re_alignment | [Audio Post]

[At first he was going to encrypt the message to only Autobots. But then he started wondering if that was what he really wanted? Maybe it was time to try other things and see what came up. In any case, no one was to see who he was, and he made sure to scrub the connection clean of his personal identifiers. He even modulated his voice a bit to sound higher. He was a trained spy, after all, and he didn't want to go giving himself away.]

Is anyone hearing this? Is anyone out there? I'm not sure where I am or what I'm supposed to be doing, but... If someone could explain it to me that's not a temple drone?

[Was that too telling? Slag. Or did everyone start at these temples?]

Is there a way out of here? Any shuttles or teleports or whatever? Let me know what you've found. I'll be here.

[That little snippet was all anyone would get from. The mission was to collect data. the source didn't matter because all information was valuable. It would of course, be evaluated based on who it came from after it was obtained. ]

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I did ask about transports and whatnot. I suppose if that's not specific enough for you then you could answer how slagged we are.

Transports as in back? Yeah uh no. You think we'd be here if we had a choice?

We have a tentacle monster, and giant spiders and a Ratchet who tortured First Aid for funsies....

So. Pretty slagged.

Some people might stay, I think. There are all sorts of opportunities in a place like this.

[Tentacle monster. Ok...]

That sounds... disturbing.

[And so very unlike Ratchet.]

Eh, it sucks about the same as Cybertron back home. [Especially now that Ultra Magnus was here. Blergh.]

[Oh Prism was a unique experience.]

So, yeah. Fun place. Welcome to 'Haven'. [Have some sarcastic airclaws.]

At least there are no insecticons here... [The Swarm was the last thing they needed.]

Haven? Is that what they're calling this place?

Yet.

[Evil chortle. What can he say? He's an optimist.]

Yeah, guess someone has a sense of humor.

I would prefer there never were.

[Insecticons were bad business even with a full army. What did they have here that they could hope to defend themselves with?]

Maybe, maybe not. Maybe we were all saved from some terrible fate that we didn't even know about.

[No, he doesn't believe a word of it. He just thinks the optimism card will annoy Whirl.]

Yeah, but I've learned not much actually gives a scrap about what I 'prefer'.

[Word.]

...you believe that scrap? Fate, schmate.

Trust me, you'd prefer they not appear here either.

[Oh good, it's working.]

What? Of course I believe it. Why shouldn't I? Do you have any evidence against it?

[Audio Post]

[Audio bc Mirage doesn't like getting eye-molested.]

[video damn you thwarting whirl that way]

[audio I'm sure he'll get over it]

[video....maybe. But first he'll sulk. ]

[Audio oh boo fragging hoo.]

[video, y u so mean?]

[Audio, u mad bro?]

[videoh-ho-ho did you just call him 'bro'? And now we're Wheelie. ]

[Audio, Earthism, pay no mind. No brotherhood here you will find.]