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[Have a new face, Haven – or most of one. Engineer hasn't bothered to take any of his gear off, so there's only so much to see: his eyes are covered by his goggles and a yellow construction helmet sits on his head. He clears his throat before addressing his potential audience, clearly a little uncertain about the Link device he's been given, but definitely intrigued by it. They don't have video communication quite this fancy back where (and when) he's from.]

I suppose the polite thing to do would be to introduce myself before I start asking questions. Name's Dell Conagher, though people tend to call me Engineer these days. I'll answer to either.

Now then, if it ain't too much trouble, I could use a little assistance and some information. I'm a reasonable man, but I'm also a rational one. I got the introductory speech from these here – uh, Acolytes, I think it was – and while it isn't the craziest thing I've ever heard, it's in the running. If I'm expected to believe I'm on another planet, I need a bit more of an explanation than these walking answering machines can provide. Heck, if I had to make a guess based on the level of technology I'm seeing here, I'd guess I'm in Australia. [Australia, of course, being a technological powerhouse in his reality. He pauses, turning to one of the Acolytes that's still hovering nearby in case the new arrival would like to hear its pre-programmed spiel again, and raps his knuckles against its ankle. Its only reaction is to cock its head to one side.] I know we ain't got anything quite this fancy back home, at any rate.

I'd be mighty thankful if someone could point me in the direction of the nearest cafeteria, while I'm making requests. I get the feeling I might be here a while and that half a sandwich I had for lunch won't keep me going forever.

Oh, and I believe I owe some fella by the name of Solus Prime a thank you for this here device? [A finger reaches out and taps the edge of the screen to indicate the Link device in his hand.] Sure is a neat little welcome package.

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Australia? Really?

[Hello, Engineer. Have a talking metal cat shaking it's head at you.]

And here I thought those Acolytes were supposed to be smart. -What more of an explanation do you need? I am perfectly aware of what Earth looks like, and even this Cybertron bears very little resemblance.

Australia? Well, maybe if Australia was in SPACE!

[Sorry, engi. This is your welcoming committee.]

Then again, if it was Australia in space, it'd need a new name. Like...Spactralia. It sounds sci-fi enough. All...movieish!

...but no, it's the real deal, mister! You're on another planet!

Last time I was on Earth, or Australia for that matter it didn't have two moons, ya know. Or both the moon and the planet made outta metals and metal ores.

[With a snort, Cliffjumper waves a hand in the air, shaking his helm. Seriously, just take a look outside, man.]

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[Oh, perfect. Another organic.]

Engineer. [Oh boy is he sneering at you. Smart organics have never been good news.]

If you'd listened to those drones, you'd know exactly what's going on. [Haha, hypocrisy.]

You're on Cybertron. Not... whatever Australia is.

Everything they told you is true. You're on an alien planet mostly inhabited by giant robots, but there are others - like you and I - who have been brought here too, surviving day by day. You've been branded by a Firstforged whose power supposedly protects you from the Big Baddies out in the Badlands.

Welcome. If you need help in regards to food and water, I've got you covered. [Here! Have this map to all the locations where you can find stuff for humans and whattnot, yay!]

I do not think Australia is quite big enough for this. The Acolytes are correct; this is a different planet.

[And yet it's much the same as home, at least for Strelok. Except coushier; there's no anomalies here and he doesn't have to worry about blood suckers or giant brains in jars. It's so nice.]

I am afraid it will only get more strange from here, Engineer. I am Strelok. Welcome to Cybertron.

Basic observation when you have the chance should provide enough proof to the conclusion that you are on another planet, so I doubt that'll be an explanation you need...

[Pausing, Jetfire rested his chin against his curled fist.]

And space travel is, technically, simple enough, but I doubt you'd be interested in that as more than an extrapolation of normal planetary travel, even if there's more to take into account when it comes to travelling through space.

So what sort of... er, explanation are you looking for?

If you need a lift to the Hub, I'd be glad to take you there.

And, uh, also, I think Solus Prime is a she.

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