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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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[treacherous_widow]

[Good. At least some bot's on the same page she is.]

Quite a few things even if the slagger didn't let me get to the medical files in his clinic.

[She's a little huffy about that.]

He related that there were eleven guardians and that one of them is missing. She apparently went missing before we arrived and that sixty of their number are also gone.

Then we showed up and threw every bot for a loop. Various bots and organics from various timezones, all existing here for a couple hundred of years.

[At this point she shakes her head.]

It sounds like a familiar song and dance. Even down to there are ruins somewhere around here. So. Here's the question. What version of Cybertron are we REALLY on this time.

[neverputincharge]

[Strange situations....]

Might not trust you yet. A stranger that just showed up.

[Cause lack of trust goes both ways.]

So people have been disappearin', including one of those guardians. Then we showed up and shook everything up. Frag, we know how to make an entrance evidently. [Which in this case isn't a good thing.]

I dunno, but I'm getting my suspicions. Not sure I like it or not. [When he said he'd be willing to stay on this Cybertron, this isn't what he meant, or expected.] But the ruins will be worth lookin' into.