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[neededthat]

[The feed flickers to life and Ratchet peers into the communicator he has, tinkering with it. At least it's working... somewhat. He looks like he has woken up in the temple of Solian Temple.]

Blasted thing. My own communications aren’t working. It must be scattered or something. [The video flickers and Ratchet smacks it a few more times, to make it focus again, grumbling under his breath as he looks around.]

Ultra Magnus, Bumble Bee, if anyone can hear this, I require assistance. I don’t know if you can triangulate my transmission and find my exact location or not, but-- Oh, what am I saying?

[He rubs at his face, his mind raking for ideas.]

That bot said this is Cybertron but... it's not one I'm familiar with. [He pauses with a heavy sigh passing through his vents.]

For all I know, I could be just talking to myself with this thing.

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Scrap.

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

Not exactly a welcome wagon, I know.

[But there's not much he can do about that, so he'll just give a shrug.]

The damage? Yeah. Ya lose people quickly here, Doc.

It's a gamble every day. And then there's what the Badlands send here. And sometimes...

Even the guys who get here aren't the best of the lot.

[neededthat]

I didn't expect anything extravagant anyways.

[He steps back up to Wheeljack and gives one last look to the interior of the room.]

That's to be expected, I suppose. I can only assume not only are there Autobots here, but Decepticons as well.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Yeeeep. Both sides, different universes.

Heck, even kids from that marble we're callin' our vacation spot.

[He starts to walk out again, shutting the door behind them when they're out of the way. No sense in letting Ratchet dwell on that.]

I'll show ya the medbay.

[neededthat]

[Ratchet quickly follows behind the other bot, looking along the walls as he does so. Soon his gaze rests back on Wheeljack, curious.]

So, two years you've been here... What's the purpose of us being here anyways? Just to rebuild Cybertron once again?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

That's what they keep tellin' us. Tryin' to establish order and scrap like that, while the FirstForged 'get it ready'.


Only problem is, Unicron--yeah, I didn't believe it either--is tryin' to stop us.

[Someone missed out on Earth's Unicron plot, so this is his first god-encounter.]

[neededthat]

[Oh that plot yeah. That was a thing.]

Create order? [Ratchet looks at Wheeljack, skeptical.]

Between Autobots, Decepticons, and other races here?

Like that will ever happen.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

You'd be surprised how well they all get along, Doc.

...

On the outside.

[Safe to say he has his doubts.]

[neededthat]

To please the First Forged, I assume.

[He rolls his optics with a scoff.]

Is it safe to assume that you have made at least a few allies?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

First Forged let us make the rules here. They just are there to smack the hands of the ones who get outta line.

So really, it's whoever talks the biggest, and delivers.

...

Yeah, I got some friends in pretty high places, I'd say.