[...y'know i should really try to release these in order. anyways.]
[groundrumbler's awake at 2 am again.]
[...well, barely awake, at least. he's recently had a terrible dream where he was involved in a plane crash. he's trying to keep awake with a cube of... oil. it's working wonderfully.]
[there's a knock on the bunker door. groundrumbler stumbles over with his cube of oil in his hand and opens the bunker door.]
??: Hello.
GR: [hic] hey. what's going on?
??: I need a place to hide from the cold. Could I stay in here?
GR: sure, but no funny business... and don't get too loud. everyone else is asleep.
??: Can do. Thanks, dude.
[The titanic Autobot glances around the base, examining the new surroundings. He squints at the scent of the base.]
??: ...may I ask what that smell is?
GR: well... [hic]. 's prob'ly sweat. might be the oil, though. i can't smell faint smells anymore. too much fragmentation, you know how it is.
??: Yeah, thermite can do that to you. Sucks, but that's just how war is sometimes.
[The Autobot takes a seat on the floor, criss-cross-applesauce in-between kitchen counters (there's an island in the kitchen, have i ever told you that? apologies if i didn't.) and lookin' around like a big ol' dog.]
GR: y'know, [taking a seat at the island] your head looks a lot like (FOC!)grimlock's t. rex head. any reason why?
??: Yeah, I'm apparently an experiment from back when Cybertron was dying. You remember that one time the Combaticons took down one of our old-aft Energon transports in the Sea of Rust?
GR: you came from around then, i'd guess. primus you're old. [hic]. that's pretty cool, dude.
??: Eh. Multiple of the soldiers from back then hated me. Probably because I was terrible at my job, but I'm glad you like me.
GR: i might, but i'm not sure if the others will.
??: Yeah, I couldn't'a thought a base this size woulda kept just one bot.
GR: well, hey. you [hic] never know.
[trackshredder pops up from the couch.]
TrSh: who never knows?
GR: hey, trackshredder. we've got an autobot in the base.
TrSh: cool. [he turns on the television.]
??: Hmm. Who else've you got cooped up in here?
GR: we've got a hunchback, three planes, a milf, two dumptrucks, four tanks, a doctor, a boat, and a helicopter, as well as a couple of other guys.
??: ...Primus, that's a lot of bots. Do you have any humans?
GR: half of one.
??: ...?
GR: there's also eight spacesuits, an alien with glasses, four not-robots, another human, a ghost that pops in from time to time, another robot and a massive spider. visitors pop in from time to time as well.
??: Quite the group...
GR: yeah. how long do you want to stay here for?
??: Well... I'm not sure. Is it comfortable with you if I name this my new home?
GR: whatever, man. you'll have to take that up with everyone else, though.
TrSh: i, for one, welcome our new autobot roommate. what's your name, buddy?
??: Name's Tritan.
GR: nice to meet you, tritan. want some energon?
Tritan: Hell, I wouldn't mind a cube or two right now.