1982

[not_toothfairy]

It's a long slagging way to Earth from where Cybertron used to be. Most of the trip is in the past by now. When you're an organism that measures its lifespan in numbers that require scientific notation by human standards, a couple of decades left hardly mean anything at all.

Or they shouldn't mean anything at all, anyway. Nobody ever makes it to the

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[mend_and_defend]

The storage sector is yet another featureless box, empty except for Bob himself. The Guardian was sealed inside mere moments before--or so it seems to him.

"...I'm sorry, run that by me again?"

[not_toothfairy]

"Ten years- Cybertronian ones, anyway. Dunno how they measure up to Earth years."

We're going to assume they're a pretty close match. It's easier.

[mend_and_defend]

"You're joking. I just got in here..." Bob shakes his head. "You said we were thirty-five years away from Earth. Why are you waking me up now? Is something wrong?"

[not_toothfairy]

"That's why they call it stasis lock. Total suspension. And the only thing wrong is I'm slaggin' bored. I can't even raise a sensor ghost from the Decepticons on my screens..."