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[a_little_red_in_the_face]

[The little drone is looking down on a rather beat up looking blue mech.  His red faceplate is marred by a huge hole where his left optic should be.  The mists are still fading around him.  After a moment his limbs twitch, and then he's surging upright and to his feet with a roar.]

[He stops, completely shocked by his surroundings.  He's among graves.  Simple stones marked with names ranging from clearly Cybertronian to more Human.  Turning a slow circle he spots the drone and frowns.]

What the scrap is going on here?

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[a_little_red_in_the_face]

...Not that I've ever heard of.

[Who knows what kind of weird stuff humans have managed to make, they kept to themselves.]

Didn't have any organic life where I originally came from.

[atjackisback]

What, like klatuu verata nikto or something?

[Shhhh someone is a nerd.]

So.. did you get the briefing from your flying roomba? We're not the only ones getting zapped around here.

[a_little_red_in_the_face]

The what? [What the scrap you talkin' about?]

Not yet. [He was a little busy with looking around and making sure he didn't need to shoot anyone to question his drone yet.]

[atjackisback]

[Sigh. Did space robots not have movies?]

Never mind.

The roomba seems to know what's going on. Whoever's in charge must be trying to round everyone up or something, though why they'd let us talk to each other on these things is up in the air.

[a_little_red_in_the_face]

[Of course they did, but you don't expect them all to be like earth movies, do you? And while familiar with some earth movies, war doesn't provide too much time for sneaking off to drive-in theaters.]

Round us up... [he clearly doesn't like the sound of that.] Any clues as to what for?

[atjackisback]

[Clearly movie night needs to be a thing around here!]

Something about the cloud shit. It brings us here from the ends of the universe, but it'll also kill you or something. You'd think it'd put you a little closer to what passes for civilization, but noooo.

[a_little_red_in_the_face]

[He'll be interested in that.]

[He looks around] I'm not far from a city here.

[atjackisback]

That's lucky. I was dropped near a mountain. Don't think I'm too far out now.

[He could see the haze of buildings nearby-- an hour at the most and he'd have some people to bother, hopefully.]

If you've got a communicator or something, I can try to give you my frequency. No offense, Roomba.

[Yes. Yes that last was addressed to the drone. What. It had been helpful.]

[a_little_red_in_the_face]

[Wait....wait....he needs to....try to reason through the fact that it's okay to...share his personal frequency with some...robot human...thing. What're the pros and cons of this, Breakdown? Huh?]

Uh...yeah I uh...[scrap, have to give it now. Lord Megatron will kill him for this...if he's even here.]

Yeah, go for it.

[atjackisback]

[Raiden's eyes crossed on the video feed from the drone-- it always looked a little weird when he started fiddling with settings. After a few, he tried a normal, boring "handshake" ping to the new frequency, just to see if it would work. His codec was reporting a signal, anyway.]

I think you're all set up. Give me a buzz later. Might as well stick together.

[a_little_red_in_the_face]

[He feels the ping and pings back]

Right. [This has got to be a dream.]

Talk to you later then...?

[atjackisback]

[Raiden grinned into the drone feed. Not the weirdest person to get his codec frequency.]

Sure, sure. Maybe when I get to civilization I'll look you up.