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[heroicpose]

[ Have an extremely pissy looking red and yellow robot. He's got a pretty impressive scowl at the moment, and points directly at the video feed accusingly. He's still standing in the junk pile, his armor a bit scratched up from his landing. Not his most pristine moment and he's pretty aware of it. ]

Hey, what's up with all this? Do you know who I am? I'm Rodimus! Rodimus Prime! You can't just take me away from my crew without my permission and dump me in a heap of garbage. This is kidnapping.

[ His optics narrow and he crosses his arms. ]

I'll give whoever is responsible one chance to come forward and tell me where I am or else there's going to be bigger problems.

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[rstlsslegsyndrm]

I think, so far, the best answer as to how and why you're here remains the time and space tear bleeding together universes and randomly spewing us out. Supposedly.

With you and the... recent group, I'm not sure.

And what ship would you be the commander of, might I ask? A lot of people have been inquiring about the Lost Light in my time here. Which apparently I - or another copy of myself - have been a crewmember of.

[pause] Ambulon. Don't suppose you recognize the designation?

[heroicpose]

Yeah, I got that run down.

[ Oh boy. Explaining things was never Rodimus's forte. ]

The Lost Light. Yeah, you're that stray workaholic that Ratchet brought back that never leaves the medbay.

[ Rodimus isn't great at remembering names of half his crew, so thanks for the reminder, Ambles! :Db ]

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

[that description of ambulon...]

Yes, that one... I guess.

[sounds like him enough]

In which case, there are... a lot of your crewmembers here.