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( Rodimus flicks the passport bracelet on, and his hologram is in the middle of a conversation with someone else - voice easily recognizable as Drift even though the hologram only shows one. )

Are you kidding-- this is too good not to share with everyone else.

Just give it back when you're done? I paid good money for that!

( Who knew there was actually stuff on that battered old data pad Drift found in the marketplace? )

Yeah, yeah, you got it.

( Rodimus resets his vocalizer, adopting something of an official tone without an ounce of seriousness. And begins to read from the datapad. )

There is grace in movement
Every swing of the pick
My spark grows warm with
Affection

( He stops, snickering for a moment or two before he flicks through the datapad to find another one. )

Okay, okay what about-- Drift, this one's titled "To A Conjux Endura I Do Not Have".

Wow that sounds cheery. ( ~~And maybe he tried to read it to someone already.~~ ) What about this one? "Pax Morium".

Can't be as 'interesting' as the other, but here goes nothing:

To see
When so many are blinded

To act
When so many are bridled

To choose
When so many are limited

You do as no other would
envy and admiration sparks in me.
But are you too late, Orion?

Too late.

( SO MUCH AWKWARD SILENCE ) Uhhhh.....??

You don't think- Drift, who wrote this--

( There's a noise, Rodimus' head whipping around to the side before a high pitched squeal from off-hologram, followed by a metallic thunk. Rodimus looks panicked, and his free hand goes up in a defensive gesture. )

I didn't know it was yours, I swea--

( The pad disappears from his hand and there's a very similar - identical, really - metallic sound as his head jerks forward. Like as if someone had smacked him upside the back of the head. The hologram cuts out just as Rodimus yelps. )

[[ Rodimus in chocolate & and Drift in dodger blue ]]

gunlegs

Since there's more than two Cybertronians stuck together, I'm gonna be hammering in a gentle reminder that the Tyrest Accord still exists as long as I'm here. And that means no spreading any of our wartime scrap to anyone on this station. Any of it. Specially if you enjoy your freedom and your health.

To any of you fleshy types: If some two-bit Decepticon lowlife comes in offering something too good to be true, something particularly gruesome and good at making things you don't like explode - just don't even bother. Their faction name isn't there for fun. You'd be surprised how many times organics have fallen for the 'used antimatter cannon' routine.

My name's Fortress Maximus, by the way.

[Yes, it's a mouthful. Some robots have one of those names.]

I'll be here if you're having trouble with any of our lunkheads.

ruinedeverything

[There's a rather monotone, very British-like voice. If it weren't so monotone you could almost say it sounded annoyed, but monotone doesn't ever sound like that. That would just be illogical.]

That was a rather poor explanation of what is going on, if this truly happens so much. Quite unfortunate. The process could so easily be refined and perfected.

Incredibly illogical.

I am Shockwave. If any of you have any useful information I would find it most favorable if you were to inform me.

walkingballpit

[ The hologram is rather funny looking, walking in place through an unseen crowd, occasionally making weird arm motions that are either steering people out of his way or a terrible interpretive dance. ]

Okay. Nobody panic. There may or may not be a cat wandering the space station. Or. You know. Crawling around in the ducts. I'm not sure if he's in them yet.

For those that aren't from Earth, a cat is a small, nonverbal ball of orange fur with four legs. This answers to Niels.

[ He stops walking momentarily, but then shrugs and resumes the pace. ]

Okay, he doesn't answer to Niels, but he'll glance at you for a good four seconds before he goes back to doing what he wants.

If you see him, please, please don't spook him. Just call me. He's not a normal housecat - trust me we do not want him freaking out in a confined space. You should see what he does to his carriers.

[ It has, at least, occurred to him that everyone from an Earth is going to think this is a joke or perhaps that he's crazy. He might as well go for broke, right? ]

Um. Better let me know if you see any. Unusual. Light shows. And don't use any high-speed bouncing blurs of orange for target practice. You'll only make him harder to catch.

luckyfaceplate

[Blah blah blah, waking up on a strange new world with weirdo things going on and no clue as to how he got there. Yeah, those were things Optimus had to deal with recently off-screen. Something about being a Chosen Host, having the power of an Infinity Gem, and being stuck here til further notice. It was something he had to carefully take in before reaching out to anyone. He's not exactly one to look around like a deer in the headlights either, so he already scoped out the surrounding area as best he could before using the network. Why ask when you can just use your eyes, right?

