Good afternoon, Mr. Vakarian. My name is Deckard of the Bra- [Ugh . . . "old habits," you know?] ...Haven Police.
I'm afraid there's not much else to tell. Telling you where Cybertron is would require having a reference point you know - if the two are even from the same dimension, which it's possible they're not. How you got here would seem to be random time/space . . . hiccup, in a sense. I'm not sure even the First-forged fully understand how any of us so-called "refugees" manage to find our ways here, except "pulled through the Lambda." You look like you're still in the temple you woke in? You'll find it's in one of several, for lack of a better word, territories within a loose settlement called Haven.
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I'm afraid there's not much else to tell. Telling you where Cybertron is would require having a reference point you know - if the two are even from the same dimension, which it's possible they're not. How you got here would seem to be random time/space . . . hiccup, in a sense. I'm not sure even the First-forged fully understand how any of us so-called "refugees" manage to find our ways here, except "pulled through the Lambda." You look like you're still in the temple you woke in? You'll find it's in one of several, for lack of a better word, territories within a loose settlement called Haven.