robothell | they say i'll adjust

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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Yeeeaaahhh, that little bout of speechlessness doesn't really earn Perceptor any points. Aftermath knows prejudice when he sees it and while his featureless face doesn't give much away, but there's definitely a decidedly bemused air between them.

"I'd personally ask Nautica or Brainstorm about that. They're the more scientific sort." Well, wrong foot or not, Aftermath was still obliged to give the newcomer some direction. "The basic summary so far seems to be that people are getting pulled in from different times and dimensions. No rhyme or reason, just... pop!"

He turns and gestures for Perceptor to follow, still holding the cube out in case the scientist decided to take up the offer. "What's the last thing you recall before landing here, if I may ask?"

"Who?"

He's more baffled by the offer than anything else. He's never heard those names before in his life, but this bot expects him to know them? Like they're some sort of famous individuals? "Wait, stop. You're telling me this place is the result of some sort of dimensional rift?"

Because that he can, partially, understand. To some extent at least. It's quantifiable. Something he can research and poke.

"... speaking with Optimus Prime," he mutters, rubbing a hand down his face before taking the cube. It looks so awkward just being held out like that.

"Nautica is a quantum mechanic and Brainstorm... well, he's got quite the reputation as a weapon's engineer but calling him such would be a bit of understatement." To say the least. "I'd go talk with Nautica first. She tends to be a bit more, ah, patient. The issue of this being a dimensional rift will also be resolved there."

The cube is taken and Aftermath casts the new mech a curious look. "Are you Perceptor, by any chance?" There were a lot of visual differences but...

"I'll take anyone capable with quantum anything over a glorified bomb maker," he snaps. Though, really, the ire is more directed toward the aforementioned Brainstorm than anyone else. Ugh -- weapons engineers. The very reason the blasted war got off the ground. "Utterly disgraceful."

The question earns a scowl, and his hands go to his hips. "Of course I am! Who did you think I'd be, Jetfire?"

"You don't really look like the Perceptor I know," Aftermath says carefully. "Do you know anything about... hmmm."

Perceptor knew Optimus Prime and Optimus's title as Prime was not given to him until near the very beginning of the war, so what would Perceptor know that would possibly land him in their universe?

"Do you know of Nyon?"

"Well, you don't look anything like any bot I know, so perhaps we're even, hm?"

It comes out a bit snippy. Of course he's Perceptor -- who else would he be? Everyone on Cybertron knew him. So what if he'd made some body modifications? They were only intended to better allow his research.

"I know it's more than likely on fire, like the rest of the bloody planet."

Yeah, no, Aftermath is still not introducing himself, sorry buddy.

"Nyon's not on fire anymore and neither is any other city as far as I know." Still, he didn't point out the whole horrible mess that was Nyon and what the Prime at the time had been doing there, so...

"The entirety of the bloody planet is on fire by now, as far as I know. No thanks to Megatron..."

Bitter, much, Perceptor? Nah, no way. Not you. You're totally okay with the war, aren't you? He eyes the cube a little skeptically before securing it away out of sight.

No sense in making himself a target.

"There are currently four Megatrons on this planet," Aftermath says, almost cheerfully, casting a sideways glance at Perceptor to watch his reaction. "Two are young and I can say for sure that the one from my universe at least is quite pleasant. The third is nearer to my time and while I personally dislike him immensely, he's not really prone to killing people."

It's a good thing he put the cube away, because if he hadn't, he would have dropped it right then and there. As it stands now, he staggers back a bit, staring at the stranger in shock.

"What...? How is that...? What are you talking about?"

"Like I said, this place seems to be a dimensional hub. We get some strange people appearing." They reach the side of the crater and Aftermath picks his way up a pathway that had been cleared there.

"I know at least one person whose universe doesn't seem to have Cybertron so far. A lot of people who were supposed to be dead have apparently come from a while before their deaths. There's Optimus Prime AND Orion Pax, but not from the same universes."

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