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[Why hello there folks, I hope you like staring at the backs of people's heads because THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE DOING. It takes this little red mech a few seconds to realize that there's SOMETHING hovering behind him. he does this little half turn, lets out a SUPER MANLY (no) yelp and swats the thing out of the air, ending the recording.

But that's not all, folks. The camera blips on and off a few more times, catching Knock Out in various levels of annoyance, usually in the middle of either swearing or trying to shoo the thing away. Oh god little drone why are you here.

Finally Knock Out gives up and seems to have just accepted that he's made a new "friend". He looks exasperated as all hell when the little bugger starts recording him one last time.]

Fine, since this little drone seems hell bent on stalking me and recording it, I figured I might as well try to use this to my advantage. So, where am I and how do I leave? I was kind of in the middle of something.

[Knock Out pauses and glances slightly off camera, presumable at the drone itself.]

There, happy now? I swear, if someone come out here to blow me up because of you, I'm going to be very annoyed.

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[Oh, FRAG no, he is NOT going through this again already.]

...no.

[He's going to just shut off the feed, but maybe not manage before Knock Out calls him out on his little "reply"?]

[YEP KNOCK OUT IS ON TOP OF THIS.]

Oh, thanks, that's a big help!

[IT'S NOT A BIG HELP.]

[HIS SPARK, MECH, YOU'RE GOING TO RIP IT OUT. Oh frag, has Breakdown seen this yet? . . . doesn't matter.]

[He just . . . stares for a long moment. At first, hurt, anger, and grief can be seen . . . but then the mask is in place. No, not a battle mask, the "mask" that helped keep him alive all those eons in the Decepticons' ranks.]

[Hm. That's a place to start.]

Are you still a Decepticon, Knock Out?

[No judgment, he just...needs to know.]

Uh. No? Wait. Why? Who are you?

[WHAT IS HAPPENINGGGG]

[Good, that hopefully tells him what he wanted to know. That'll make this easier.]

[Marginally.]

[FRAGGIT! Why does he care? You don't remember him, he's /not/ your friend, YOU don't care! But . . . he cares. He can't /not/. Because /he/ remembers.]

[You're the one who removed the brands from his wings for him. You're the only one he /trusted/ to do that for him.]

[He drags a hand down his face. All right. Start over. His voice is...a bit weary, but sincere at least, as he explains.]

My name is Thundercracker. I'm an ex-Decepticon myself. You're on a version of Cybertron that hasn't naturally seen our kind arise on it yet. However, there is one pocket of interdimensional activity on the planet, and you're now standing in it. You, me, and everyone else here. This place is a sort of a dumping point for people pulled from random times, places, even realities.

Oh, nice. Dumping point. That makes it sound really classy.

[He's a little exasperated, but since this Thundercracker guy is being nice enough to explain this shit (even if it makes zero sense), Knock Out tries to relax a little. Wouldn't want to seem too rude, after all.]

Well that's. Different.

No point in prettying it up falsely.

Though that said, the city's habitable. Comfortable, even. The planet's not dead like you might be used to. Energon and supplies are plentiful. There's a state-of-the-art hospital you'll probably be interested in. And the war does not exist here. There are are Cybertronians who were Autobots before they arrived, as well as Decepticons, and they may or may not still identify so, but fighting between the factions is forbidden. Nobody wants the war here. Megatron's not here. Neither's Optimus Prime.

I can get behind that. It'll be nice not getting shot at for a change. Where is this hospital?

Here's a map of the city. I've glyphed the hospital. [PING]

...Breakdown's here, if he hasn't already contacted you. And if you're not a Decepticon anymore, than yes, I know Breakdown's dead in your world. But again . . . people getting pulled here from different temporal points.

[No, his comment made no sense...unless you think of it as him establishing timeline. Then, perf sense.]

Also? I might as well be the one to break it to you. A version of you has been here before. You don't remember this place, but you'll find that there are people here who know you. Or . . . the alternate you.

That's how I knew your name. In case you were wondering.

[MMMMMMMMMMMMYEP JUST NODDING.]

Everything you just said is insane on various levels. But sure, why not. Thanks for the map.

[to be fair this is a lot to take in all at once.]

[He just nods.]

Understood. You'll learn.

Call if there's anything else I answer.

[There's more he wants to do - SO MUCH - but...he knows it would be taken poorly at best. Probably. He's not going to risk it. So he's playing it as nonchalant as he can without just ignoring the mech and leaving him outright to his own devices.]

Well that's awfully nice of you. I'll be sure to look you up.

[Ah well this guy seems nice enough. Not exactly friendly, but hey.]

[He'll be a lot more friendly when he's not wondering where you two will wind up standing with each other this time around. DAMN but he wants his friend back...]

[He'll just...nod for now.]

Take care, Knock Out.

You as well. And thanks again for the map.

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