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You don't know how you got here. One minute you were walking, sleeping, maybe dead -- then you're here, your feet suddenly carrying you down an empty street. Where's here?

Any Cybertronian would recognize this as their home planet, Cybertron, but it's not a Cybertron they've ever known. It has all the familiar hallmarks, but none of the specifics -- the city isn't one anyone here could identify, and even at a glance it's obvious that no one's set foot on the planet's surface in hundreds of years. The city and its surrounding areas all bear the marks of devastating war, of dust and rust collected over centuries. With no one in sight -- right at first, anyway -- there's plenty to explore. In fact, if you start walking, you'll find that your feet may just carry you in one particular direction.

A) The crater.
On one edge of the city is a massive crater left by some wartime weapon that seems to have taken out a large chunk of the surrounding metropolitan area. At the center of the crater it's broken through the surface of the terrain to reveal what looks like it might be a promising energon deposit. There is some strange but native vegetation growing around the edges, too, that no Cybertronian would be able to identify -- small, metallic, brittle-looking sprouts that bear a curiously organic-looking fruit of some kind that doesn't look like it's intended for consumption by any natives of the planet. In one rocky nook of the crater, light catches on the surface of a pool of water, which seems strangely out of place on Cybertron. On closer inspection, it seems that somehow an underground water source has formed a spring in the crater.

B) The center of the city.
If you follow where your feet seem to want to carry you, you'll find yourself in the middle of the ruined city. It seems that the center of the city was once home to a massive forum, and some of the pillars and structures still stand. At the very center of the forum is a massive, elaborately constructed fountain, although it has now long since run dry of whatever used to fill it. One of the low, inner walls of the forum has a terminal embedded in its surface, although it looks curiously ancient, out of place with the rest of the city, and unlike the rest of the technology still left around, there doesn't seem to be any way to power it on or operate it. There are a few scattered pools of water and a few of the strange metallic plants in the city, too, but they're not quite as plentiful as in the crater.

The planet was obviously once home to a massive network of communication relays, but those have all been long since destroyed. However, with the bits and pieces left behind and a few determined minds, it wouldn't be too hard to build a working, if rudimentary, one...

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Nautica, if questioned, would be willing to admit she was confused, but at least this was less immediately threatening than a derelict Lost Light surrounded by quantum foam. Shame about Nightbeat being unaccounted for, though. Very inconsiderate of him, given the magnitude of the mystery to be solved. He was probably okay, for the moment, assuming he and the rest didn't get blown up when spacetime ruptured from the damaged quantum engines, not that there was much she could do about that from here.

"Here" had to be Cybertron. She didn't recognize the city, but she wouldn't, now would she? The weird part was that neither her on-board radio nor her wrench were picking up any comms signals. Instead, she followed the one strong reading she was getting, a power signature, to the crater--and to its energon.

That would be why there was a smallish purple 'bot crouched in the center of the crater, looking intently at a wrench, a briefcase forgotten on the ground next to her.

"Good grief, that's an extensive deposit."

Nautica will find her survey of the energon deposit interrupted by the thumping of heavy footsteps and a sudden weight on the armor between the impellers on her back. Hopefully she doesn't mind about going face first into Cybertronian dirt, because unless she slips out of this, she'll be finding her upper body pinned under the weight of one dark gray forearm. The other was aiming for the actual target here - the wrench - as it aims to catch the hand holding it and keep it pressed into the ground.

Finding an Autobot surveying the crater was probably the thing that made the most sense of this entire situation. And while one of Sentinel's forces wasn't a problem, if this one was around it would mean there were more nearby. It also meant this one might have information on where they were and what was going on!

"Don't move. I'm going to ask you a few questions."

"Ahh!" Nautica was suddenly, unexpectedly getting much better acquainted with Cybertron, face-first. She recognized the voice, but that only made things even more inexplicable.

"What are you doing? Let me up!" He might be the Captain, but this was entirely uncalled-for. She kicked the ground a few times like Rodimus having a temper tantrum to emphasize her point.

The Autobot is denied any explanation as he keeps a firm hold, a little annoyed by the struggling but not otherwise dissuaded.

He takes a glance at the wrench - the surveying interface didnt make much sense, and he doesn't expect there'll be time for a closer inspection.

"What planet is this? Where are we?"

"Cybertron! I'd have told you if you'd just asked. The tackle was not necessary!" Tendency to needle Rodimus aside, Megatron had seemed like a good captain up until this. It did not inspire continued faith in his leadership abilities.

In fact, it was so uncharacteristic that... "Are you okay? Did you hit your head on something?" Despite being thoroughly pinned, Nautica still tried, with predictably limited success, to wiggle enough that she could see him instead of the ground and check for obvious head injuries that might be affecting his brain module.

With enough wiggling, Nautica will find her would-be Captain staring back with a grim scowl, bearing worn and beaten armor but no noticeable head injuries. She'll find her helm buried a little deeper into the ground for the trouble.

The Autobot's concern from him was a little baffling, but it wasn't enough to abate,"Be more specific. Which state - which city?"

THE CRATER

the best of first impressions

what'd she dooooo? DDDD8

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YOOYOYOY

dadimus halp there's a big gold mech i've never seen before threatening me for "insubordination" D8

validate meeeee

not unless u ask nicely >:[

pls

Re: THE CRATER

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