[If anyone happens to be in the right place at the right time somewhere in temple of Megatronus, at the time, there does exist a slight chance of running into a purple Cybertronian muttering to himself. He may or may not be as insane as that would imply.]

Well, this is quite the interesting development. Yes. The very dawn of Cybertron itself, simply waiting for history to be once again conveniently modified? Very carefully, of course...

I must say, it does all sound far too convenient.

[And now for a serious and not remotely suspicious sounding video broadcast. Someone paid close attention during orientation, yes, but didn't get something answered.]

Ahem. Greetings. Presuming that anyone is paying attention to this channel, I have a question. Yes. Exactly how populated would this "new" Cybertron be? Surely I cannot be the only one "accidentally" brought here. No.

[That'd be just too easy. And such things are never made easy.]

[While he hasn't been overly social as of late--outside of hanging out with Blades here and there and fanboying over Prime, Smokescreen has been at least keeping tabs on everything. So he knows that things have been kind of weird.

And now he's worried because he hasn't heard from or seen certain individuals in awhile.]

Has anyone seen Prime--my Prime, the one from mine and Bulkhead's home? I haven't been able to track him down.

[And he's worried. Because he doesn't want to lose his father figure leader.]

Not that I don't think Optimus can't take care of himself or anything...I'm just wanted to report in. You all know how it goes, right?

[He fidgets a bit, doorwings drooping some as he glances over at the lake.]

...Bulkhead? Wheeljack? Cliffjumper? You guys alright too?

[Before, Ambulon's shoddy red-white paint job mostly consisted of scratches, patches, and a few grooves. Now, however, most of his true colors are showing through on his chest and down his right arm, splattered with chipping white. Been too busy, too stressed, not caring anymore - whatever you wish to believe, as it's probably a likely combination of all three. Nonetheless, he does look stressed, if not irritated, annoyed, and... a little scared.]

I'm not sure who I go to for this specific request, but I am in need of a weapon. I don't suppose we have any of those lying around? [He's too on edge to even smirk at his own weak joke.] I don't even think we have any rules on firearm possession on this Cybertron, so I like to believe I don't have to trudge through paperwork in order to get one. [The hesitation is an unspoken "I'll steal something if I must."]

I figure, however, that those who possess the means of attaining a weapon would be those affiliated with the local law enforcement.

I'd really prefer going about this the more "legal" way, instead of resorting to the black market - or the equivalent here - or speaking to the Firstforged. Considering the fact there are psychopaths still running rampant, I doubt they'd offer much in way of protection. [The word burns with embarrassment.]

[a beat]

Also, I highly recommend avoiding Tarn. And for the police officers - if you do attempt to apprehend him, you'd best do so in an organized pack with all the force you've got. [He's not gonna admit you'd probably fail, however, because that's not good mojo.]