Autobot Broadband

[Nightbeat]

//Yeah. Prime's still dead set on surrendering,// Nightbeat responds. His tone pretty much indicates he doesn't approve, but is willing to play good little soldier anyway.

//Understood, Emirate. We'll wait for them then.//

[Synapse]

//Synapse here, I'm with Perceptor and we're coming in for a landing.// he announces promptly over the Autobot channel.

He hovers overhead and waits for acknowledgment of any sort.

[Omega Supreme]

Omega Supreme radios, //Landing: cleared. Initiate approach.//

[Swerve]

Swerve abruptly cuts into the airwaves.

//Hey!// Slag, he'd nearly forgotten he still has a radio. //HEY! Alright, what gives? Whose bright idea is this scrap and where's he hidin' so I can give him a fist in the face?!//

[Arcee]

//This is Arcee. Anyone out there? Ultra Magnus? Kup? ...Hot Rod?//

[Perceptor]

// Arcee and unidentified mech on the Autobot frequency, this is Perceptor. Please remain calm. It appears that we have been transported from our last known locations in time and space to this world for, as yet, an unknown purpose. Can you please describe your current location and your last known time stamp before coming online on this world? Unidentified mech, your designation, please? //

[Arcee]

//Perceptor? Is that you? Thank goodness!// comes Arcee's response, followed by an uploading of her timestamp.: 2005, mere hours after the death of Optimus Prime. //We were near some kind of temple, but we've found a road further in.//

Hesitation, then, //Perceptor... Prime's body... it was here.//

[Swerve]

//Huh?// The verbosity throws Swerve off and he pauses to parse the whole thing before he finally answers. //I'm Swerve. And who's askin', anyway?// He doesn't know any Perceptor from a hole in the ground.

[Perceptor]

// Yes, Arcee, it is, // Perceptor answers. Her final comment makes him pause for a long moment before replying, // Understood. //

// Swerve, I am Perceptor, an Autobot who most recently hails from Earth. Am I to understand that you are both together in the same location? //

[Swerve]

Another Autobot from this 'Earth' joint. Huh. Timestamp, timestamp… Primus, has it been that long? Better than a few dozen thousand years or so since Override took over Velocitron. Dates become irrelevant after only so long.

//Yeah, you could say that.// The togetherness could be… debatable. //You the one in charge around here or something?//

[Emirate Xaaron]

The stentorian voice of Emirate Xaaron crackles over the radio, //Arcee, Swerve? Greetings. I am Emirate Xaaron. The Autobots are an anarchy at the moment - videlicet, we have no leadership.// He does not sound as if he approves. //Other matters have been more pressing. Once the current situation has been resolved to the satisfaction of all participants, I propose that we meet and select a leader.//

[Arcee]

Xaaron's isn't a voice Arcee recognizes, but she does recognize the voice of someone who's used to having his orders carried out.

//It would probably be a good idea for all of us to get together anyway,// she responds.

[Emirate Xaaron]

Since somebody has to keep people coordinated, and Perceptor is likely busy wrangling Omega Supreme, Emirate Xaaron replies, //To that end of eventually gathering for a meeting, Arcee, Swerve, please relay any telemetry data, such as the position of the sun, if it is day, or a copy of the stars, if it is night, to Perceptor. Swerve, if you do not have Perceptor's commcode, get it from Arcee.//

Arcee seems to know who Perceptor is. She ought to have the commcode.

Meanwhile, Emirate Xaaron contemplates the necessity of something akin to a phonebook.

[Swerve]

It's another moment or two before Swerve responds, and it's terse at best.

//Sure thing, oldtimer. Whatever.// Too much unfamiliarity even for his liking.

[Arcee]

//Daytime here, Xaaron,// Arcee responds. //So I'll relay that to Perceptor.//

At least Perceptor's a breath of familiarity in all of this.