Jun. 30th, 2005

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Well...

...

Well. I do not quite know what to think. I am currently in-transit to Earth, aboard a large Autobot by the name of Omega Supreme. By the look of him, I would surmise he's one of the old Guardian Robots. Which was quite the shock to me, as I was unware that any of them were even sentient. But Omega Supreme is most definately sentient, if not much of a conversationalist... Which is fine by me. I am not in the mood to converse much, anyway.

I have been away from Cybertron before, but never for so long, and never so far. I am travelling to Earth, to join the Autobot forces stationed there. I have heard some interesting things about that planet, and I am eager to arrive, and to do some studying of the various forms of dance and martial arts there, but... ... I have a forboding about it all.

I do not mix well with others; I am well aware of that. On Cybertron, I could at least retreat to my own quarters, tucked safely away deep beneath the planet. There, I could reflect on the past and the life I lost. On Earth, however...? I have heard that the Ark's quarters are quite cramped, and rather chaotic. I will be right in the mix of the rank and file, I... I do not know how I will adapt to this situation. To the best of my abilities, I suppose. I can only pray that they are not... too ill-behaved, otherwise I might find my wiring getting tied in a knot.

I look behind me, towards the cargo hold, and can only wonder how the situation on Earth is. A call by the CMO, a mech by the name of Ratchet, had been made, placing a rather huge order on various parts, circuitry, tools... Too many things I have no idea what they would be used for. It makes me curious, and also afeared. To ask for all this... how bad is the situation to warrant such a huge request of spare parts? Are these the front lines I am being steadily flown to? Where mechs are continually being torn up by laser fire? It makes me tremble to think. I am not a front line fighter. I'm an intelligence agent. No doubt my skills will be in demand once I arrive. I will perform my duties as a model soldier, of course. I will not bring shame to my line, or class, by being a coward. And yet I can't help but feel scared about all of this. I knew what the situation was like on Cybertron. On Earth... I will be a lone turbofox, stranded on the hunting grounds.

I should keep an open mind about this. I heard that Mirage was a part of Optimus Prime's crew. He was an old accquaintance on Cybertron, before the war. I didn't know him personally, but we moved in some similar circles. At least I'll have some common ground with him..

I suppose I should close this log, now. We're about to enter a warp gate, to take us to Earth, and I am not sure what sort of effect that will have on my log recorder. For better or for worse, next stop, Earth.

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