Right.

Except when that only gets you the bare basics. So here he is, using the audio function of the network. In case he's trapped in this place with people who aren't exactly friendly with his kind.

To be honest, he couldn't blame them.]

This is Optimus Prime, Commander of the Autobot faction of Cybertron. It appears I've been transported to this world, and am seeking out potential allies to help with this mission we've been given.

Any is appreciated at this point.

Autobots, if any of you can hear this, I want your exact coordinates.

[Now.]

Also, more information on this world would be beneficial. It seems we're all stuck together whether we like it or not, so sharing shouldn't be too much of an issue.

Optimus, out.

alwaysadrift

[Hello Knowhere, it's been a little while. Drift's generally good spirited demeanor seems a touch off-kilter today. Something's clearly gotten the swordmech in a state of awkward uncertainty.]

Sooo, uh. Has anyone, by chance....seen another one of my kind? But bigger, red chassis, blue helm, faceplate, tall audio spires. [As if Drift needed to illustrate that by putting his fingers to the sides of his helm; his own finials do that all on their own.] Sometimes looks like a big truck?

[AHEM.]

Answers to the name Optimus Prime?

[Because Drift swears he's seen the Autobot leader walking the halls of Knowhere. If Optimus had arrived, Drift would have heard about it before this, right? RIGHT? So was it a vision? Or has he taken too many hits to the helm? Maybe the last of the energon in his ration pack finally went bad? He still doesn't understand these powers that he--supposedly!?--has, and you know, how they're even supposed to work.]

Erm, on that note. Anyone out there with a time gem shard, if you've had an success with your powers, I'd love to hear from you.

[Tell him your secrets!]

knightoflight

When you have some free evening, could you come see me?

Oh! And bring some of that, what was it? 'Strawberry jell-o'?

[Someone has a surpriiiiiiiiise.]

sorrynotguilty

Despite all other events, I do happen to have a bit of good news. No one is going to have to deal with Cybertronians going offline or into stasis lock due to starvation.

[ this is very good news. yay for robots no longer going without their fuel source! ]

I have found a fair bit of energon that should tide us over until we can find a more reasonable solution. [ hint hint, Starscream. converters would be GREAT. ] It's unfortunate, but we will need to ration it to make it last longer.

For the humans and other organic races, I wouldn't recommend touching any pink liquid substances. Energon can be toxic to you and requires a certain method of removing it.

[ hey. at least he's throwing that warning out, right? ]

sophos

[The hologram pops up to a girl about seventeen, curly haired and sitting down on a bed.]

So - I found something. [Super helpful there, Annabeth! Please continue.] Near where that giant fissure is, if you've gone to see it. It was like a USB port, I took a look at it, blah blah blah.

[The shape of her in the hologram shifts as she reaches for something, and then she's holding a laptop in the tiny image.]

Now bear with me here, because it's gonna be a little hard to see over a hologram. [And she displays the screen of her computer, where a three second video plays. It shows something like this standing on the prairie planet's surface.]

I know it's hard to see like this - that's why I've uploaded a download to the network to view at your leisure, but I figured there'd be people mistrustful of a strange file offering without backup. My question is does anyone know what that thing is? Could it be responsible for the fissure?

The rest of the file contains documents that confirm that this world was in a war, one that was apparently going on for two hundred years before reaching an indefinite stalemate. They also implied this place was pretty technologically advanced and capable of space flight, but never went far.

[...that's it, that's all she's got.] I just figured it was worth sharing.

[Ok bye!!]

necrokinetic

[ afternoon, knowhere! or is it evening? hard to tell when you're trapped on the far end of the universe in space, after all. but either way look, you're getting a rare sighting of a certain teenaged demigod via the passport network.

nico's hologram appears to be hovering cross-legged, as the teen shifts to put something unseen down beside him. he turns back, apparently ready to address the comm, and leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees. ]

Besides this place suddenly getting really full, has anyone noticed anything strange?

