[Accidental Video]

[only_amessenger]

[A very distressed looking Sam Witwicky is fighting with his device right now, jamming buttons with far more force than is really necessary, as a bored looking TransTech from processing looks on. Apparently, he’s not all that interested in the paperwork or the comm tutorial, or he might have noticed that he’d turned the feed on.]

Are you serious?

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[ops_meister]

Hate to tell you, but they aren't going to listen. None of us would be here otherwise.

[Have a friendly smile anyway. It sucks to meet this way, but what can you do?]

Name's Jazz, nice to meet you.

[only_amessenger]

So what, I'm just supposed to stand around and wait until they're good and ready? I don't know about you, but I kind of have another engagement. Some things to do. Questions to- [Ow. Ow. Ow. Dammit, he is going to take a buzzsaw to a wrist in a minute. Still, he manages to grind out:] ask.

[Okay, bad topic. Let's try something else.]

Wait, hold up. Jazz?

[ops_meister]

You can fill out paperwork for an exit visa but nobody really knows what method they use to decide who gets theirs next. There are some people that have barely been here before they get theirs but that Ironhide has been here something like two years.

And trust me, we all have better things to be doing.

[Like, you know, not being offlined by Insecticons.]

Yup, Jazz.

[Head-tilt. You say that like you recognize his name, but he's definitely sure he doesn't know you.]

[only_amessenger]

Yeah. Of course. I'm sure you get it.

[He definitely doesn't sound convinced.]

But I can't just sit here. Two years? Two years, and everyone could be dead. Or worse.

[Not that anyone here seemed to care. What's a bunch of dead humans?]

... You look a lot less. Uh. Silver.

[ops_meister]

Word on the street is you're sent back to the exact same point in time as you left, like you were never gone.

[Not that Jazz knows that this is actually true, but if it keeps people from panicking while they're here, then he might as well pass it along. He's going to continue to hope that it's true; it's all he has.]

Silver? I've never been... Oh! The Tyran Jazz must be yours. I'm universal stream Primax 1005.19 Gamma, completely different universe.

[Have a grin, like that solves all your problems.]

[only_amessenger]

... If they can do that, then they could technically send us back whenever we wanted. I mean, it's not like they care about screwing with us, from the looks of things. It's like a time paradox wrapped in interdimensional candy coding.

[He'd still have the Decepticon hitchhiker, but if he knew about Sentinel's intentions before he attacked Ironhide. Before he'd tried to protect him...]

Tyra-what?

Let me get this straight. You're Jazz, but... you're not Jazz.

[ops_meister]

Sure they could but our problems don't mean anything to them. As far as their concerned they saved us from being stuck between dimensions.

[He shrugs. Jazz has no idea if that's actually true--he doesn't exactly trust Transtech Starscream.]

Tyran. It's what we call anyone from your universe so when we're talking about someone with an alternate, everyone knows which one. I'm Jazz, just not the one you know.