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[Wow Cybertron, how long has it been since Crow's bothered the network? A day or so? Well, Crow figures it's time he did it again.

The robot looks more worse for wear, if you define worse for wear as shell-shocked. Because shell-shocked describes the robot pretty well...among other words.

The robot stares straight into the screen until words finally manage to tumble out of his system.]

That was the worst date ever. Never ever EVER date a glove.

[That's all he needed to say before he flipped this communicator off. Anyone know what that was about?]

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[Just. Give him a moment.]

Four did what?

[His voice briefly rises at the last word, but Jetfire's expression is quickly collected into something calmer - if very tight.]

How in the Matrix did that happen?

She led me into a trap and had big lamp-face science guy take me apart!

I DIDN'T EVEN GET A KISS!

... Ah.

[Apparently he should've paid more attention to Four.]

I'll see what I can do to make sure it doesn't happen again. You should find a medic to make sure everything is all right.

[Subtle dig at Shockwave, because the mech had obviously gone through the effort of putting the little robot together after his... session.]

[Four's a sneaky little sociopath, that's the problem.]

...you guys actually have robot doctors?

[The closest he had to a doctor was Joel.]

I'm not gonna need to turn and cough am I?

[That is an issue indeed. Hopefully he can... mitigate that development.]

We do, yes. [He smiles slightly at that, despite the current mood and what just happened.] Somebody needs to have the knowledge and tools to repair everyone else, don't they?

And, er... I wouldn't know. But at least Red Alert and Ambulon would be sincere in finding out if something is wrong and help you if they can.

Yeah, that's true. Guess when you're made of a bowling pin and a hockey mask, you expect things to break down.

...with names like Red Alert and Ambulon did they really have a choice for career?

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[He can't quite keep a straight face at that, and the upper edge of an optic raises up. Well, hopefully any medics will be able to help if it's needed.]

Erm, yes. I suppose so.

And, ah. Well, the Red Alert from my reality is actually a security director, so there's no hard and fast rule, though designations do sometimes give an indication of occupation, yes. Ambulon, I believe, could also be related to ambulate, so wouldn't necessarily have anything to do with a medical profession.

Yeah but still, don't you use red alerts for emergencies?

...ok that's a looooong stretch there. How does one ambulate? "Oh it's just me, ambulatin' down the Mississippi!'

[Tilting his helm, Jetfire eyes Crow curiously.]

You do? Well, a warning might be for a security breach as well as any other emergency, couldn't it? And I believe 'ambulate' is merely another word for being capable of moving around.

Ok, do you really see yourself saying "I'll be there, I'm just gonna ambulate to the bar."

[He just chuckles and shakes his helm.]

Perhaps not, but somebody being ambulatory is nonetheless a phrase that can be used.

Mnnnope.

Anyway, is this what you giant robots do all the time? Dissect each other?

Cause from what I believed, I expected cheesy one-liners and animation errors.

[You get an arched, confused look for the last comment, even as Jetfire's expression darkens and he shakes his helm.]

While most realities are caught in civil war, scientific experiments of... ah, seriously questionable ethical and moral standing is not what most of us do, no.

I've noticed Shockwave seems to engage in them quite a bit, however.

Yeah Spockwave kinda seems like the type, that or a vaccuum cleaner with his weird arm.

[He shouldn't, but he snorts.]

Er, while I'm... ah, uncertain what the Shockwave here transforms into, though it might be a tank of some sort, the one in my reality transforms into a gun, of which the cannon on his arm is the main barrel.

...yeah well, a vacuum would be better.

This place needs a Hoover and I don't mean the president.

[President? Jetfire eyes Crow a bit confusedly, but doesn't ask about that.]

Cleaning supplies would usually be something you could attach to drones. Though I imagine, by the time this Cybertron is done being formed, it'll look vastly different.

[A frown briefly flickers over his faceplates and Jetfire looks down, the glow from his optics softening a little. Suddenly missing his Cybertron, and not the war-torn one either.]

A few trees and some Starbucks wouldn't hurt.

[It's Crow, better get used to it, Jetfire.]

Trees wouldn't have an optimal environment here, even if there'd be enough soil for them to take root in and... er... Starbucks?

[He has not a single clue what that is.]

Ever heard of a greenhouse?

And yeah,a cute little coffee conglomerate!

I... can't say I have, no, for either of those things.

[He shakes his helm slowly, looking somewhat bemused.]

Prior to being removed from my reality, I had been awake on Earth for around a full day, and most of that time was spent dealing with a particularly... er, curious incident. Not much time to learn about Earth.

Well jeeze, where did you wake up, the north pole?

Err... not exactly. I believe the location I got buried by an avalanche in was a glacier on the southern... ah, Alaskan coast.

Alaska, huh? And no people saw you?

Hmm, well. I crashed there... ah, at least two thousand and two hundred years ago. I doubt, if there were humans nearby then, that they would have had the capacity to uncover me when it happened.

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