[ he keeps his tone more inquisitive and less hostile than usual — mainly because he is curious. but what could be especially weird in a place filled entirely with the kinds of things he'd never seen before? ]

Specifically in the marketplace. [ nico pauses, fiddling with the ring on his finger, a look on his face that indicates his mind may be elsewhere. perhaps something to do with what he'd found? ] Things that you didn't think you'd ever find there, or that wouldn't have seemed like they belonged here. [ and he quickly clarifies: ] In space.

[ unless he was just alone in this discovery, or mythomagic really had an intergalactic following he'd never been aware of. did the gods' realm even extend beyond earth? he didn't want to look too much into it, but what else could it be? he sighs and cuts off the post there, mind already wandering onto other possibilities thanks to the ever-present ADD. ]

luminals

( Instead of the harried intern, the woman that appears is stern-faced and imposing, arms crossed and scowl firmly in place. )

I am Cynosure, leader of the Luminals.

I'm told we have you to thank for the restoration of the population of Knowhere. H'rry speaks highly of you, but now that the Luminals have returned, we have no need of your services as protectors of Knowhere - that has, and will always be, our job.

( Her frown deepens, even as she continues: ) With the Cortex online once more, you are to be sent to a distant planet to help locate what is only referred to as an 'abnormality' on the planet. No further details are available, so do not ask for them. We will remain in contact with you, and should any of you find this 'abnormality', those in the Cortex will be notified and proceed from that point.

Everyone wearing a Passport bracelet will be expected to show up in the Cortex at 11.00 for teleportation to planet 10952.EG.K. Those who fail to show up will face severe disciplinary action. We are not running a daycare here on Knowhere, you are expected to work with us in exchange for the goods and services we provide and your eventual return to your own universes.

That is all.

[ an ooc note: characters WILL be able to access the network and make posts while they are on this mission. any ic questions can be asked of Cynosure in this post, but her responses may not be as helpful as one wants. ]

furryflarkinfiend

Whatever's going on, someone better be prepared to give me a proper explanation.

[Hello, Knowhere. Have a really irritated raccoon that actually looks like he may belong in a place like this, if the odd uniform and the fact that he's a, well, talking raccoon are any indication.

In fact, he's very familiar with Knowhere. Just..maybe not this particular version of it.

Gods did he hate time travel and alternate universe stuff.]

If any of the Guardians are out there and hearing this, we need to regroup and figure this flarkin' mess out.

Especially since the gems are involved.

[There's a slight growl to the words and his ears press back flat to his head as he crosses his arms.]

I really don't like the feel of this one, mates.

organ_pharming

[Have a giant robot stroking his chin bemusedly.]

Either my former co-worker has tremendously bad aim or reconstructing an entire head is something easily within the power of these mysterious 'infinity gems'.

[He inspects his hands for a moment, flipping a laser scalpel from one finger and then nodding with satisfaction.]

Either way, I appear to be none the worse for wear. [The tool is tucked back into place.]

Which is fortunate- what an utter waste it would be to lose someone of my considerable skill.

uneulogized

Got a question.

[There's a very casual way about the way he's sitting in his bed, legs stretched out in front of him. There's very little to show off right now, but he doesn't mind announcing himself.]

And honestly, the sample base seems like it's mostly gonna be robots, but I'm not counting you out. See, I don't doubt that we can all be pulled from our worlds and even from different times. The science works out, but I want to make sure that there's more cases of it.

See, there's a pickle here, and it's in the shape of someone claiming he knows me. I want to make sure he knows me, and not just some other-Earth version of me.

I think we all know that there's no telling these things for sure. Of course there isn't. But I'd like to start lining up the cases.

[There's a pause where he shrugs in an almost dramatic fashion, as if he's trying to make it seem like it's no big deal and just a thing he wants to know. He doesn't have that big of a stake in answers, except for the part where he has too much of a stake. The contempt in Robin's voice was almost too telling.

Jason doesn't like it.

He does go on after a moment:]

For those of you who don't know about that, or don't give a damn, I'd like your take on this. C'mon, let it out. Vent a little. I think we could all use it.

aerospacecommander

[Well, since the other robots made an appearance, it was time for the most important one to appear.

So have a rather smug looking Cybertronian. But don't worry this is his default expression.]

Greetings.

I am Commander Starscream of the Decepticons. If anyone happens to run across any other members of my faction, direct them to me.

