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Who: Aftermath and anyone!
Where: What’s left of the city’s news broadcasting station
When: A week or so after arrival.
What: Going to explore a potentially dangerous building!
Warnings: Journalism!

The first thing Aftermath did the moment he cleared for it was to go hunt down the city’s news broadcasting center.

There wasn’t much left of it. It looked like a thirty story building had collapsed into four.

It doesn’t really deter him. He’s most curious about whether or not some of the basement might have survived after all, and if the first few floors had survived, then the floors under it might have too. Buildings on Cybertron tended to go deep as well as tall after all.

It was dangerous and he could very well end up trapped in the building. Any attempts at rescue might be met with the same fate. If he weren’t trapped on a strange, empty Cybertron without the possibility of calling any contacts, Aftermath would have hired a proper team for the expedition with a rescue team on standby.

As is, he only had himself and a lot people he didn’t particularly want to put into harm’s way. Besides, if he didn’t find any information about this place, Tarn would have his spark case on a platter anyways. While a slow death by the hand of the DJD’s leader didn’t exactly bother him as much as he thought it would, it sure did put a deadline on things.

As far as Aftermath saw it, there wasn’t much to lose.

So, here he was, having told no one where he’d gone off to and preparing to go to his potential death. He clamps a magnetic lamp to the side of his helm, slings some gathered cabling over his shoulder and starts doing a final check of the equipment he carried.

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Brass was usually very observant, so when one of the cybertronian robots who she'd heard had just been injured wandered off with what looked like excavation equipment, she was pretty sure nothing good was going to come of it. With so few people around, she was a little worried about everyone, even the people she hadn't met yet.

So she'd decided to follow after him and make sure nothing seriously bad happened. Keeping up with him had been a trial, and she'd even lost sight of him near the end. But eventually she caught sight of a light near one of the ruined buildings and ran over.

"Hello? You really shouldn't go in there alone."

Well, Aftermath had had a few days to recover from his injuries. There was still a an unpleasant scrape of friction as he walked and transforming was so slow and laborious he didn't bother with it for the most part- but it was recovery.

A voice floats up from somewhere amongst the rubble and Aftermath stops in middle of the mental checklisting, turning to look, his audial sensors tracking the source. Ah, one of the little ones. A very, very little one, barely bigger than the height of his visor.

"Now who are you?" he asks as he lowers himself slowly down onto one knee. "I don't think we've met before."

"I'm Brass," she said, craning her neck to look at him. She was getting more accustomed to the giant robots but it was still very strange sometimes.

"I'm sorry if I'm intruding on anything, but I saw you leaving with all that rope and thought you should have some company. In case something happens."

"Aftermath." He debates offering her a hand to stand on, but that might come off as a bit presumptuous. A lot of little people didn't really appreciate the sudden increase in height after all, ease of conversation aside.

"I'm afraid not about to take you with me," the old truck shakes his head. "It's far too dangerous. The only reason I'm about to try is because my time is already limited. You needn't put yourself in harm's way."

She probably wouldn't have minded, actually.

"If it's that dangerous, that's an even bigger reason to have someone with you. I could go get help if you have any trouble," she said determinedly. Even if he didn't let her go with him into the building she didn't intend on leaving without making sure he made it out ok. She'd wait outside if she had to.

"Do you need to be back to your home before something happens?" she asked, figuring that was the reason for the time crunch. She'd never been away from Arika this long, she could understand wanting to hurry and find a way back. It never occurred to her he would be referring to something more sinister.

"Anyone who comes to help me would face the same predicament as I would, should I become trapped," Aftermath points out neutrally. "There are a limited number of people on this planet as far as we know; expending more man power to help me is more risk than it's worth."

Brass's question earns her a baffled look. Then the quiet dawning of realization.

"Well, I would like a home to return to," the old truck murmurs vaguely, wistfully. Shaking his head, he straightens and turns back to the small pile of equipment and begins attaching them to his frame.

"If all goes well, I will return within a span of four to eight hours."

"Hm."
She was curious about what he meant, about not having a home, but it sounded like that was going to be a conversation for another day.

"If you still want to go in alone, I'm going to wait here. It's only a few hours, and I want to make sure you come back ok." She took a few steps back so she was standing just outside the entrance, hands clasped in front of her.

"What are you hoping to find?"

"...." Aftermath awkwardly rubs the back of his head, looking away from Brass for a moment. It was still... very strange dealing with people who were worried about him. After a bit of internal debate, he pulls a human-sized radio from his inventory and strides over to hold out to her; it was usually used to coordinate with some of the smaller people he's worked with.

"The signal will probably drop the moment I'm in too deep. You don't need to stay around after that." That was comforting, right?

"I'm hoping to find a server room and some way to access the information within it. And then, hopefully, something about what had happened here."

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