There's a moment in your life when you say to yourself ‘things can't possibly get better’…[By his tone of voice, it’s clear that he means that in a very ironical way. Someone's really irritable today.] …and then the universe proves you wrong.

I want to know where I am and what is that thing. [Knock Out points at his firelizard, perched on top of the highest shelf of the clinic, hissing at him. He can sense that something is really wrong with Knock Out and doesn't want to approach the mech.

The medic, on the other hand, knows way too well what is wrong with him but has no idea why he's in the middle of a clinic that has an office with his name on a door and why the little predacon-like-creature looks like his former partner.]

I want to know who thought it would be a good idea to mess with my chassis and give me that horrid tattoo, from all things.

[Does all this complain sound familiar? For those who were already here when KO arrived the first time might see some similarities.]

[When the storm hit, a certain two Autobots were out in the middle of nowhere, conversing on topics of delicate nature. When the pillar came down, the two of them were knocked down into a hole where they had been stuck in for the past couple of days. It’s not a big hole either, they’ve been stuck chest to chest for almost three days and it’s been a very uncomfortable experience so far, especially considering that they don’t know what’s going on.

What makes it worse is that their communicator is just beyond their reach.]

Prowl, I think it might be on this time!

Might be on? What changed?

[The sound of snow and dirt shifting leaves a small pause as Prowl attempts to turn and see the communicator behind him. It’s not very successful.]

Maybe something fell on it? If only it were just a little bit closer…

[Prowl settles back in place.]

This is a distress message from an unknown location. We are officers of the starship the Peaceful Resolution and were separated from our ship. We are trapped in between rock structures on an unfamiliar planet.

[He’s going to attempt to make this professional regardless of how stupid they look.]

If you can hear this, we require an immediate assist.

You really expect me to believe this scrap? That I'm on another Cybertron?

[The fembot seethes as she glares at her communication device. What a time to be randomly and pointlessly kidnapped! Decacycles of humiliation and posturing will go to waste if she doesn't get back to her team.]

Wildrider? Motorhead? Dead End? Heck I'd even take Breakdown. Any of you out there?

...

Answer me!

[With that the camera suddenly swivels in all directions as she throws her device at the wall with as much force as her stupidly tiny Autobot form can muster.]

Great, now there's a dent in the wall.

[She sounds pissed off about that too.]