Characters: Rodimus Prime
Content: What the frag...is this place?
Location: Near the Iacon's center-point
Time of day: Late at night
Warnings: None
Status: (Active/Finished?) Active
The last thing he remembered was returning to his living quarters in Iacon after being finally, FINALLY released from Medical. He had been looking forward to spending a few orns alone, with no medics hovering over him to run a scan every five cycles. He was looking forward to relaxing. He was looking forward to reading. He was especially looking forward to getting back together with his team.
All that was dashed when he woke up in the middle of the street....here.
He had no idea where here was. This...wasn't the Iacon he knew. Oh sure, it looked like Iacon...somewhat.
And where was everyone? Usually the streets were packed with mechs and femmes. Only a few signatures were registering against his sensors right now, and none of them were familiar.
Against his better judgement, he opened up a general comm on the Autobot frequency. //This is Autobot Rodimus Prime. ...Where am I?//