Waking up, it can be argued, is the easy part.
It’s even familiar in the same way that powering up one’s optics to the glaring orange of the ARK had become routine- oh. Wait. Those are clouds. Lots of clouds. A nice blue hued ceiling with clouds. That was... incredibly more pleasant.
These observations were made with an odd sort of detachment Thundercracker could hardly process in the moment. He just felt... odd. Heavy. Everything ached and yet at the same time felt less strained than it had in a long while. A strange sort of contradicting in between, one could say. He notes and categorizes more subconscious observations in his surroundings, like the steady beeping of a monitor nearby and the sounds of someone tinkering with something somewhere off to his left.
He’d never felt so alone before, even in a base surrounded by former enemies that posed just as much of a threat if they chose to.
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