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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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So he'd maybe been expecting kaiju at this point, bring that the world he'd been dumped in seemed to be scaled to their size, so when what looks like a jaeger shrieks at him. It's enough to send Newton stumbling backward onto his butt and scrabbling away because what the hell?!

And then it talks to him. A jaeger, talking. And emoting. And shrieking. And breathing? If this isn't a death hallucination he doesn't know what it could be. So here he is, staring up at the massive metal form in front of him, trying to get his brain to engage and say something not stupid.

"I-- what?"

While certainly larger than Newt, Mayday would make a woefully undersized Jaeger! Not to mention he's scrawny enough you'd be hard pressed to fit a human anywhere inside him even if you hollowed him out (also, ew, humans inside people!).

The human is staring at him! Wow, he has... Not really interacted with humans except for that time he was a human and he honestly wasn't very good at interacting with humans then either.

Giving an awkward smile, he waggles his fingers, and says, "Um. Hi?"

Large humanoid robots will always be named jaegers in his head, sorry Mayday.

He's sitting on the floor still, reeling up at the talking metal form looking over him. That's it. He's totally dead. He takes a moment to draw in a deep breath and pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose to rub at his eyes.

"Goddamnit."

"Oh, uh-" The human is swearing. At him? "Sorry?"

Wait, why is he apologizing. He hasn't done anything wrong, other than exist. He shouldn't apologize for existing. The human should apologize for making this weird 'on a destroyed Cybertron' thing even weirder. Or something.

He doesn't demand an apology.

Instead he crouches down gingerly and says, "Um, I'm Mayday...?"

Newt's so wrapped up in his own world crumbling around him that he doesn't notice the robot crouch in front of him. God, he can't believe Hermann was right. That's the worst thing to come of this. Goddammnit.

When the bot speaks again, Newt looks up from where he's sitting on the floor, blinking.

"Well, that's not a very heroic sounding name. You're a jaeger right? Jaegers have names like Brawler Yukon or Gipsy Danger. Mayday is kinda... eh."

"Um." Wow, rude. He wasn't making any judgments on the humans name! Mostly because he didn't know what it was yet. He might judge it after.

And what the heck is a Jaeger? Some sort of robotic race of warrior people? Another faction of Cybertronians he's unaware of? Those name don't sound especially Cybertronian, but...

Well, whatever it is, he's pretty sure he's not one. "I'm... I'm an Autobot. See?" He points at the sigil on his chest as if that explains everything.

Newt stares at the sigil, and then looks back up at the Jaeger--or, well. The Autobot. Was this some faction he didn't know about? Like, some super secret shit that LOCCENT was working on on like combining human DNA with robotics--which would be totally sweet even if it probably wouldn't be all that helpful considering the sizes of the category fours the breach was spitting out.

"Is that some secret project or something? Operation Autobot sounds like something the PPDC would come up with. I mean, it's stupid, you're not really that big and if you have organic parts meddled with your robotics, that's gotta be painful right?I can't see how you'd use a PONS unit to meld, since th-- wait, how did you get past the neural load being too much?"

"Wait, what- what?" Mayday doesn't understand half of what Newt just said, what with the random acronyms and neural load and what. He did get some of it though, and frankly those parts are even more baffling.

"Organic parts? In my robotics? EW." He's actually been a human once - it was weird, long story - but the idea of actually mixing organic bits into his mechanics is just... Ugh! The look on his face is one of thorough disgust. "That's just... ewww! I'm an Autobot. A Cybertronian. What do secret projects have to do with anything?!"

Okay, so maybe he's wrong. Which is actually a good thing because that sure woulda been a waste of money on the PPDC's part. Organic robots, really. (It would be pretty cool though.) The disgust is enough for his eyebrows to raise and for him to put his hands up in defence.

"Hey buddy, don't look at me. I don't even know where I am. This is probably just some sort of coma or something. --Wait, are you an alien? An alien robot?"

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Mayday opens his mouth then closes it again as the human's own confusion defuses his dramatic bewilderment.

"Um, you're on Cybertron," he says. "A really crappy Cybertron." Then he crosses his arms and tilts his head up snootily. "And from my perspective you're the alien."

Newt blinks in disbelief before glancing around. All things considered, going to an alien planet with giant alien robots where he can breathe the atmosphere would be really sweet. Totally something out of a sci-fi movie, which is his jam. But, when he's in the middle of Earth saving epiphanies that involve proving Hermann wrong and y'know, being a rock star, he'd rather give it a rain check. At least until he knows he's not going back. And then he's gonna study the crap out of this place.

"It's not like I asked to come here--I'm pretty sure I didn't accidentally make a portal to another dimension or accidentally invent a wormhole machine! I was kinda in the middle of stuff!"

