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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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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