[open] There's serious metal fatigue in all the load-bearing members...

[quantumechanic]

Who: Nautica, various TFP Decepticons, anyone else
Where: Around the city
When: Anytime after people are more or less settled
What: The planet's only appropriately-scaled engineer fixes things, makes friends with Decepticons
Warnings: My tendency to technobabble but probably no blood nvm megatron threw her into a wall

Nautica was keeping busy. Cybertronians were tough species, sure, but even they needed to power up sometimes--oftentimes, in the case of certain mechs who couldn't seem to stop punching each other--and that energon from the crater, while blessedly plentiful, wasn't going to refine itself. The process was a little outside her area of expertise, but the theory was straightforward, and her phenomenal breadth of reading and memory (with the occasional call to Brainstorm or Shockwave to double check the finer points) were up to the challenge.

Between that and the various side trips to assist the less technically adept (or the more technically adept, in the case of Brainstorm's communications network project) she didn't have a lot of downtime--and Nautica was fine with that. She preferred not to think too much about the extremely depressing larger picture. Optimus and Megatron would want answers soon enough, but she didn't have any to give them, so she threw herself into doing what she could. She was easy to run into around the city, working on getting a small energon refining facility up and running, repairing vital infrastructure, or just making less vital infrastructure more livable. And certainly not worrying about never seeing her friends again.

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[starscheme]

Perhaps, if she finds herself in the right area, she might come across an extremely jumpy mech. Starscream has generally been making himself scarce now that he has realized that he's completely lacking in allies that he's comfortable being around, so far. Generally, as soon as he hears anyone approaching he heads for cover, and this time would be no different. Red optics peek out from a shadowed corner where Starscream is trying to identify just who Nautica is (without much luck, obviously), eyeing her up cautiously, like a wary stray cat.

"Can I help you with something?" he finally growls, having assessed her as not being too much of a threat (hopefully his intuition would prove right on that), and also being too curious about the intruder to let her slip by without so much as a single question.

[deceptionshark]

So what has Megatron been doing all this time? Well, who even knows, Megatron wasn't about to tell. For someone who was ripped away from his universe and plunked down in a Cybertron he himself hadn't ruined, Megatron was in a remarkably good mood. Who was he to let a somewhat hopeless situation get him down? Being a social being, sort of, he saw nothing wrong in approaching this random purple Autobot and starting a conversation.

"Well, aren't we busy?" He remarked pleasantly, "May I ask what you are working on, Autobot?"

[phase6kindofbot]

There's a giant metal dog dozing on the ruins of what might have been an important building. It had been one of the few building that had escaped whatever calamity had fallen upon this city; now it, too, was little more than a pile of rubble.

Sixshot isn't entirely sure what had spurred the sudden desire to destroy it. It was hardly the first time he's had long stretches of mind numbingly dull periods between missions. He'd long since learned to cope with it.

But the building had been there and for some reason, it had annoyed him.

It occurs to him after the fact, that someone would probably have wanted to use it for something later on. Mostly, this thought occurs to him after he spots a small purple figure approaching the site of destruction.

Time to leave the scene as casually as a giant metal dog could.

[loyaltyandhonor]

Things were not exactly going well for Dreadwing. After Megatron had turned on him, he'd managed to escape before Megatron saw fit to terminate his spark. He was stuck on an unfamiliar cybertron without any allies, or even a purpose now that he had turned his back on a cause he'd committed his life to. He knew there were others around the city, but had thus far been avoiding them. He had more pressing concerns than socializing, like scavenging materials to fabricate some more weaponry (he didn't have quite as many explosives with him as he'd like given the sudden change in circumstances).

After searching through plenty of buildings, Dreadwing had hit the jackpot, coming across what once must have been a supply center for communications devices. He'd immediately gotten to work stripping equipment for parts, and at this point had a sizeable pile of electronic parts, mainly signal receivers.