[Blackarachnia appears on screen with what looks like a basic room behind her. The she-spider turns slight to glance around once more before turning her attention back to her broadcast.]

This wasn't exactly what I was expecting when I said yes to JoJo.

[She prods a bit at the shiny glyph on her upper arm and frowns a bit. Yeah, she's not happy to have the mark on her.  Why couldn't boys keep their grubby hands to themselves? Well, better find out what the deal with this place is and to find the moronic hero that won't leave her alone.]

Has anyone seen a dopey looking mutt with wings? He's hard to miss so if you see him, send him my way.

If you want to know what to look for, look up. If it looks like someone took a dog and crossed it with an eagle, you got the right mutt.

...And don't get him talking. He'll never shut up.

[The camera comes on and there’s a beat of hesitation. Drift is not known for leadership skills. But he’s trying. Because Ultra Magnus’s chiding last time had stung. He hadn’t stepped up. He wouldn’t make that mistake again. He glances over at Wing, as though waiting a cue and receiving a minuscule nod.]

So, we have some new arrivals. Who arrived just like we did, apparently: in the Junk Pile, with no one to meet them and help them.

Their immediate need is for safety and food and lodging. They’re our responsibility. They’re ours, in many cases. We need to come together to help them.

[He steps back, looking a bit worriedly at Wing. For all Wing's weary appearance--pale optics, limp pinions and audial flares that look woefully crumpled--he still gives a reassuring smile and steps forward.]

We'd like to invite these new arrivals to Haven's Hub. Much of it is still being built, but there's a bar that's almost finished where you can find sustenance and a place to rest in safety until we figure out something better.

To find it from the Junk Pile, point yourself towards the light coming from the mountain to the south--that's Prima's Temple. You can find the Hub on the outskirts of the Junk Pile on your way there.

We're all refugees here so it's nothing fancy, but it's fuel, food and shelter if you want it.

[Wing smiles more brightly this time, returning to Drift's side.]

Know that you're welcome.

( Locked to Swerve )

[This isn't where he was supposed to be. He was on the roof just a second ago. Why... why is he in the temple now? It doesn't make any sense.]

[And then the feeling of loss sets in. Considering he can no longer recall the events leading up to, and including the fight with Overlord, he can only assume this loss is of memory itself. The most important thing he has...]

[... needless to say, when it finally occurs to him to grab the Link and make a call, he sounds utterly frantic.]

Someone -- please. I don't know what happened. I...

[He actually needs a moment to calm down enough to speak.]

... My memory is... there is something missing. I can feel -- I can feel it!

Please. Help.

[This is the most distressing thing in the world... at least until someone tells him he was dead a minute ago.]

[ Have an extremely pissy looking red and yellow robot. He's got a pretty impressive scowl at the moment, and points directly at the video feed accusingly. He's still standing in the junk pile, his armor a bit scratched up from his landing. Not his most pristine moment and he's pretty aware of it. ]

Hey, what's up with all this? Do you know who I am? I'm Rodimus! Rodimus Prime! You can't just take me away from my crew without my permission and dump me in a heap of garbage. This is kidnapping.

[ His optics narrow and he crosses his arms. ]

I'll give whoever is responsible one chance to come forward and tell me where I am or else there's going to be bigger problems.

[The voice that comes over the Link is tired, grizzled and weirdly sounds--clogged, or a tiny bit slurred, like the person speaking is drugged or in pain or just woke up or sat through one of Optimus Prime's speeches.]

Alright, I'm assuming there's a Very Good Reason I woke up in what amounts to a garbage tip. And I want to hear it sooner rather than later, because somewhere along the line I lost my unit, and I need them back, now.

In unharmed condition.

Misfire. Crankcase. Spinister. [as smoothly as he had the others] Fulcrum. Report, if you're here. I want a full debriefing from any of you, in person--let's regroup and... well.

Let's not get too ambitious. Let's just regroup, and take it from there.

Hello? Anyone--Oh, slag, wait--

[The camera finally turns on and a frustrated looking Hound appears, his expression brightening a touch once he realizes the piece of tech is working the way he wants it to be now.]

There we go. Hound reporting in. I'm trying to contact the crew of the Lost Light, if anyone is out there listening to this and watching it. I'm not sure how I got here, I think something might have messed up again like it did when we left Cybertron but I would really like to get back to the ship.

[He glances at something out of view of the camera, optics flickering with an interested sort of look.]

It's..weird because this planet looks like Cybertron but there's a few differences I'm noticing as well, mostly stuff familiar to what we saw on planet Earth.

[Not that he's complaining because it's a bit of a dream come true for him. Hound focuses on the camera again, an almost sheepish look there as he rubs the back of his neck with his free hand.]

I guess what I'm looking for is transport? Or at least a sign that everyone is okay?

To all of the new refugees:

I am Ultra Magnus. Second-in-command of the Lost Light, the duly appointed enforcer of the Tyrest Accord, second-in-command of the local law enforcement of this Cybertron, and one of the members of the law committee.

Many of you are arriving with concerns and questions, naturally. We understand; many of us are here to assist you. Should you find your questions unanswered, I will attempt to guide you. However, I will admit, there are many things I don't yet know, but I will work to find you an answer. The circumstances of your arrival have been curious. [And worrisome.]

Wing and Drift are offering a location for your temporary stay. Perhaps we could work on something slightly more personable for you in the future. That can be a project worth arranging if Haven's Hub does not have enough space.


To remaining citizens:

Blurr has begun a memorial service in regards those lost to us and the dead. If you wish to pay your respects, perhaps you should observe what he's done.

I am aware of First Aid's murder. I will investigate. I will find who was responsible. And they will be brought to justice. This is not a promise, it is a fact. A truth.

I request that you remain as helpful and welcoming to our new arrivals as much as you can be.


( Private to the Firstforged )

No…wait..stay put…I…shh…down boy, boy..I’m trying to…right..Frank…stop…there…STAY THERE…good boy…good…

[Blurr is at first talking to someone off camera but he quickly turns to face the screen.]

* Eh-hem*

The Lambda's activity increased la lately and I WANTED to welcome all the new arrivals and let them know that the Police Force's main headquarters is located in _{Prima's Quadrant} If you require any sort of assistance or you have any problems don't hesitate to contact us W-E have a secondary station in Megatronus's quadrant that one’s still under construction...[McCrane didn't have time to finish it and then he got killed, Blurr looks saddened for a brief moment.] Tomorrow night there will be a fireworks ceremony in memorial of those who died...

[Suddenly something silver and very fast moves in front of the screen and on Blurr’s lap, waving his tails excitedly and knocking him backwards.]

…iiiiiIIIIIIiiIEEEeeeeeHHhhhhheeee…F-Frank..down boy..down..I have no more energon goodies for you ..I…I said down…oh scrap.

[Blurr sits up and now he has a very excited silver creature with fox-like characteristics in his arms. He’s trying to hold it down so he can finish his transmission.]

I found this fella when I was heading to the badlands yesterday  let’s not talk about that....he doesn’t have a glyph but the acolytes say he’s probably not going to cause any trouble...he’s easily excitable though..and I still need to get him a collar SO if you see Frank running around please don’t shoot him.

And one last thing…Does anybody know how humans really reproduce? Starscream mentioned that one stings the other with something but all sounded really weird and I’m curious now.