[Audio/Video] Totally not compensating for anything, nope.

[cliffjumper]

Absolute glitchin' slag.

[There's more insults than those being muttered over the audio, but they're kept at a lower pitch, and the noises of metal or other items being thrown around obscures some of it.]

One of these days I'm actually gonna get to stay put an' where the slag--- [Either the speaker just stumbled over something, or yanked something out of a pile.] Finally! Ugh. Okay.

[And then have video and a red cybertronian with sensor horns leaning against... a very large cannon (or is he just that small?).]

Any of you find a large sniper rifle calibrated for someone my height before I do, I'd appreciate if you ask me if it's mine.

[Because that thing was made for him, so. And while sniper rifles aren't his favourite weapon, he's picked up the talent and he came here with it... as his found cannon can testify. Cliffjumper grunts and drags a hand down his faceplates.]

Got the basics, blah blah, besides that what is the situation? An' for the information, apparently even TransTech, who proclaimed themselves quite above the rest of us, can't make proper stellar span.... er, space bridges.

[He's not going to assume anyone he knows... from either two dimensions or Axiom Nexus is here. And the real kicker? He has the vaguest impression he sort of bounced briefly into the negative polarity universe before coming here, but he's not sure and that, along with his missing weapons, is just torqueing him off.]

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[idle_time]

Guess our only option is to stay tuned for more information.

[cliffjumper]

Yeah, was afraid you'd suggest that. I hate waitin'.

[Cliffjumper doesn't bother to hide his groan at that.]

[idle_time]

The waiting is the hardest part when you don't know what bat-time or bat-channel your show will be on.

Wish we could attempt to adjust our reception. Not sure I trust the studio executives around here.

[cliffjumper]

[That... takes a bit longer to get, Cliffjumper frowning, but at least he does have some pop-culture and similar to rely on, as well as around twenty years of exposure to Earth culture.]

... Pretty much, yeah. Just know the other brakepad's gonna drop at some point.

[Cliffjumper just grimaces at the last, because while he's a lot better than before (by a rather impressive margin), it's hard to say if he could, or should, trust anyone he's not talked to before... At the same time, you kind of have to in these sort of situations.]

Or anyone else. If they're tellin' the truth, the issue is whether we can count on 'em to have our interests in mind an' not just theirs or this Cybertron's.

[And that... could go either way. And he's not too sure about the Firstforged on a general level, because he can't really remember any stories much about them to give any pointers.]

[idle_time]

[Wreck-Gar has even less context, truthfully, for interpreting this all than many of the others. Cybertron is not his world, but the world of his ancestors. He'd never seen it, nor set foot on it, until little more than a couple of years ago. And now he was on a new one.]

Step right up, take a spin, and keep an eye out for the man behind the curtain.

[cliffjumper]

[Cliffjumper chuckles and shakes his helm.]

Yeah, something like that.

[idle_time]

[Wreck-Gar nods slowly.]

Stay safe out there, loyal viewer.