Temporary 'home' [open to any Autobot or ally]

[heroindisguise]

Characters: Optimus, Read Alert, Mirage, any Autobot who wants to tag along.
Content: The Autobots regroup after the skirmish and decide what to do next. Luckily, the deserted Autobot base is where they expected it to be.
Location: Autobot base - Iacon.
Time of day: Late evening
Warnings: none.
Status: (Active/Finished?) Active

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[hidingnotlost]

The roads of Cybetron were smooth, and his alt form held his injuries stable, making travel easy. It felt good to be following Optimus again, an Optimus that was sure of himself and unafraid to take charge. Mirage hoped it would last. He had a sense of direction with things as they were now.

Mirage transformed near the center of their ranks, walking up to the front where Optimus was waiting for him. "Yes sir, my self-repair systems have been working as we traveled."

The concern and friendliness Optimus showed made forgetting that they weren't actually familiar with each other easy. "Of course. I will comm you if I run into trouble, or to give the all-clear."

With that, he transformed once more and zipped off toward the base. Once again he attempted to activate his electro-disruptors, and found they actually functioned this time. Invisible and silent. Just as he liked. The building loomed ahead, and on the periphery of the exterior wall, he shifted into bipedal mode to explore the perimeter first.

[scientificlife]

The Autobot base had proven to be the best possible choice as far as patching Jazz up went, the sniper, his scientist double, Jazz, and Chromia having set up camp while the injure mech was repaired. Perceptor helped where he could but he was out of practice while his double was much more capable, so the majority of the repairs he left to Percy. Instead he aided Chromia with scouting, allowing the femme to venture deeper into Iacon while he himself stuck close to base, keeping an optics on the perimeter as well as the two inside

[hidingnotlost]

Not much time had passed before Mirage came upon the scientist-gone-sniper. He recognized Perceptor immediately, but still hesitated to reveal himself or approach too close right away.

It could be a trick, or maybe this, like Optimus, wasn't the one he knew. maybe this one was evil, or crazy, or trigger-happy? Well, only one way to find out.

"Perceptor?" He asked as non-threateningly as possible, remaining invisible. If this was a Perceptor that knew a Mirage, he wouldn't be too alarmed by the disembodied voice.

[scientificlife]

The sniper startled slightly as his name was spoken, instinctively reaching back for his rifle before he paused and it was lucky for the invisible mech that he was able to put two and two together quickly enough.

Disappearing spark signature. Someone that he couldn't see speaking his name. The answer was pretty much smacking him right in the face.

"Mirage?" he asked after another brief moment, optics darting one way then the other as his target optic attempted to locate the others exact location. "...I should have guessed upon your initial approach to the base."

Now, question was, was this his reality's Mirage?

[dsgntionprowl]

While Mirage was inside scouting, the other assembled Autobots waited outside, patiently or not depending on the mech. Ever in the patient camp, Prowl stood silently, pondering over this strange course of events. Just as he was concluding he felt like it would take vorns to properly process it and all its implications and possibilities, his attention was drawn away by a flash of red. Sideswipe. Though they had all transformed and made it this far, something seemed at least a little off with the frontline warrior. He had taken a direct hit... Shockwave's cannon wasn't as horribly destructive as Megatron's, but taking a hit from it was certainly no laughing matter. Tilting his head when he'd seen he'd caught Sideswipe's attention, he spoke with a brief flutter of his doors. "Are you well? Shockwave's cannonblast hit you..."

[charminginred]

Had it been Sunstreaker who'd gotten hit by Shockwave's cannonblast, there wouldn't have been much of an issue. Sideswipe's plating however wasn't as strong as his twin's and thus left the red Lamborghini limping slightly, as well as he tried to hide it. Trying not to reach down and paw at the itching and stinging plating, a certain Datsun's voice caused the frontliner to pick his head up and stare at the tactician for a moment before replying.

"I've had worse," he said with a dismissive shrug, watching Prowl closely. He hadn't seen the shuttle get hit, but he had seen the aftermath of it...and none of it was pretty. Yet...here stood the black and white tactician in front of him like that day had never happened....Hmmm...

[dsgntionprowl]

Prowl's head canted to the side thoughtfully. "True, but even the smallest limp is cause for some attention," he replied. There was a moment of silence, in which the tactician observed the red mech's lingering, interested gaze. "Is something the matter?" For a moment he had considered asking if there was something on his face, more than likely proving he'd been working too many of the wartime vorns with Jazz.

[charminginred]

"I'll be fine," Sideswipe assured, waving a hand at the Datsun before folding his arms over his front to keep his hands tucked away. So did Prowl not remember? Or did he not.... "Ah...I might have hit my head a little hard on landing. Because I think I'm seeing things I shouldn't. Little ant looking things that laugh like a mad scientist wielding around a gun...Cybertron back in its golden days...You."

[onlyaglitch]

Red Alert was apprehensive, weary, and all his sensors were on full, well, alert. Megatron's shot hadn't proved fatal, but the lack of an arm was a bit of an issue. The energon bleeding didn't seem much of a hindrance, but he'd have to fix it soon--if there was even someone here who could. (And he was just starting to trust Ratchet, too.) For now, using some nearby scrap to press it on as a type of crude patch would have to do.

In alt mode, it was easier to maneuver and move, and Red Alert slowly transformed before following the other "Autobots" a safe distance away. He spoke not a word to them, even when they arrived at this so-called base. There Red Alert dispatched from the group, quietly and easily, taking refuge in a corner to sit and tend to his wound, to at least stop the bleeding. His optics snuck up every minute or two to make sure they weren't about to pounce on him or turn into giant black/yellow blob monsters.

