re_alignment | [Video] [Originating from the Junkpile]

[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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Another Optimus Prime.

I have an alternate here?

[Sorry, your personal problems just went over his head. It happens a lot with this OP.]

Not that I'm currently aware of. Unfortunately.

Then I will attempt to keep order here.

If it is not treading on any previous Prime.

Good luck to you.

If anyone can keep order in this wretched place, they're welcome to do it.

And good fortune to you, Perceptor. Perhaps after all this we may do an exchange of information.

[Well, now you're speaking his language.]

Information?

You are from the same Cybertron as my own, but a different dimension.

You must know the benefits of such an exchange.

Of course.

I was simply inquiring as to whether there may be any sort of information you were specifically interested in.

The point in time that you were taken from. If you had already found refuge on Earth, or were still on Cybertron.

I have the answers to all of that, surprisingly enough.

At your leisure, then, Optimus.

[There is a small, but friendly smile.]

I will keep in contact.

I'll be standing by.

Perceptor, out.

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