[The light as the feed comes on to show Elita's smiling - if badly lit - faceplates is a faint but intense blue, disappearing the light of her optics and highlighting the visible part of her pink frame in a blue glow. She also looks strangely reflective at the moment. Wet, almost.]

I've been exploring the buildings around the temples I think a wave of refugees that were here before us have made, since they don't exactly match up with the style, sophistication or methods used by the Firstforged.

[Yes, she could tell this; reconnesaince should be used for something while not in a combat or search and rescue/kill situation, right?]

And I think anyone of the mechanoid persuasion will like what I've found so far. [Her grin widens and she zooms out a bit, but the view doesn't get much more clearer; there's faint wisps of steam around her, but by now it's obvious some of the glow is actually... some sort of liquid gathering and sliding off her frame.

Also, the transmission now includes three sets of coordinates; one belonging to a building at the bottom of a crater in Nexus Prime's Quadrant, one for a set of buildings on one of the balcony terraces halfway down Liege Maximo's mountain, and the last for wherever Elita is, which happens to be somewhere off the tunnel that leads to Solus Prime's temple; a side-tunnel someone utilized in some way.]

The coordinates lead to washracks. [Her grin widens, pleased but also relaxed.] All three of them are somewhat different from eachother, so I think they've been made by mechs from... ah... different realities? [A small shrug, and there's a splash of liquid of some sort accompanying the movement.]

They all work, but there's nothing else but the basic set-up, so no mesh cloths, no wax, no polish or anything else. The only thing I haven't been able to find is if there's any cleaning facilities for the organics among us, but I'm... hardly suited to explore any human-sized spaces if there were.

[She pauses, frowning and then shrugs again, then slides down a bit.]

But I'd think, since humans seem to need water a lot, the best bet would be close to any of the frozen pools around Liege Maximo's temple, or surrounding the lakes in Alpha Trion's.

[Now excuse her as she goes back to soaking in this mineral-infused energon pool.]

I was debriefed on the situation at hand. I will say this: temporal displacement is specifically against all laws known to me. However, since this was ... an accident and not due in part to any present individuals that I know of, it seems that this is an issue I'll have to let go of.

That aside, I do have other pressing matters at hand.

I am Ultra Magnus, second in command of the Lost Light and agent of the Tyrest Accord. Rodimus, if you are present, respond.

Any other members of the Lost Light should report to me immediately.

If there's anyone else who feels they need to give me additional information, I will accept.

Ultra Magnus, out.

[The feed clicks on and Wing raises a hand to greet you. He's looking every bit himself again, though his usual cheer is replaced with a determined solemnity. The new Police Headquarters building stands behind him, from which he's obviously just emerged, with the light of Prima's temple shining from the distance.]

Fellow Haveners,

The last time I addressed you all in this fashion I was very much not myself, as many of you already know. Aside from not looking like myself, I was also suffering from a decidedly altered state of mind and morality, through no fault of my own. Unfortunately, I believe many others here may have also suffered because of it.

But first: Any issues you have with words or actions you assume were Drift's during that period, the week before last, know that they were mine instead. Due to Alpha Trion's pages, I looked near identical to Drift while he looked nothing like himself during that time. I do not wish him blamed for my actions or those perpetrated by my dark counterpart. If you have issues, please bring them to me.

[His head hangs in silence, gathering his thoughts. The weight of this is obviously heavy upon him, but he bears it with the quiet, composed grace of someone who has done much introspection. When he speaks, his tone carries both strength and empathy.]

I wish to extend a dutiful and sparkfelt apology for the wrongs incurred due to my words or deeds during that time. I can't tell you how much it pains me that I may have, even unintentionally, undermined your trust in me, damaged friendships or tarnished respect. It would never be my intention to deliberately slander, harm, make uncomfortable or otherwise create malcontent in this community.

[He cycles a ventilation here, slightly uncomfortable. Because though that's 99% true, he's fully aware that part of him bares little shame in his plots to kill Prism. That's something he's still trying to reconcile with his own values.]

As much as self exile is a fitting penance for someone such as I, which is why I have been out of touch of late, I realize it does little for the community which I have wronged. As such I would like to offer recompense to those my dark counterpart called out directly, in the form of one task or favor you wish of me. Such a task can be any of your choosing, so long as it is within my ability, though I do reserve the right to refuse on moral grounds...

If you feel such a thing is not necessary or refuse the offer for any other reason I will respect that, but remember I do this for you as much as myself, as it is part of my personal process of atonement.

Feel free to contact me publicly or privately, however you feel most safe. I urge anyone to please bring me any questions or concerns you have, I will field them all regardless of what you have to say, pleasant or not. I owe you all that much.

I'm sorry it took me this long to bring you apology, but it's taken me some time to get right with myself before being able to offer the same to all of you. You have my endless gratitude for your patience and understanding. By the Guiding Hand, I wish you all well.

[The video turns on to show Miko as she tries to smother a yawn. She didn't look particularly well rested either. She gives a little embarrassed look followed by a smile.]

Hey guys, I found something super cool in the junk pile, and it took me all day to dig it out, but I've got it now.

[Her voice even sounds a bit tired, though the focus shifts off of her as she turns the com to show a drum set that had been roughed up a little, but was all there.]

I was wondering if any one know how to [Her question was broken with the sound of a yawn.] play?

[The video shifts strangely the sound of a heavy thump and the clatter of the com on the ground coming over the line. When the video settles out Miko looks like she, quite literally, fell asleep where she was, just to the side of the junk pile, curled up on the ground as if it were a bed.]

((OOC Note: Miko has been approved for a canon update and so won't be waking up to people's voices or even if they come to her to check on her. An acolyte of Nexus Prime will be taking her back to where she woke up in the temple. People are free to react to the post over the link or in person. Miko will be waking up in a few days.))

[There is a lot of neon on the screen right now. Orange, green, yellow, it's all so very bright... What kind of bot would choose such a paint job? One that looks incredibly like the Prime Wheeljack, that's who. In fact were it not for the paint job, that blindingly bright neon green 'Con symbol and that face, this guy could probably pass himself off as Wheeljack.]

Cybertron, huh? Same planet, different universe, or whatever - if this even is any of that. Doesn't matter... The war started yet? It's only a matter of time, really. We'll all end up offlined and rusted. No avoiding it. I'm probably going to starve here.

[He vents a sigh.]

What's the point?

[Well isn't he just a bundle of sunshine and rainbows!]