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Hello? Anyone--Oh, slag, wait--

[The camera finally turns on and a frustrated looking Hound appears, his expression brightening a touch once he realizes the piece of tech is working the way he wants it to be now.]

There we go. Hound reporting in. I'm trying to contact the crew of the Lost Light, if anyone is out there listening to this and watching it. I'm not sure how I got here, I think something might have messed up again like it did when we left Cybertron but I would really like to get back to the ship.

[He glances at something out of view of the camera, optics flickering with an interested sort of look.]

It's..weird because this planet looks like Cybertron but there's a few differences I'm noticing as well, mostly stuff familiar to what we saw on planet Earth.

[Not that he's complaining because it's a bit of a dream come true for him. Hound focuses on the camera again, an almost sheepish look there as he rubs the back of his neck with his free hand.]

I guess what I'm looking for is transport? Or at least a sign that everyone is okay?

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[Since he wasn't sure what the Lost Light was, Mirage was fairly certain this wasn't his Hound. But still, he had to at least say something...]

[With audio only and a voice modulator, of course.]

Did your temple drone not explain the situation to you? Or did you just get giddy and run off to explore the junk pile. [So very Hound. Like a kid in a candy store, as the humans said.]

[Hound doesn't really think much of it, just letting his own video feed continue as he tilts his head and actually peers a bit closer to the camera.]

Temple drone? What do you--hey no that's not!--well I mean there is a lot of interesting stuff around here but--

You say that like you know me....do you? Wait! Are you from the Lost Light? Or maybe someone else I know?

[He didn't want to get his hopes up but it was hard not to, that much obvious in the way his optics brightened a bit.]

[He's letting his fondness for the green mech make him careless, but he can't bring himself to correct it for now.]

Yes, temple drone. From the temple in which you awoke? They brief you on your situation on this planet. [Of course it wouldn't surprise him at all if Hound hadn't even listened.]

Not from the Lost Light, no.

Temple...

[He shakes his head slowly, looking confused.]

I woke up here, in this place. [Meaning the junk pile obviously.] I did a sweep of the area before broadcasting to see if I could contact anyone.

Oh....then....who are you?

That is unusual... [And made Mirage more than a bit hesitant.]

Just call me Fox for now. Do you have any markings on your person that were not there before? A glyph of sorts.

A glyph?

[Hound takes a moment to look himself over, turning his upper body some to peer at his arms then around at himself a bit more before shaking his head, focusing on the camera once more.]

Not that I can see. Is..that a bad thing?

[Interesting. Very interesting.]

I am not sure. It just seems that most of the inhabitants of this place thusfar have them.

That's...no that's not good then.

[Hound's visibly uncomfortable and worried now, looking around at all the junk and shifting some before his optics go to the camera again.]

Is there anyone that might have an answer? I'd really rather not get in trouble or anything.

Look on the bright side. No one has claimed you as their property.

As for an answer, you might want to speak to one of the First Forged themselves, if you can find one to contact.

Property? Is..are you someone's property? I'm not really sure what you mean by that...or what you mean by the First Forged exactly.

[Because it was all kind of hard to believe.]

Well, not exactly. But I have a mark on me that indicates I am to align myself with one of the First Forged-- the original Primes.

Interesting..

[This, in combination with what Vandal had told him is really really intriguing to Hound. His optics flicker in a way that Mirage will know is a clear sign that he's itching to get out and explore more.]

Don't let me keep you. Go see what there is to see, but stay away from the Badlands and watch your back.

[So like his Hound. So familiar and comforting even unintentionally. But... It wasn't. And he couldn't risk it.]

[Hound grins some, nodding as he lifts a hand and salutes the camera slightly.]

Right. Stay away from the Badlands. Got it. I'll be careful, don't worry, Fox!

..And thank you. I mean it.

You're welcome. If you need anything, keep an open comm.

I will!

[He smiles this time, rather brightly, waving slightly at the camera before he starts to cut it.]

Maybe I can find some interesting things to show Mirage when I get home.

[It's a small aside, said to himself more than anything as the connection closes, an almost wistful look on Hound's face there for a moment.]

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