Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27049835-20180311020420/@comment-27344811-20180312142247

Meanwhile, Thrust and Jetstorm were going around when they spot a fimilar face. "'Ey, Tankor!" Thrust rolls over to the Cybertronian the size of two adults- one Cataclysm. "F...friend!" Tankor wheels over on his tread legs, sounding like it took immense effort to speak. "Well well, it's the big guy of the trio!" Jetstorm claps. "Sush, Jetstorm. How'd ya get ere, Tankor?"

"Tankor.... have trouble fighting b...east bots! M...Megatron not..like Tankor...anymore! He...throw Tankor... into... small thing! Small.. small thing go in...to white... thing! Whit thing se...nd.. Tankor here!"

"White thing? Thrust asks. Jestorm clarifies. "Transwarp. And seeing how Transwarp has a habit of going through the folds in space..."

"So he ended up here. I know Megatron was originally just gonna retire us, but..."
 * "..buuut?"

"...was this what he was gonna do with us once we won? Throw us away like scrap metal in an incinerator?"

"One way to find out. Tankor, do you remember where the small thing is?"
 * "YES!"

"Can you take us to it?" Thrust asks.

"Tankor.. help.. fr...friends!" Tankor wheels off, and they follow.