't going to re-activate themselves.

[He pauses and ducks his head after saying that.] Sorry. I guess it will just have to wait until I get back... whenever.

Uhm. Could someone maybe... maybe tell me more about this? [He taps the symbol on his arm. He's sure it has something to do with where he is because he doesn't get overcharged often enough to have had this tattooed on.]

And if someone could tell me where the other vehicons are I'd. Really appreciate it. Thank you.

((OOC: Anyone that's in Solus's temple is welcome to run across him and actionspam it up in here!))

[The video feed is turned on, focusing on the face of a large, white mech with a very distinctly... worried and concerned expression. Guys, guys he was just under several feet of ice guys how did this happen what is this even-]

I have learned a few things from the ah... acolytes within this temple, but I have more questions for those who have been brought here.

My name is Skyfire, is there anyone here who would recognize that name?

[He's not going to mention any names specifically, but there's a definite hopeful lift to his tone.]

I'm looking for any other Autobots there may be out there as well... Even if I do not know you now, I would still like to learn more about you. It isn't necessary of course, but... it seems only right that we all get to know each other.

 [The video feed clicks on, as someone just now seemed to get their Link working. And it seems to show...an interesting individual, although judging from the company that Cybertron seems to keep, it might not be all that out of the ordinary. There's a hand to it's...chin, as if he's thinking about something that clearly has his mind perplexed.  He'd just been in the air a few minutes ago. How did he end up...on the ground? Inside a building?

Maybe using this thing would help him figure out where he was. After all, he had to get back to Sternbild immediately. The acolytes proved to be less than helpful in their explanation. For all he knew, Cybertron was just another place. He took the information with a fuzzy head, and didn't consider any questions until right now.

Might as well make a good first impression! He throws up a salute, nodding towards the screen.]

Hello, citizens! My name is Sky High, the King of Heroes! It is an honor to meet you, however I do admit I require some assistance.  It seems I have crash-landed in what appears to be an unfamiliar surrounding!

[He sounds so...upbeat about that.]

I must return home as quickly as possible. Thank you! and again, thank you!

[It goes without saying that Ironhide doesn't appreciate waking up in an unfamiliar room AND have a tattoo of some kind stuck on his arm without his knowing. Maybe there were weirdos out there who like this sort of thing, but Ironhide is proud to not be one of them.

Several possibilities pop into his mind, and none of them good. Most of them involve Decepticons. This is good because that means he doesn't have to hold back, though why'd they let him keep his weapons is completely beyond him...]

I figure this place has about ten seconds before I blow it to pieces, so for your sakes I'd better get some answers before then.

Also if any you Decepticons wanna dance, I have a party waiting right here for you.

[There's a click and one of Ironhide's giant cannons is displayed in full view. He's going to shoot something before this post is done one way or another, you can count on that.]