HOPPING IN

[iheartfire]

Inferno had just landed on this metal-ball of a planet, but thanks to a couple clicks of aimless wandering and a clear-as-day message from Optimus Prime, he found himself stopped in front of what appeared to be a building. His hand paused on the doors, mentally debating whether to push or wait it out. Can't be too careful, you know? Red taught him that one (over and over, but it never seemed to stick

Re: HOPPING IN

[onlyaglitch]

No. No no no no no no no no no no.

Red Alert could cock an optic ridge at some little techno-organic claiming to be Inferno. He could relatively handle copies of his supposed teammates. But what he could not handle was the possibility of a copy of his best friend.

"What--what--!" Red Alert sputtered, jaw gaping. "What are you doing--" Might not be his Inferno. He paused. "How do I know if you're the real Inferno?" he demanded, optics squint. After all, there were two Perceptors, probably more. It was a highly likely chance this could be a different Inferno. This place was absolute balls.

Red Alert clutched at his wound and slowly stood. His gun was gone, with his arm, but he still had his shoulder rocket. "Yes, keep your hands raised and stay put. Don't come any closer until I'm positive on your identification." He glared at the other Autobots. "And theirs, too..."

oh sorry, fell asleep in your eyes or something

[iheartfire]

Red sure could be a hassle to deal with on a good day, Inferno mentally noted as he kept his arms raised, and man, today did not seem to be goin' like a normal day.

Caution was clearly the best course of action, it wasn't worth it to risk spooking Red. "Awh, come on buddy." Inferno risked a small step forward and pasted his best smile on, "You gotta know I'm tha real deal." It was almost liek trying to befriend an injured turbofox; can't be too hasty or they'll bite and run off. Careful, careful.

Inferno chanced it again, taking one more small step towards the panicking Autobot. "Go ahead and run'yer diagnostics, Red. Ya gotta believe me." Optics shot across Red Alert's frame, trying to see if any other piece seemed to be missing from the security director. "Yer arm's all busted up and gawn, Red. You gotta..." The firetruck dropped his hands, taking the moment to sigh deeply and scratch at his helm.

"Ya gotta believe me. Come on, we'll go try to fin' Prime, getcha fixed up."

[vita_scientia]

"To any Autobot in communication range, this is Optimus Prime. We have encountered Decepticons on the planet - be on alert. Our priority is to find a safe place to regroup: if you can receive this, head for these coordinates."

Perceptor jerked his head up sharply as he received the transmission. Prime! Was it too much to hope that it might even be his Prime? Possibly, however, one of Perceptor's chief "failings" has always been an overabundance of hope, and so he would continue to hold onto that hope until it was proven false.

Hard on the heels of that, came the sudden realization that the very coordinates provided were those of the base that Perceptor and his counterpart had taken refuge in. As they had hoped, other Autobots were inbound to rendezvous here. He heaved a thin sigh of relief.

// Optimus? The base is secure, // he transmits to the Prime on that open Autobot frequency. // Myself and a counterpart from an alternate reality, as well as individuals from yet another reality, have taken refuge there. I have prepared the

[heroindisguise]

The response from the Prime came after an astrosecond of surprise - immediately followed by perceivable warmth in his voice.

//Perceptor, am I glad to hear from you! We are heading inside as we speak, you might want to keep those instruments ready. Mirage and Sideswipe are a little banged up from our encounter with Megatron.//Resolutely, he made his way inside the base, not without a quick gesture to the others to announce that he was going ahead to meet Perceptor

[vita_scientia]

// We? // he asked Prime. // Have you determined which reality you and everyone else with you hail from? // Because Perceptor knew of at least three represented thus far, and he was rather selfishly hoping that some of these new arrivals might have been from his own reality.

It wasn't that Jazz and Chromia and his counterpart were not pleasant nor fascinating to converse with - nothing could be farther from the truth, especially in regards to his counterpart - however... As fascinating as they were, he rather missed familiar faces. Even if they didn't necessarily miss him.

And, perhaps... Perhaps there was a little hope deep inside that since Jazz and Chromia had come from different time points in their reality, that others from different chronological points in his reality might arrive. Mechs who no longer lived when he was from. Like Ratchet and Wheeljack

I can html ;-;

[heroindisguise]

Relieved, Optimus turned to look around, quickly scanning the area to make sure all of his companions had found shelter inside the base.

//I am not sure, Perceptor, but as far as I know there's mechs from at least a couple of realities with me. You can judge for yourself when you meet them, and maybe help me figure it out. I am looking forward to seeing you again, my friend.//

He sent a quick ping to all of the Autobots that had come with him to base.

//Prowl, Sideswipe, Red Alert, Mirage - We have a medbay. Join me and Perceptor as soon as you can, I know some of your wounds were serious.//

He smiled, unseen. Things were looking up.

[beeingawesome]

Bumblebee peeked in the new Autobot base. Everyone that went in sure looked Autobot to him but he was still uncertain. There was no one that looked like the build of his universe. He had seen three Perceptors but not even one from his home. Of course, he really didn't know his Perceptor. From what he did know, three in one place was just way too nerdy for the yellow bot.

Still on his ped wheels, he zoomed into the base. He guessed it would be best to report to whatever Optimus was here. Bumblebee would rather still be exploring, but iot would be good top have a team to report back to.