He frowns, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"I mean, it is pretty cool. But. That's totally beside the point."

"I didn't ask to come here either, you know," Mayday says, a whine creeping into his voice. "I had a place where I belonged. With friends! I'm terrible at making friends! And now I'm here and they're not, and- and-"

He sighs and sags. "It probably wasn't anything you did. Sometimes you just end up on different worlds in different universes apparently."

Well, the Autobot isn't entirely off base. Sometimes you do just end up on different world in different universes, but that usually happens to Earth in his experience. Being abducted to an alternate universe seems rather farfetched (though he can see why aliens would want to abduct him, he's really cool.) He's starting to have a few gears click softly into place, and though his brain is brimming with questions and arguing with itself and he really wishes he had a notebook he could just write all this down in, he just ends up making a small strangled noise of frustration and flumping down to sit on the ground.

"Dude, if it's any consolation, at least you have a height advantage. I'm kinda boned down here, being the alien and all."

Mayday makes a face when the human drops onto the ground. The ground is dirty. Gross. Then he gives a little laugh and a smile.

"Honestly, you're kind of lucky that you're here and not on my Cybertron. They, um. They really don't like organics. Kind of terrified of them."

Afraid of organics, who could believe that? Mayday totally never held that opinion and would probably have fainted at the sight of Newt once. Nope.

It's a lot to take in okay? Sitting down is better than falling face first into the rusted planet surface.

Newt quirks an eyebrow at the larger creature, leaning back on his palms so he can look up at him without straining his neck too much.

"Seriously? Do I look terrifying?"

Mayday looks Newt up and down, then shakes his head with a grin. "Mm, not to me. But I'm... kind of, sort of... used to humans. By now."

"But, um, yeah. At home. They'd probably be worried you spit acid or something." Crouching, he rests his head on his knees. "Though you have to admit that humans do produce a lot of noxious substances."

That gets Newt's eyebrow quirked up.

"Used to us? Are there more humans here?" he questions, frowning at the surroundings again as if he missed signs of human life to start with.

He laughs a little at Mayday, sticking his tongue out. "No acid here. And hey, that's only if we eat a curry or lots of eggs, okay."

"Here?" Mayday glances around as if more humans are going to suddenly pop out of the metalwork. "Um, not that I've seen? But then, I haven't really been here long. I guess I wouldn't be too surprised if there are, though. Where there's one human, there, uh, tend to be more."

Wow! He makes the most disgusted face at Newt. "Ewwwww!"

"So how d'you know all this about humans? I never heard of cybertron back home. I mean, we have aliens, but they're not exactly the talking type. More the giant and eating everything and destruction type."

He grins as Mayday looks disgusted. "Hey, totally natural. I bet you guys have an exhaust pipe or something right?"

"Oh! Um. That." Mayday rubs the back of his head awkwardly. "Uh, yeah. I was on Earth for awhile." He pauses for a moment. Giant eating everything aliens, what? "Er. An Earth. Also, um. Also I was... a human. For a bit."

He throws up his hands. "But that was really weird and also totally irrelevant to the current situation and we don't talk about people's exhaust emissions that is rude."

He grins a little, the comment about farts now making sense. Teasing this guy is just a little too much fun.

"C'mon, we aren't that bad. I bet you liked it a little bit. Food is amazing, right?" he grins, before leaning back on his palms and looking up at Mayday. "I didn't know giant robot alien farts was a touchy subject, sorry dude."

"No, it was awful! Terrible! The absolute worst!" Mayday crosses his arms stubbornly, but after a moment he mumbles, "Maybe the food was okay."

Then he huffs, because he really is way too easy to tease, and says, "It's- it's not touchy, it's just gross! You're gross!"

To prove his point and his utmost maturity, he sticks out his tongue at Newt.

Newt mocks looking insulted.

"I'm gross? Wow! Who's being rude now! Isn't that just part of nature, man. I mean, you guys eat and have waste products, right? Inquiring minds gotta know. Everyone poops."

"I do not poop!" He had to when he was a human. It was terrible.

"We process energy and oil very cleanly!" Mayday sticks his nose in the air huffily.

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Newt laughs loudly, resisting the urge to roll around on the ground. Suddenly being here wasn't as anxiety inducing. Laughing was helping. Even if it was at the expense of Mayday.

"Mmh, yeah, but you still have exhausts," he grins, leaning right back on his palms. "So wait, do you actually eat? How are you even alive?"

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IM SORRY IM SHIT

NO YOU ARE GOOD YOU ARE SHINING

NOPE ACTUAL TRASH hopefully im back now..

WELCOME BACK :3c

THANKS

THUMBS UP

YAY

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omfg i love these two

gosh they are hilarious together

SO GOOD BROS FOR LIFE