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Ugh, my head...

[It's hard to make anything out at first, save for the brilliant glare of blue bleeding like an open wound in the vast expanse of a dark sky.]

Where? [The Autobot finally sits himself up, a hand braced against his head as he looks around. His expression falls.]

...oh you've got to be kidding me. I know we were en route to the Planet of Junk, but come on- how many times are we going to crash land? And we just got that ship!

[He pauses, optics narrowing as he looks around once more. There's...something that... No. Probably his imagination. He shakes his head.]

I know I didn't let any of those big bozos drive so how... Guess I should start with "where." -huh?

[He looks directly at the screen, finally.]

Kup? Wheelie? Hey, I'll even settle for Grimlock! Where are you guys?

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[Well, now this is a welcome sight!]

Rodimus!

[He grins.] Should've let me fly. I ever tell you about that rockeroid?

Rodi-wha? We get separated for how long and you're making up a new nickname for me?

[Unless this is what Ultra Magnus meant about other versions... But even so, it's nice to see a(nother) familiar face.]

No, don't think you have...

Wait. You don't have the Matrix?

[Springer: never known for brains, subtlety or tact.]

Heh. Well. Let's just say, I can fly anything. Because Skuxxoid ships ain't exactly aerodynamic. And I could stop that thing on a half shanix.

Wh- [Hang on, you almost shorted his processors.] Why would I have the Matrix?! Last I checked, it was with Ultra Magnus!

Um- can we talk about your flying skills later? Preferably when things make sense?

[Hey, you're the moron who shorted his own circuits to go on that weirdo trip into the matrix. Don't blame shorting out on him!!!]

Yeah, well, if you listen to Wreck-Gar--if you can understand him--we're from different times.

[He grins.] There's always time to talk about how awesome I am.

Who's Wreck-Gar? -times too?

[SIGH.]

...Well, I guess if Ultra Magnus said we come falling in from different universes, then time is kind of thrown into the mix too.

[So even the ones he thinks he knows aren't...really... This just makes his head hurt.

But at least it's nice to know somethings don't change. He smirks, forcing a laugh.]

Hey, I think you're confused about who the awesome one is.

He's the...wow, when the frag are you from?

It's a long story. He's here and he can explain it to you himself.

[Which Springer will want a front row seat for.]

Yeah? Maybe I need a refresher.

I- ...guess I didn't tell you, right. We were just on our way from Quintessa to come find you guys. I'd ask if you saw Kup or the Dinobots but that was before I found out we hadn't crash-landed after all.

Oh. Um. Great. [More things to be confused about, yay.]

Maybe you do.

Oh. Hey, wow we got a lot to catch up on! Good thing they just opened the bar.

[You're buying.]

Name your contest and I'm so there.

[Oh wait. Should he be trying to be a good host?] Right. Uh, hey, what else do you need to know?

A bar? [Give him a break, he just got here!]

Maybe later. I'm still trying to wrap my head around things.

[He shrugs.] You tell me. How long have you been here, anyway?

Hey, no problem. It's a lot to take in.

Me? Not that long. Done a bit of exploring but still kinda trying to settle in myself.

I'll say.

...oh yeah? You wake up on a giant pile of junk too? Oh hey- you happen to have one of those... Some mark thing. On your arm.

Nah, that's what's weird. I woke up in one of the temple things. Got a whole little rundown and everything.

Guess someone thought you didn't need it.

[Because Springer is all about optimism.] Oh what, this? Yeah. Weird.

[Drily:] Lucky me.

Yeah. That. Guess I missed out on one of those too.

Hey, you don't need luck, do you?

[A wink.]

I don't know what it means, honestly. Could be some sort of Quintesson plot for all we know.

[Isn't it always?]

Not really, but I'd appreciate a break now and then.

[He frowns.]

You really think so? I'd rather hope we dealt with that problem already when we left Quintessa.

...but something tells me there's something serious going on, I just don't know what. But now Ultra Magnus- another Ultra Magnus- has me trying to make a list of the latest arrivals and if they have one of those marks or not.

Hey, at least it's never dull?

[Optimism!]

Yeah well, you know, after they booby trapped Optimus's body and then we ended up blowing up that little base of theirs and all...I guess they decided not.

You need help?

That's about the only thing we've got going, I guess.

[He shrugs. No point in being frustrated at stuff he doesn't understand, he supposes.]

....nnno, I didn't know. Yeah. Thanks for that, something else to look forward to if we ever get out of here.

I wouldn't mind the help if you're not doing anything else.

Oh, right. Sorry. It's a bit hard to get used to, you know, the whole 'different times' thing.

[Springer is not known for his brains.]

Hey, always glad to help. I mean, you're the boss, right?

You're telling me. [He just shakes his head.]

...so I've been hearing. I'm not sure how I feel about that. It's kind of weird...

What matters is here and now, though. We can sort the rest of that stuff out later.

What's weird? You being in charge?

[Heh, better you than him!]

Yeah, you're probably right. Just thinking about the other stuff makes my head hurt.

-well, that idea, yeah. You don't think so?

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