[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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[ichooseboth]

I don't plan on hiding.

[Even if he has no intentions of running around, advertising his presence. He has beyond-valuable intelligence he needs to get back home, to his own world and own time. He can't afford to lose it all.

Optimus looks Cliffjumper over briefly, searching for his mark.]

Do you have a glyph on you? A glowing mark? It will tell you which Firstforged you can seek shelter with.

[cliffjumper]

Uh, yeah.

[He turns enough to show it, which happens to be Vector Prime's glyph.] I got the impression from the... Acolyte? or whatever, that this is the place whichever this Firstforged the glyph belongs to is.

[He shrugs a bit, uncertain if he wants to stay here, but at least he'll have a guarantee of somewhere to do so.]

[ichooseboth]

[He 'hmms' briefly, nodding with an amused smile.]

Then you must be in Vector Prime's temple. ...How fitting.

[cliffjumper]

[That reaction makes Cliffjumper sort of mentally pause, optics narrowing... more in confusion than suspicion, but still.]

Fitting? Why?

[ichooseboth]

Because he is the Prime who's powers and skills revolve around time and space. Possibly even dimensional travel, if some works I have read are to be believed.

And you seem to have experienced a...great deal of that, my friend.

[cliffjumper]

... You gotta be fraggin'--- [He's not angry, and he chokes off his sentence with laughter - incredulous such, but still - than swearing.]

Yeah... okay, I agree. Fitting.

[Cliffjumper shakes his helm, a chuckle spilling out before he reins it in and then focuses back on Optimus.]

Should probably find a room an' stuff, and I promised to catch up with Megatron an' Soundwave [he shakes his helm again, somewhat surprised still they're actually here as well] but you ain't gettin' off the hook either.

Meet up later?

[ichooseboth]

[He chuckles, shooting Cliffjumper a small, two-fingered salute.]

Of course. I will see you then.