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[ Personal Note #3 ]

... Cliffjumper. [ Disappointment Noted ]

He should know better than to say that about a fellow Autobot.

Thank you for the advice, little one.

… How does one do a proper “selfie?” I do not like how close my face is to the camera when I try…

[ OOC ]

MY HAMMER— WHAT THE SHIT NOOOOOOO.

[ Private Note Tab #2 ]

… What on Cybertron is the Decepticons all congregating on this platform? Alongside the Autobots? This feels oddly personal now.

It seems that I have missed plenty in my absence. I’m uncertain how things may fair going forward.

At least I can observe their behavior…?

[ Private Note Tab ]

The decorum of some familiar subordinates on this platform is frankly appalling and the last thing I expected of them.

Has this site encouraged this sort of behavior...? Perhaps I do not know them as well as I think I do.

| Observation: Resume |

I am actually quite aware.

Allow me to feel a bit humored about such childish squabbles.

What do the bots use…

.·°՞(˃ ᗜ ˂)՞°·.

Nothing, nothing. It’s a bit amusing.

Mhm.

… Sentinel Magnus…

I can assure you that I am not another Decepticon.

I do not like them…

What about my handle…?

… That is a fair assessment. Carry on.

Nothing. I am merely surprised to see you on this… platform?

More or less so.

…

[ …

He pondered how Jazz and Sentinel are fairing at the moment. ]

[ As soon as he stepped out of the ship, Ultra was met with the scent of flowers and fresh grass. It kind of tickled his processor. But anyhow, he was out, and here, and… He was going to scurry around. The trees seem awfully taller now… ]

| ARRIVAL: NOW |

| WELCOME TO EARTH |

[ Ultra finally stands up, looking around to gather small rations of energon into his subspace. For the time being, he was going to adjust to his new frame here on Earth some more. ]

[ With the tilt of the controls, he moves the small ship toward a forest. Soon, he finds an empty area to lower under the canopy, and with a gentle thud, the ship plants its landing gear into the grass, engine slowing to a standstill. ]

[ After all, he was rumored to be dead or comatose by the general public.

The former magnus pursed his dermas, his destination rapidly approaching in a blip. He sees the familiar foliage, landscape, and city. ]

[ As it approached its atmosphere, he sat back to prepare for its jump course to the coordinates he last recalled. He should be arriving at the outskirts of the organic city of Detroit, though that would likely be unwise to land directly there. ]

[ Perhaps downright dangerous. He will correct that, or attempt to correct that. The uncertainty of the consequences of his oversights hung over his helm as a heavy weight.

Ultra sat in the ship, looking upon the planet with wariness. ]

[ — All of them aren’t equipped with battle expertise against warframes, especially with Megatron’s presence being a looming threat last he checked. Ultra almost pinched his nasal ridge with a sigh. His last few decisions as Magnus has been, admittedly, unjust and inconvenient. ]

[ Before his extinguishment, Ultra recalled his visit where he had last left Optimus and his crew to their own devices. Perhaps that was a mistake on his part. Definitely a mistake.

Most, if not all, of the crew were not soldiers, and whether they are trained or not didn’t matter.— ]

| EST. ARRIVAL: <1 CYCLES |

| ARRIVAL TO EARTH: IMMINENT |

| PREPARE FOR LANDING |

[ … Earth. ]

[ He remembers this planet quite well. ]

OOC: Hi everyone!! I’m making this post as a sort of announcement. By 12am pst on January 1st, many people on the tfa bluesky rp will be resetting. So what does this mean? It means that some characters will be given a clean slate, as many of us are so grateful to be apart of this, a lot of us did

[ He watched as the stars and asteroids passed by his ship, driving and dodging the ones before him. Ultra hoped that nothing terrible had transpired in his absence. But he knew, deep in his spark, he had to mentally prepare himself.

Things were definitely not pretty. ]

[ What would he do first? Of course, find his hammer, his Elite Guard members, and... What would he do after that? What were they even doing there? How much had things changed? So many questions, many possible answers. It irked him that he couldn't get an immediate answer, but patience was key. ]

[ Well, he ended up on a small ship, supplied with the necessary rations for a good few deca-cycles. The magnus stood on the small deck, looking out into the stars. With the permission of the council and the approval of his subordinates, he was off to get to planet Earth. ]