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[treacherous_widow]

Looks like most of us made it here in once or two pieces. Now that most of us have licked our wounds and attempted repairs, how about a little role call.  Just how many of your idiots made it.

[To be more specific, she's looking for a certain blue speedster and a certain red medic but it never hurts to see who else made it.]

...And Moron Prime, don't bother answering. I already know you're here and it's shocking you haven't gotten yourself slagged already.

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[raceme]

[Smart, yet devilish, lady.]

I still don't quite understand what bring us here in such way. I can't help but worry about what might have happened to all the others, there's so few of us here.

It's good to see you too.

[treacherous_widow]

[Of course. She likes to survive.]

At least we're on the same page with that worry. I'd like to know how we ended up here myself and why.

[And then figure out a way home AGAIN.]

[raceme]

[Understandable but doing it at the expense of others? That's what Blurr can't understand.]

A goat man came to find us when we arrived, his name was Galos. He said that he didn't know what the Lambda was but that the Miasma was most likely the responsible to ring us all to this world. Whatever that meant.

[He's with you on that wish.]

[treacherous_widow]

[Blurr's never been a Predacon before. Blackarachnia's still trying to reconcile her Maximal programming and Predacon experiences.]

He showed up to drag my group in too and said pretty much the same thing.

[It's really not too hard to connect the Miasma to being something similar to the Lambda.]

...Did anyone know exactly where the Lambda led?

[raceme]

[Fair point, he won't argue with that.]

He said he was one of the guardians here, makes curious about how many more of them are out there.

[Blurr has made that connection too but he's surprised the miasma apparently has nothing to do with Unicron.]

No but I don't think it was this dimensions. Something else must have happened.

[treacherous_widow]

That's a question I can answer. There are eleven and they're missing one.

[Which is something else she's wondering about.]

Then I guess we need to get everyone together and try to piece together what the slag happened during that little light show that brought us here.

[raceme]

Do you know their names? Or where we can get more information about them?

[He wants to learn as much as he can about them, they seems to be the one doing the important things here.]

We need to meet in person, all of us.

[treacherous_widow]

Other than the medic? Not a slagging clue. I suggest asking around.

[Blackarachnia agrees with all of this. There is something not right here and she wants to know what.]

Agreed. Why don't you round up every bot. I think somewhere just outside the city might be best. Maybe in the crystal forest.

[raceme]

I'll have to do that. Also see if I can join the Police Force here.

[Old habits die hard. Besides, chances are that he discovers more quickly what is happening if he works with others who are investigating it.]

Sounds like a plan. I'll make an announcement so we all can share what we know about this place.

[treacherous_widow]

[Somethings never change.]

Good. Hopefully every bot will show up.

[raceme]

[Nope. But those things are comforting, in a way.]

I hope so. There's so few of us here, it will do us no good to ignore each other.

I wonder what Sentinel will do.

[treacherous_widow]

Either the moron will show up, or we drag him to the meeting wrapped up like a present and a muzzle.