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[soniamwheel]

[The first image you see of Jetfire is him waving his cane angrily at a bunch of acolytes.]

Don't you talk t'me about 'alternate universes'! I know 'em all! This isn't Cybertron! This is a joke! [He angrily stabs the ground with his cane. An acolyte approaches, but he quickly swats it away.] I'll not speakin' t'no drones! Where's your leader? [He aggressively pokes one of the acolytes in the face with his cane] Do ya even understand a word I'm even sayin'? Is anything gettin' through that one-bit processor o' yours? [Jetfire gets in the poor drone's face] Take - me - to - your - leader!

[Another drone attempts to pull Jetfire aside, but he whips back an arm and backhands the acolyte, knocking it to the ground. He turns and starts wailing on the little 'bot with his cane.] Tryin' t'sneak up on me, are you? Have you any idea who I am? My name's in history books! I was one of the first Seekers forged on Cybertron! The Mighty Jetfire! [He gives one last swift konk upside the drone's head, knocking the poor thing out.]

[And for a minute or so there's a bunch of old man complaining and muttering as he scuffles with the remaining acolytes. It's a blur of color and the communication link falls over, showing a lovely image of the dirt. The noises stop, and heavy footfalls shake the device; a second later, thick black claws pick up the communicator and hold it up, until Jetfire's old face is about pressed to the lens.] I'll not be havin' some half-arsed fairy-tale from the drones. Who's in charge here!? [And, oh lovely, black fuel-spittle sprays across the screen.] I'll take on all yer little pansy toys until you show yourself, "forgedfirsts"!

[Yeah, it was obvious Jetfire hadn't been totally listening. What he did catch he didn't understand. He's old, give him a break.]

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[Video]

[perfavore]

[Thankfully, Mirage is from after Jetfire's time on Earth. After he gave himself to Optimus as a spiffy new jetpack. So the whole Decepticon-thing is no issue. What IS an issue, however is your entire existence.]

...dio mio...

Is...Jetfire? That is you correct?

[Video]

[soniamwheel]

[Suddenly, Jetfire's face is... RIGHT THERE.]

Ya hard of hearin'? Got yer audiols switched off or somethin'? I bloody just said my name is Jetfire! Do none of you hatchlings listen to yer elders anymore?

... But I dunnae recognize you.

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[stabbywheelfeet]

...

You've got to be kidding.

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[soniamwheel]

Here's a joke fer ya, runt: what has two optics, a snotty mouth, an' a cane in their face? I'll give ye a minute to figure it out.

[Video]

[young_upstart]

[Whoa, they didn't get much older than that! Not even Kup needed a cane to get around!]

Hey, calm down old timer!

[Video]

[soniamwheel]

"Old timer"!? Old timer!?

I could open a space bridge and travel through fifteen galaxies and return here to smack you upside your fool-head in five nanosecs flat.

[Video]

[dirge]

B-...Blackout? What happened? Why are you so old?

[Video]

[soniamwheel]

I see this "Cybertron" [and he does rusty finger quotes, too] is full of smart-aft moron younglings-- Pay the frag attention when your elders talk!

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[namesnotprowl]

[Huh. He'd heard you ripped out your own spark there, pal. He'd also heard legends about Jetfire, and meeting the Seeker - even over the Link - was somewhat more lackluster than he'd always hoped.]

The drones... the acolytes aren't lying.

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[soniamwheel]

Lyin', tellin' the truth, makin' up stories as they go along, I ain't answering to no drones. Where is the management?

[im_wavin]

[The cane reminded him of Shockwave from his world, but only he wasn't as grumpy as this new arrival. Ravage watches the video and grins.]

Lul! U're funny!

[soniamwheel]

An' what the Hell are you?

[video]

[primest]

[After tuning into the new broadcast slightly late, he'd only caught Jetfire's name. For a brief moment, he'd been somewhat happy for a potential familiar face again even though his Jetfire would be totally miserable without Jetstorm. The initial reaction had been short lived, however, as he realized what he was looking at. His opics widened and his mouth hung open slightly as he watched Jetfire make a total hash of things on the video.]

