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((From the personal log of Autobot Strata. Entry is backdated nearly 280 years, Cybertronian time.))
Well doesn't this just slag all? Photon would be washing my vocalizer out with solvent if she heard me cussing the way I am now, but she'll get over it.
We followed the directions that both Auspex and Shifter gave us, but something went wrong. Or at least, that's what Photon says. There was this weird energy surge as we busted through that portal they sent us to, and next thing we knew, we were on Cybertron. It's the right Cybertron... it's just the wrong slagging when. From what Photon was able to figure out, we've landed on Cybertron just under three centuries before everyone wakes up back on Earth and everyone here finally finds out what happened.
It's real slagging hard playing dumb when you already know their history. Especially since Mother and Photon got into this really deep philosophical discussion this one time about the possible ramifications of changing history and messing up time. I was pretty much lost after they started spouting Quantum Theory and Relativity at each other, but even I gathered that it is a Very Bad Thing.
Worst thing is, when we snooped around, trying to find a portal back to the Nexus to fix this foul up? Nothing. Not a slagging thing. Photon says that she can't find any energy surges equivilant to a portal there anywhere, so it looks like we're STUCK here. On the up side, we just have to be patient, I guess. If we'd stayed in our organic forms, we'd have died long before catching up to when we wanted to be, but in these bodies, we'll still be kicking long after we catch up.
Provided we don't get our afts shot to pieces by the Decepticons in the mean time. Boy did that come as a surprise, for the record. The only thing that saved us, popping up in Cybertronian airspace, was those apparently very Seeker profiles of ours. From a distance, the Decepticons assumed we were one of theirs and let us be.
Of course, the Autobots nearly nailed us, until they got a good look at our markings, and even then, it's taken most of a month here before they finally started trusting us. Well, sort of trusting us. They're shipping us out to some far distant outpost in the back end of the universe. This old security guy says it to "season" us, and get us some training, since we are, and I quote, "turbo-reving sparklets without a lick of experience between us." End quote. Personally, I think that we just freak them out, and they want us out of their hair and off of their consciences, since we look too much like Decepticons for them to totally trust us. It's a little disheartening, actually.
Shifter mentioned that they needed mechs with repair experience. Since I apparently have the time, now, I think I'm going to study to be a medic. Besides, then I can keep Photon in one piece better. And, apparently, it's not very common for medics to be combatants in the Autobots.
Boy, are the 'Cons in for a shock.
We're shipping out soon. Supposed to be a long push out there. Years they say. I have the feeling I'm going to be bored as slag all. Wish me luck.
Well doesn't this just slag all? Photon would be washing my vocalizer out with solvent if she heard me cussing the way I am now, but she'll get over it.
We followed the directions that both Auspex and Shifter gave us, but something went wrong. Or at least, that's what Photon says. There was this weird energy surge as we busted through that portal they sent us to, and next thing we knew, we were on Cybertron. It's the right Cybertron... it's just the wrong slagging when. From what Photon was able to figure out, we've landed on Cybertron just under three centuries before everyone wakes up back on Earth and everyone here finally finds out what happened.
It's real slagging hard playing dumb when you already know their history. Especially since Mother and Photon got into this really deep philosophical discussion this one time about the possible ramifications of changing history and messing up time. I was pretty much lost after they started spouting Quantum Theory and Relativity at each other, but even I gathered that it is a Very Bad Thing.
Worst thing is, when we snooped around, trying to find a portal back to the Nexus to fix this foul up? Nothing. Not a slagging thing. Photon says that she can't find any energy surges equivilant to a portal there anywhere, so it looks like we're STUCK here. On the up side, we just have to be patient, I guess. If we'd stayed in our organic forms, we'd have died long before catching up to when we wanted to be, but in these bodies, we'll still be kicking long after we catch up.
Provided we don't get our afts shot to pieces by the Decepticons in the mean time. Boy did that come as a surprise, for the record. The only thing that saved us, popping up in Cybertronian airspace, was those apparently very Seeker profiles of ours. From a distance, the Decepticons assumed we were one of theirs and let us be.
Of course, the Autobots nearly nailed us, until they got a good look at our markings, and even then, it's taken most of a month here before they finally started trusting us. Well, sort of trusting us. They're shipping us out to some far distant outpost in the back end of the universe. This old security guy says it to "season" us, and get us some training, since we are, and I quote, "turbo-reving sparklets without a lick of experience between us." End quote. Personally, I think that we just freak them out, and they want us out of their hair and off of their consciences, since we look too much like Decepticons for them to totally trust us. It's a little disheartening, actually.
Shifter mentioned that they needed mechs with repair experience. Since I apparently have the time, now, I think I'm going to study to be a medic. Besides, then I can keep Photon in one piece better. And, apparently, it's not very common for medics to be combatants in the Autobots.
Boy, are the 'Cons in for a shock.
We're shipping out soon. Supposed to be a long push out there. Years they say. I have the feeling I'm going to be bored as slag all. Wish me luck.