A/N: It s time to look at Bayverse, my Muse decided. So here's a glance as to what's going on there. By the way, this is after the first movie. I am ignoring the second and third. Sorry if the characters are OOC. I m looking for a beta, if anyone's willing. :) Everyone looks like their G1 selves, just styled differently to look live, if they weren't in Bayverse already.

Sorry for the delay in posting. ^^ I only think this chapter's meh, but I don't have any better ideas.

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Optimus Prime opened his comm. link to Ratchet as he transformed, taking on his guise of a Peterbilt 379 semi-truck, and pulled out of the base.

::Ratchet, I am heading out of Base for a while. I need time to think.:: He said solemnly.

::Alright Optimus. I ll keep the others occupied for the time being. Just let me know when you re ready to come back so I can tell them.:: Was the response, also saddened. There was no need for an explanation as to why that was.

As Optimus drove along an old road, he thought to himself, going over what had happened recently.

Ironhide, Ratchet, Bumblebee, Jazz, and himself had all arrived on earth, soon meeting Sam and Mikaela, along with their human military who hadn't taken a positive liking to them originally. Once they had gotten the government settled and dealt with the Decepticons that showed up though, they had started making more relations with the rest of the world through secure connections so they could help. It wasn't just America getting hit after all. Decepticons didn t care where they went, who they killed, or who they angered. Allowing the Autobots to get there without having to worry about bureaucratic red tape helped a lot to try to prevent future attacks and deal with those that did occur. Optimus brooded on those things for a few miles before turning his attention to the new arrivals.

There weren't many, but they certainly helped. Sunstreaker had arrived, much to the relief of his twin, and had been dragged off by said twin soon after arrival to their quarters. Mirage and Hound had arrived, though quickly disappeared into the shared room they had requested after learning of Jazz's fate at the hands of Megatron. Most of the others had disappeared too after hearing it also, though Wheeljack had gone to Ratchet s room, offering support for his long time friend. Bluestreak and Prowl had gone to the room in the back set aside for Jazz and as far as he knew hadn t come out yet. Though the military was constantly expanding the base for them, they were quickly running out of space for quarters and generally just places to hang out. It was pretty crowded there and the fact that a new group was supposed to arrive soon didn't help matters, though it did force the military to construct faster.

Prowl had said before disappearing that the Autobots on their way weren't many, numbering only around 5 or 6. Perceptor was one, along with Red Alert and Inferno, and he hadn't been able to determine the others, saying the reason was that it had garbled near the end as they reached Earth s atmosphere.

::Ratchet to Optimus, we've got a few early entries. Do you want everyone to show up, just in case?:: The sudden comm. jolted him from his thoughts and his brakes slammed on, slowing him to a near stop. A brief moment of contemplation and he made a decision.

::I believe it would be for the best. It can serve as a slight distraction, at least. Do you know if Bluestreak and Prowl have emerged yet?::

::Far as I know, they haven't. I'll send out a general comm. though and see if Mirage and Hound can get them out of there.:: The medic answered, sounding slightly annoyed. The twins must have been acting up again.

::Thank you Ratchet. I will meet you at the determined coordinates.:: Optimus thanked as he glanced at the locations sent to him. It wasn't too far away, so if he turned around he would probably make good time and get there before the arrival did.

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A hard crash jolted his mind out of the thoughts occupying it as it tried to distract him from pain. There was quite a lot of it, but he paid his injuries no mind as he transformed from his Atmosphere Entry Mode (AEM) into his bipedal form. Contrary to what many bots thought, he could handle pain fairly well.

::Perceptor. It is good to see you.:: Optimus greeted the newly arrived (and backward facing) Autobot in Cybertronian.

Perceptor turned and knelt for a moment in front of his leader before speaking through the open comm.

::You as well, Prime. I trust that the others arrived here safely?:: He inquired, slightly concerned.

::Group Two has, although no one else from your group has arrived yet. According to Ratchet, they should be here shortly. You should visit him so you can learn of what has happened, or we can tell you all at once later, after you are repaired.:: He gestured to the scientist's various wounds with a concerned expression that only those who had spent millennia with him would see under his mask.

::Very well Prime. I shall see him.:: The red mech nodded, nearly jumping as his audios picked up a small voice from below, though he couldn t understand it. ::I will also save my questions for later. Getting repaired is more prudent at the moment.::

Ratchet pushed his way to the front as the rest of the Autobots landed and Optimus spoke to each. The medic scanned and categorized wounds from each, though Perceptor was by far the worst. Speaking of the scientist...

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Perceptor sat a little ways from the commotion of friends seeing one another and general merrymaking. Something had caught his optic, though it disappeared every time he tried to look at it, but it may have been that someone always came near whatever it was. Glimpses of black and gold were all that he caught besides the occasional glint of blue, like from a visor. No one else seemed to notice it, so he kept it to himself. Not that he had anyone else to talk with, anyway, at the moment.