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"And you're entirely certain it's okay to use the spacebridge for this kinda thing?" They weren't against going somewhere nice and just- relaxing for the day, but...it really seemed like an improper use of Autobot supplies. Sure, Flynn had been the one to suggest it in the first place- but that had been more as a joke than anything else.
"I am. The children have school and then get to spend time with us and relax around the base- but I have noticed that you've been rather tense, of late." The Prime's voice rumbled through the entirety of his alt mode, nearly making Flynn's teeth clatter together. They still weren't used to it. To him,- to all this. Hazel eyes cast towards the screen before the two, which was rapidly zooming in on the pre-selected destination. "Hot Shot and Red Alert will be able to keep the base in working order until we return, I am sure of it."
He'd be lying if he said it wasn't also a chance to get some alone time with his other half. Sue him, he'd come online, been plunged into a millenia-long war,...and then met his other, who'd undoubtedly be gone before a single vorn was over. He wanted whatever time he could get.
The spacebridge locked on. There was a spark- static filled the space. But it was too late- he could already feel himself splitting apart at the molecular level, being thrown so far- too far. His seatbelt tightened, keeping an iron-clad grip on his other as the two were thrown into the proverbial aether.
It took a few seconds for gravity to reinitiate, slamming his tires (and some of his bumper) onto the ground, feeling his tiny passenger's frame jolt in his grip. His sensors nearly seemed to implode, for a moment overwhelmed by data that had him biting back a pained yelp. Too much--- swift to retreat, but it left an ache in his processor, sensors whirling back to life as soon as he could get them online again.
"Th' Hell was that...!?" Flynn let out the hushed exclamation, only for their voice to falter. Both optics and eyes shuttered/blinked, staring at where they'd landed. They were on a street,..a cracked street, pavement broken and torn up in places. Broken buildings lay on either side, all in some form of disarray- brick clattering down to stop, a bent sign blocking their path forward. Overcast skies seemed to drain all life from where they'd landed- not a single color to be spotted, save Optimus and Flynn,...
And the two other entities on the opposite end of the road.
