they say i'll adjust

[sciencetank]

Who: Perceptor and YOU
Where: The Crater
When: RIGHT NOW
What: The science tank makes his inglorious arrival, facedown in the muck.
Warnings: extensive amounts of space British.

One moment you're lecturing Optimus Prime about the energon shortage, and the next...

The next you're facedown in the dirt, picking yourself up and wondering indignantly if this was some joke Warpath was playing on him.  Because that would just be the way of things.  Just his luck.  Tossed out into the dirt for some imagined offense on the part of the brainless soldier.  As if he didn't have enough to do.  As if there weren't enough things on his mind.

But as he hauls himself to his feet... the world is decidedly not the war-torn one surrounding his Nerve Center.

In fact, nothing of this is familiar.  Or as it should be.  This is... the very air is different.  There are things sprouting from the ground lacking the crystalline structure anything on Cybertron should possess.   He can only stare at them in awe.

And suspicion.

"What in the name of Primus is...?" 

Huge fingers lift one of the plants up, peering at a leaf curiously.  He's never seen anything like this in all his travels.  In all his research, he never dreamed...  Where is he? 

"Where is this?" 

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[warcorrespondent]

So, Aftermath might have been camping out on the edge of the crater, with a tiny camera set up, trying to record people appearing in the crater. So far, all accounts pointed to the crater being the primary location for people to appear. Everyone he met and talked to said the same thing.

The camera was basically a 'set and forget' kind of deal, kept charged by a solar panel. It had enough memory to last a good month without being touched either. Mostly, he just needed to come down here to check that it hadn't been found and/or messed with, carefully keeping an optic out for any signs of the local marauding DJD commander.

He hadn't expected his timing to coincide with someone actually arriving. The old truck looks up from the readings on the back of the camera in time to see the red mech standing up.

Time to go into welcome committee mode, it seemed!

Transforming, the big, armored truck rolls down the steep slope of the crater, leaving a massive trail of dust in his wake.

"Hello there, Stranger!" he calls out over his own heavy engine roar when he gets near enough.

did someone say nautica

[quantumechanic]

The plants had piqued Nautica's intellectual curiosity, but right now that had to take a back seat to matters of survival, and she was focusing her efforts on energon refining. It was hardly a difficult process; any student fresh off her qualifying exams could recite the steps. Getting it going on a large enough scale to keep their growing population supplied, and doing it with salvaged scraps? Trickier. Good thing she was used to making do with less. Caminus' resource crunch taught a mech to be resourceful, if nothing else.

She was in the crater, surveying the extent of the energon deposit to see what sort of extraction would be feasible, and ignoring any part of the universe that wasn't the scanner readout on her wrench as she crouched in the dust beside the glowing crack in the ground.