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[A pile of junk was the last place he'd expected to end up, to be perfectly honest. In fact, it was the farthest thing from Autobot Outpost Omega 1 that you could get...well, at least now that Ratchet swept it up. The large Autobot rose from his position, brushing off the debris that seemed to collect from his initial entrance. He doesn't seem to really react to any of it, as if he was basically just acknowledging 'yep, I just landed in a trash heap. Oh well'. Out of all of the useless junk, there is one thing that catches his eye. The Link. He picks it up, eyebrow perked. Interesting...it seemed to be a communications device. He'd have to take a look at this.

But that didn't mean he wouldn't waste time with IMPORTANT things. His eyes immediately began to scan his surroundings, pupils dilating and contracting as he shifts immediately towards the stars. He always felt that the cosmos offered a better map than the landscape, although he wasn't exactly prepared for the results. And, like a camera lens, those eyes widen in shock. It was...Cybertron. There was no way he could be mistaken.

He wouldn’t hesitate to use the Link either, especially if it seemed to have communication properties. After all, he had to find his soldiers. At moments like this, it was best to stick together.]

Autobots, report in. This is Optimus Prime, and I fear we seem to have traveled somehow to our homeworld. It’s appearance is not as I remember, as if it has yet to be built. If you are nearby I will send my coordinates.

If not, report me yours so I may locate you.

[His gaze went from the stars to the layout of the land. A pile of junk...he certainly didn’t remember that, but some of the landscape was definitely ringing some bells in his processor. Or at least...they were similar enough. There were a few petite differences, but the gorges, canyons, mountains...they aligned with his own vision.]

Cybertron...

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Optimus! Sir!

[Boy is he glad to see you! A mixture of relief and happiness is apparent on Smokescreen's face....before he pauses for a second, doorwings sinking.]

...You know who I am, right sir?

[A familiar face. He knows you all right, Smokescreen. And the way his eyes warmly seem to 'light up' prove it.]

Smokescreen. Many thanks for reporting in.

You are safe, I assume.

[Instant relief right there. Instant relief.]

Yeah, safe as I can be in this weirdo place. I met a few others when I arrived here but...no one knew who I was. Which I guess is understandable when it comes to Cliffjumper and Wheeljack but...Bulkhead had no idea who I was, sir.

[His doorwings droop briefly before he forces himself to perk up, his own optics lighting up a bit.]

Do you want me to come to your location, sir?

[It's good to see you in such high spirits, Smokescreen! Optimus can sense it, even if he doesn't really emote it back.]

My location seems to be a remote and isolated junkpile. Does this spark any familiarity with you?

Yeah I know where you are!

[Or he at least has enough of an idea to get himself there. Anything to meet up with Optimus Prime.]

I can be there in no time, sir! Just wait there for me!

Very well. I will not move from my location.

[Funny how THE SMOKESCREEN is the one to rendezvous first.

You know, the rookie. Not that Optimus doesn't welcome him with open arms.]

See you soon sir!

[It's the hero worship. It drives him to want to be right there near Optimus whenever he can so he can prove himself constantly. Cutting the connection, Smokescreen heads out, not wasting any time in getting to the junk pile because, well.

It's Optimus Prime he's meeting with and one doesn't keep a Prime waiting.

He arrives and transforms back to bot mode, locating Optimus fairly quickly, resisting the urge to do something rash.

Like hug the other.]

Sir, it's seriously really great to see you. I didn't think I was going to find anyone that recognized me!

[Your enthusiasm is to be commended, Smokescreen. If he knew of the hero worship (or wasn't oblivious to it), he'd compliment you on it. Nevertheless, when the young bot approaches, a soft smile spreads across his face.]

Likewise, soldier. What have you gathered from your time here?

Aside from what has been discussed.

This Cybertron is like a past version, from what I've been told. It's been reset to it's beginnings by the First Forged, or something like that.

[He probably should have listened a bit more when others were explaining things but everything had gotten so crazy so fast it seemed...

His doorwings shift some, drooping then lifting again as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other.]

I've been aligned with Alpha Trion, no surprise there. Staying at his temple and all that.

[Smokescreen turned, showing off the Glyph on his arm.]

What about you, sir?

A past version of Cybertron in a dimension that is not our own...that is interesting.

[Optimus turns his head away, silently contemplating all of this. He doesn't take long, returning those optics to Smokescreen, taking a look at that arm. A glyph...as the people before had explained.]

You are with Alpha Trion.

[More of a confirmation to himself than a statement...]

I have no alignment.

[Smokescreen's excitement melts into a bit of confusion because, as far as he knows, everyone is aligned when they arrive in this place. So why would Optimus Prime, of all bots, not be?]

That's..weird. I figured the First Forged would be all over you when you got here--I think one of the other Prime's here is aligned to Prima? At least that's what I heard.

[He shifts a bit, inching closer to Optimus.]

I'm sure it's fine though. Maybe they're just being slow this time around? There were a lot of new arrivals.

[Seeing Smokescreen fret over him was a warming thought, even if the situation itself was worrying. There had to be an explanation of some sort. He just had to have a talk with these FirstForged. That would be the end of it. Until then, there was no point in worrying about it.]

I am certain I will find out soon enough.

Until then, I would like you to remain near me if possible.

[Smokescreen nodded, relaxing because if Optimus wasn't worried, there was no reason for him to be worried either right? His optics flickered with surprise then something akin to happiness as the Prime requested that Smokescreen remain close to him, the rookie nodding and lifting a hand in a salute.]

Sure thing, Optimus, sir!

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