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Perceptor wanders through the corridors and hallways of Autobot City, quite frankly a little overhwelmed and lost. Frostbite, Cureall, and that priestess of Primus who claimed to know her, had also claimed that five years had already passed from when she thought it was, and that Strata and Photon had grown up. Had not only grown up, but had adopted Cybertronian forms by virtue of the magic that they had possessed, and had moved to Autobot City.
It's all very overwhelming.
Not nearly as overhwelming, however, as what next greets Perceptor's eyes... puttering about despondantly in the laboratory just down the corridor from her own.
"W-wheeljack?" Perceptor stammers, shocked. "How... is this possible?"
It's all very overwhelming.
Not nearly as overhwelming, however, as what next greets Perceptor's eyes... puttering about despondantly in the laboratory just down the corridor from her own.
"W-wheeljack?" Perceptor stammers, shocked. "How... is this possible?"