Hey, old timer. You might wanna be careful with waving around that cane, you could take an optic out with that thing. [Oh god some of that background looks familiar. Please say the temples all have identical acolyte rooms]

[He winces at the spittle spray.] You might wanna calm the frag down as well, rusty.

[video]

[soniamwheel]

[IN YOUR FACE NOW] Ye got some brass bearings t'talk to me like that, boy. Do you have any idea how fast I can turn that big-chinned face o' yours into gelatin?

[Video]

[wherenobotsgone]

[Skyfire has to stare for a moment. Mostly because he's already imagining the fun that Starscream will have with this.

But then he remembers his manners.]

The drones are telling the truth, I'm afraid.

[Video]

[soniamwheel]

I'm old, but 'm'not gullible. [His tone suggests that, yes, he does realize this. He's just upset, okay.]

[Video]

[angleofscience]

[Jetfire... isn't sure what he's supposed to feel about all that, so let's just give him a moment where he drags a hand down his faceplates.]

I don't believe the drones deserve that sort of abuse, really, especially since they're speaking the truth. None of us, except the Acolytes and the Firstforged, which are thirteen but only seven are marginally available to us, are native to this reality.

[Video]

[soniamwheel]

Drones are drones are drones! I'll smack around a trash bin all I want!

Where are the Firstforged? Where can I find them? Here at this... temple?

[deadlydoctor]

Do you look like the first of everything. [Hod old are you mister?]Is your processor glitching? It happens when once is as old as dirt.

[Video]

[soniamwheel]

Me processors are in perfect working order. [snort] Old as dirt, you say? Then I suppose I'll turn you t'rubble, boyo.

Action...? I will change it if this is not okay o7

[raceme]

[A new lovely addiction to the Vector's Temple, Blurr can hear the yelling from his room. He runs to the great hall and crashes against the bigger mech's leg by accident when he gets there.]

works for me!

[soniamwheel]

[Oh, now you did it, kid. He doesn't so much as stumble, but he does slam his cane in the ground. Jetfire turns quickly, glaring vibrant red optics down at Blurr.] Ye don't look much like a drone. [He has to bend down to get closer; man, are Cybertronians getting tinier these days?] Ye wouldn't 'appen to be one of these... Firstforged, would ye? [GOD AND HE HOPES NOT]

[treacherous_widow]

[..... Slag. How is something that old still functioning?]

Remind me to offline myself if I ever get that old.

[soniamwheel]

[smirk] No one's stoppin' you now, miss. Helps t'cull the stupid if they die early on, don't y'think?

[Video]

[projecticeman]

[Well, well, well.]

Jetfire. How interesting to find you in this place as well.

[Oh how he wants to wring your neck, old mech.]

[Video]

[soniamwheel]

[AND HE BRISTLES] Of course we cannae go a universe without havin' someone the likes of you to mess up the place.

Though last I saw you, you were beaten to a near pulp an' hidin' behind your Master. Is he 'ere too?

[Video]

[littlecrowgirl]

OH MAN.

[Excuse her excitement, Jetfire. She's come to a stunning revelation.]

Robots come in angry grandpa flavor now?!


Quick, drink your prune juice.

[Video]

[soniamwheel]

[Oh.

OH GOD.

LOOK AT HOW SURPRISED ANGRY GRANDPA IS.]

The bloody 'Ell is this!?

Why is there a human on Cybertron!? Who let you on this planet, child!? I know "Earth" was hideous enough, but s'no excuse for humans bein' 'ere!

[video]

[sword_redemption]

Uh. Some of the first forged don't like their Acolytes treated that way.

[Just a tip?]

[video]

[soniamwheel]

Well, some offus don't really appreciate bein' taken from our universe an' thrown on some duplicate Cybertron.

'Sides, the trashbins will be fine. If any of these Firstforged made them, then they can stand a lickin'. [And he hits one semi-conscious drone on the head with his cane] See? It'll walk it off.