[The video opens with Blurr holding a datapand and looking serious and professional. Behind him there's 'Buddy', his assigned acolyte, who has been repainted with Vector's color so Blurr can tell him apart from the others acolytes.]

Greetings everyone.

To all of the new refugees;

My name is Blurr, Second-in-command of the Police Force. If you find yourself in need of aid please don't doubt to come to us, we will do everything in our power to ensure your safety.

To remaining citizen;:

Recently there has been more activity regarding the Lambda. I'm here to announce that the following members of the Police Force had gone missing: Albert Heinrich, Chromedome, Perceptor, Power Joe and Prowl.

Because of this, the Police Force will go thought a restructuring and shift rescheduling so we can be more efficient and cover all the territory of the Haven in safer way. I'll keep you updated.

On a much happier note, Miss Cinderella had joined our group as the new secretary of the Headquarters. Let's all give her a warm welcome.

That's all for today, thank you for your attention.

Huh. Ain't the way I was expectin' to get to Cybertron, but not like I'm gonna complain at the end result.

[Have a massive brute of a Cybertronian everyone. From the look of things, he's still hanging out where he woke up- in Megatronus' temple. A few of his acolytes are barely visible in the background, largely hidden behind Breakdown, though they seem to be...well, cleaning. Evidently, he didn't take waking up in a strange place well. Something made evident enough when he turns to address them, and some of the remains are plainly visible.]

Sorry 'bout the mess, didn't know you were friendlies! Make it up to ya later!

[...yep. He'd just gone and straight out dismantled the first Acolyte he saw. And then the next. And a third. He was working through the fourth before any were able to calm him down enough to explain what was going on. Par for the course, really. The guy didn't exactly have a good track record when it came to booting up in strange places. Or for keeping a level head once his energon started pumping.]

This whole setup means Lord Megatron won, right? I mean, the mechs here answer to someone callin' themselves Megatronus, so that's gotta be a good start.

[Have fun bursting that bubble. Granted, you might want to consider the risk involved before making the attempt.]

 [ a. audio + video

What flickers on the feed is a security camera, looking into a bone white facility, accented with blacks. Someone's redone the place. There are massive amounts of different parts strewn everywhere, prosthetics, etc. Clawed arms move about, strewing things further around the room, into organized, larger tables. One looks like a pod, a sleek little white one, with a red eye. Another looks like the layout for another human shaped body.

The audio is obviously overlaid, a recording from...1975. On Earth, obviously.

For about half the song there's no movement, but then from a corner of the room, you see an enormous arthropod, numerous legs beginning to twitch and move. It looks to be outfitted with a harness. It lies still, only righting itself onto it's feet after a minor struggle. A smaller, more slender body steps into view, approaching it. The centipede doesn't move any further, the movements stunted and sharp, like it was struggling. GLaDOS squints, looking critical. 

b. scavenging for energon

Find her. Go on, find the smaller, slender GLaDOS walking about, no longer limping or hobbling, looking for...well. She won't tell you. Energon cubes, most likely. Anything. She's scavenged enough of everything else this long, how hard could energon be? That, or you've found her with some, and she's on her way back to her facility. Question her, or don't. ]

[When the feed turns on, it's shaking violently and rhythmically. Kevin's communicator is sticking out of the pocket of his cargo shorts, capturing the landscape of the Badlands as
he makes a break for the Haven.

It's not until he's safe inside its walls a few minutes later that he takes out his phone and lets the feed broadcast his face. He's surprised to see it's already recording, but from the look of him, he's got more important things to worry about.

Kevin's got cuts and bruises all over his arms and face. Most of them are superficial, but a few on his upper arms look deep and caked with dried blood. More than that, though, he looks so much more unkept. His hair's matted and longer, and the clothes that once hung loose around his skinny frame are now taut and ill-fitted. Even a Cybertronian might be able to tell that they look uncomfrotable.

He's a lot calmer now than he had been the "first" time he'd been on the Network. Back then, he'd been angry and confused. Now, he's just... exhausted. And maybe, if you're good at reading human expressions, you can see a little fear in his eyes as he speaks.]

What happened?

How long was I goone this time?

[Wow, what was that, a glitch in his voice box?]

Does anyone remember me?