Also, as the pointy-headed member of my species already stated, we require an energy source known as Energon. However, since I am not as inept as some, I can make due with almost any energy source and convert it. So ... with that said, if anyone has access to this sort of thing, I'm sure we can work something out.

[If he has two he grab some organics and hook them to a machine as batteries]

alwaysadrift

[There's apparently a lot of giant robots around here. This one's looking a little out-of-sorts though, and it's pretty clear why, when he holds up--or attempts to--a very large wiggly semi-transparent pink cube. Give him a break okay: it's quite slippery, given its gelatinous state.]

Uh. Does anyone...want this? I bought it in the marketplace. I thought it was, ya know, something I could eat. Apparently it's for organics though. [Don't ask how Drift knows this. A medical diagnostic might be on his to-do list though.] And apparently non-returnable now.

[He has no idea what organics would do with such a large quantity of 'strawberry jello' or why it has any right masquerading in the form of an energon cube, but oh well, lesson learned. Drift sets it down before it nearly slips from his hot little fingers, (nevermind the squelching noise please) and pulls out an energon ration pouch, the pink liquid inside sloshing around as he holds it up.]

I am looking for more of this though. It's our fuel, and trust me when I say it's not good for organics. If you see any though, let me know. I can pay you for it, if need be.

[Just...not a lot. What a time to be without his gold currency card. But seriously people, Drift really, really likes not staving! He's done that before and would rather not again. But you better believe he's just the type of idiot to give out what rations he brought with him to the others of his kind. Because even if he's not fond of starving, hey, positive side: he knows how to tolerate it probably better than anyone.]

So Wing, Rodimus, Megatron, anyone else... let me know what supplies you have? I have some rations, if you're in need.

badnewsboy

[ it's been a long couple of days, but it hasn't been without excitement. the idea that Loki's in space is a novelty that hasn't really worn off yet. while there are other things that he finds himself unwilling to address, the easiest thing to do is take a look at what's right in front of him.

who gave this kid a keyboard? ]

***SUPERCONGRATS** ON OUR FIRST *SPACE VICTORY*!!!! Obligatory yay for us!! Very special thanks to all GIANT ROBOTS and those that THAT BLEW THINGS UP. You metal-clad fellows were quite the sight! (Insert double pistol fingers.) Unexpected fireworks accompanied with copious amounts of punching fists, I've cataloged the event! I have pics! It was super cool etc. etc.

That said- many greetings fellow space adventurers! I've a few point thingies in need of attention.

1. We're not only stuck in space, but we're stuck in HIGH PROFILE space. Being in HIGH PROFILE space we were asked to do battle to protect it against those crazy ET invaders. All because of the gem-stuff that seems to be lodged inside of us, of course. (That sounds terribly unpleasant now as I re-read my commentary.) So, what do you say? I could make a lot of coin printing "another day, another invasion" t-shirts. Tag line suggestions are open for biz!

2. Now that we've won, there should be a victory party. Such events are usually accompanied by round Midgardian pastries covered in sticky, greasy cheese (or possibly the space equivalent of such), large balloons announcing the appropriate celebratory exclamation, as well as oodles of fizzy green soda. It's a boost of morale! Robots welcome! [ he's making magic fingers at his communicator that no one can see. ]

3. Most importantly: Does anyone have a charger for a StarkPhone? Er- fifth generation. I'm in great need.

All forms of communication accepted and eagerly awaited. Now to save the Storage Crystal!

ETA My desperation for a charger risen as my battery life has dropped! 2% in the last 10 minutes! Emergency emergency emergency! I can't live without it!

ETA It's dying further!

ETA DYYYYIIIIIING.

ETA It's dead.

sorrynotguilty

For all that we are 'chosen hosts' of these 'Infinity Gems,' our gracious host seems to dole out more requests than give a proper explanation first.

[ Megatron here simply doesn't like being left in the dark. there are more answers out there and he likes to be properly informed so he can actually access the situation and come up with a solution that's more agreeable for him ( and now apparently those he feels somewhat responsible for ). ]

What I am interested in, for the moment, is the sort of individuals [ YEAH, OKAY SO HE STILL HAS A LITTLE PROBLEM DEALING WITH ORGANICS, ALL RIGHT ] that I will be working with until this is all sorted. [ yeah, that's... that's about as much of a 'hello, who are you' that he can muster. ] Talents and skills, more specifically.

