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[shoulderpads]

[As out of place as he was in a human body and on a vaguely Earth-like planet, Magnus understood what a mission was and how to complete it.]

[Upon becoming familiar with what they had to do, it didn't take long for him to send out a broadcast. The message was calm, official, and straight to the point. Well - save for the soft yawning in the background. Don't pay attention to those. That's his clam partner Syakomon sitting in his arm. He's going to be taking a nap soon.]

This is Commander Ultra Magnus of the Autobots stationed on Earth. It has come to my attention that the human bodies that we've been translated into function in this Digital World as they do in the real one.

Any information with regards to how to perform it's routine maintenance, refueling, and recharging will be much appreciated.

[Having two hands again is fantastic and all, but he's already starting to get weird abdominal pains and he doesn't know why or what to do or WHAT EVEN.]

Any other Autobots who have also been brought to this station should report in immediately.

pfttppfpttpftfttfftpftt...

[Magnus quirks an eyebrow and looks down as Syakomon starts making little airplane engine noises. After a puzzled pause, he cuts the feed.]

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[bigsoftie]

[Wow you seem like a serious guy. Leatherhead will totally take Magnus seriously.]

You are not human as well, but what are Autobots?

[...Impmon, not so much.]

Hey, did you know? Your digimon's a dingus.

[shoulderpads]

[He'll just overlook Impmon talking shit about his clam. Leatherhead seems polite enough.]

Autobot is the faction that my team belongs to. They will recognize the name, if they are present.

[bigsoftie]

[Better get used to Impmon, Magnus.]

Are there any I should look for?

[shoulderpads]

[No Impmon better get used to etiquette and protocol and no-fun zones. >8( ]

Do you recognize these names?

[He sends a list to Leatherhead via text. It's a little lengthy:]


Optimus Prime
Ratchet
Arcee
Bumblebeee
Smokescreen
Bulkhead
Wheeljack

[bigsoftie]

[Oh no words.

He's not good with words. He can barely read at all. Leatherhead glosses mainly over the big words, focusing on the two small ones. Let's see...Rat-kah-et and...]

Ar...kee...Arkee?

There was one named Arcee. Is she the--

[Impmon takes the device from him.]

You big dope, it IS Arcee! Here lemme read the rest before you break your gasket!

[Impmon does so, Leatherhead nodding along. Sadly, he still hasn't gotten Wheeljack's name, sadly.]

And Bulkhead, I know him. And Arcee.

[shoulderpads]

...I apologize, I did not know you would be unfamiliar with human script.

[He may be a hardass, but he didn't intend to embarass Leatherhead that way.]

Where have you seen them? Can you give me their current locations?

[bigsoftie]

I did not have to time to learn. But I do know runes.

[He thinks hard. Hmm...he hasn't really visited their rooms...or anyone's for that matter.]

We were fighting together against the Millennium castle. They are in the city, but I am not sure exactly where.

[shoulderpads]

But you know of them.

[If his teammates trusted this guy enough to let him get to know them, he's interested in seeing who this is.]

What is your name?

[bigsoftie]

Yes...they are like family.

[Oh god, is he confused by the word too.]

Leatherhead.

[shoulderpads]

[HEY Optimus said family. He recognizes that this is important.]

I can assume you've spent quite some time with them here, Leatherhead.

[bigsoftie]

[Oh thank god, he wasn't sure he'd be able to explain it again.]

They have helped me when I was at my worst.

Spent a little too much time. Anyway, what's your story with this, grandpa?

[shoulderpads]

[Magnus narrows his eyes a little at 'grandpa'. If you want an answer, you'll correct that. >8(]

[There's a sleepy little whisper from Syakomon into the comm.]

He prefers 'sir' or just his name.

[bigsoftie]

...forgive my digimon sir Ultra Magnus.

[He shoots Impmon a glare which the digimon ignores in turn.]

[shoulderpads]

Advise him to watch his tone.

[Sir Ultra Magnus makes him sound like some sorta Knight, but close enough. Now that that little tidbit was over...]

To answer your earlier question, I served with Arcee and Bulkhead as their commanding officer.

[bigsoftie]

You heard what he said, do not speak bad of him.

Alright, alright! Just lay off both of you!

[Hmm, Leatherhead never thought of Wheeljack as a military kind of guy.]

They were in an army?

[shoulderpads]

[+1 Ultra Magnus point to Leatherhead for properly correcting his partner. He gets a prompt reply.]

Yes.

The Autobot army, though it has been largely dispersed by the time we gathered in a unit on Earth.

[bigsoftie]

[He can scarcely imagine what they could be fighting for. To destroy something like the kraang, maybe?]

And what war do you fight for?

[shoulderpads]

Hm.

[Story time, Leatherhead. Get your listening cap on.]

It began as a rebellion against the established social order on our planet, but then changed into a civil war to stop the Decepticons and the warlord Megatron from taking control. Our home planet did not survive, and both armies took to the depths of space to find a new home.

After some time wandering space, I rendezvoused with their team.

[bigsoftie]

[Leatherhead listens intently, trying to keep away from any potential thoughts that might trigger his rage. But he can understand the feeling of loss.

Is that Wheeljack meant when they said he was a Wrecker? That he was a part of the lost? Of the ones without a home?]

War has forced you from your home. I think I can recognize that.


...are the Wreckers part of these Autobots?

[shoulderpads]

Yes. They're a special unit that are only used under dire circumstances.

[He assumes Bulkhead told Leatherhead about them, and had little issue with sharing a bit of information.]

I commanded them on Cybertron and later on Earth.

[bigsoftie]

...then you must command me.

[Oops, did Wheeljack forget to tell you.]