Drift, when you have a moment, I would like to speak with you. For other Cybertronians like myself, I would ask that if you are a crew member of the Lost Light, to get with me as soon as possible.

[ there's a pause, as if he is thinking about saying something... but then he does. ]

Oh, and Starscream. It would be a real pity if you decide to revisit one of your favorite pastimes. [ ha ha no it wouldn't. he'd love to tear your spark casing out if things got out of hand. maybe he'd even mount it on the wall for all to see. ...probably not. ]

luminals

Is it working? Did you get it back online? Oh! It is. Finally.

( the hologram of h’rry smiles ruefully as he clears his throat. )

Hello! Before I say anything else, thank you. Without your help, we never would have managed to survive the last few days. I knew that the Infinity Gems would only choose the best of people as hosts, and I was right!

( he sounds almost surprised, about that. )

But that reminds me—you’ve probably figured it out by now, but the Infinity Gems are no more. At least, they aren’t Gems anymore. As far as we can tell, they’ve each split into about a million pieces. And before we could stop them, they’d been drawn into the Cortex and scattered across several universes!

That’s right--your universes. The shards have chosen each of you, and that’s why you’re here. We need your help.

( he nods, suddenly solemn. )

We need to set things right again. The Storage Crystal has disappeared from the Cortex, and without it we can’t even begin to do that. It must have gotten lost in the battle—but maybe you could find it? Maybe start at the observation deck. We’d really appreciate it.

We also need to repair the Cortex itself. I know the basics, but—well. It’s a complicated device! Much more complicated than anything in any of your universes, believe me! But if you’re willing to lend a hand, the job’ll go that much quicker. After all, it brought you here. Don’t you want a way home once all of this is through?

As for the attackers… ( he looks away, clearly uncomfortable. ) You did a good job, like I said! We’ve taken them all into custody. But you can let us deal with them from now on. You’ve done enough already.

I hope you’ll find your accommodations suitable! If there’s anything you need, or any questions you have, you can let me know! I'm H'rry, from the Kree homeworld. But this is my home now, and I'll help you as best I can.

We’re counting on you, after all.

luminals

Oh, thank Pama you’ve finally arrived! We’ve been looking for you everywhere—and I mean everywhere, everywhen, and everyhow.

( his voice is young, and though his inflection betrays a good deal of emotion there’s something interfering with the hologram—it looks as though someone keeps walking between him and the camera, cutting him off from view. )

I’m sorry I wasn’t there to welcome you—that’s my job, you know, and I volunteered, and I really am glad you’re here—but there wasn’t time. By know you’ve figured it out, right? We’re in big trouble.

( ominously, his hologram disappears at this point and doesn’t return for several long moments. when it does, he looks a bit disheveled. )

Sorry! Sorry. I can honestly say we weren’t expecting this! We were only trying to bring you all here—because we need you. We never intended to let them in, I swear…

( his voice cuts out again, and then the hologram tilts 180 degrees as he falls to the ground, landing hard on his hands. )

Ow—oh, no. Don’t touch that! You can’t have it, we need it—

( he reaches for something, off screen, but is pushed away violently. )

They’re going for the Cortex—if they get to it, nothing I can tell you will be secure, anymore. And believe me when I say that they probably hate you more than they hate us—you’re on our side, after all!

( the ground shakes beneath his feet, and he shifts again, going out of focus. when his face reappears, it seems as though he’s crouched low, leaned up against some unseen surface. )

I’m afraid we aren’t as well-defended as I thought—you can see why we need you. I promise, I’ll explain everything—I made a presentation!—but right now there’s no time. I need you to get to the observation deck, ( his voice cuts out entirely, and long moments are lost ) Continuum Cortex, from there you can… ( again, his words are swallowed by static ) …do you understand? Can you help?

( he takes a deep breath, and looks like he’s about to go on—but before he can, the hologram disappears entirely.

every passport bracelet will light up, at this point, and then go entirely dark. any efforts made to use the messaging system will not go through. )

( ooc | h'rry will not be making replies, but your characters are free to react in the comments. )

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