Units of Time:

Joor- 1 Hour
Breem- 10 minutes

There was no second seat beside Ultra Magnus' inside of his ship, so Magnus had to place the Prime down right behind where he'd be seated. It didn't seem right to just leave him in that space, but there was no other spot on the ship where Optimus could be placed. Magnus had assumed that he would be alone for the majority of his travels, and never would he have ever imagined himself in this position.

As Magnus occupied the space behind the controls, he brought up an image of the continent decorated with geographical and political features. The new visitor to Earth saw it best to study every inch of the generalized map before setting off into unknown territory.

After he spent a good half-joor inspecting the map, he felt yet another tug grace his Spark. First he looked down at his chest, where his Spark lied, only to have his optics trail over to a seemingly recharging Optimus Prime. Perhaps if Magnus were to show him the map, then they could possibly get an idea of where they were going. Ultra Magnus extended his arm, gently pressed his white digits against the Prime's shoulder, and gave him a little shake to coax him out of recharge.

Optimus gradually onlined his optics and focused on Ultra Magnus with a somewhat puzzled expression etched on his faceplate. The other Autobot then pointed back to the virtual map on the ship's console.

"Does this map mean anything to you? Can you remember any one of these territories being used at all when you scattered your team? "Magnus asked.

At first it didn't seem like Optimus would provide an answer, for he just stared at the map blankly for nearly a breem. Magnus was close to just telling his leader to forget everything he had said as his Spark sank in defeat. Suddenly, the Prime raised his servo and pointed to one territory that lied southeast of their current location.

"There. It's all a blur, but I remember that area being the last thing I saw before the base was- "Optimus silenced abruptly while withdrawing his servo and clamping it to his chest.

Magnus was shocked, almost getting the sensation of having felt the Prime's pain – it was excruciating. The former Wrecker placed his white servo on top of Optimus' black one that grasped at his chest.

"Easy, Orion, don't die on me now. " Ultra Magnus said softly.

Wait – Did he just call Optimus "Orion"? How long had it been since the Prime had been referred to as "Orion" anyway? Magnus would have corrected himself, but the mention of Optimus' former designation seemingly quelled his pain momentarily. Now they had best go before the armada of Seekers return, before whatever had made that feral sound is released, and hopefully before Optimus goes into stasis lock.
Magnus retracted his servo and secured his attention to the console again.

"Hold on there, old friend. I'll get you help. "He reassured the Prime.

It had been rumored by countless humans that the notorious Area 51 in Roswell, New Mexico had previously been used in the housing of aliens. For decades, hundreds, if not thousands of humans tried to discover the truth about the military base only to find nothing. There had been no aliens on the base – prior to now that is.

After the attacked that had been waged on the Autobot base, Ratchet had been sent off to the red rock structures of New Mexico. There the old medic stayed for the longest time until the US Military caught wind of him and brought him to Roswell, where he awaited word from the rest of his team.

Agent Fowler frequently updated Ratchet on Decepticon movement near their former base and whether or not they discovered the other missing Autobots. However, the constant updates didn't help to put the medic's mind at ease since there was no word on the latter and endless movement from the former.

The world had gone to hell and there was nothing Ratchet could do about it. Pacing around the confines of the hangar where he was stationed seemed to be his only escape from his racing thoughts. With every passing hour, with every passing day, he would further regret his decision to leave Optimus behind. They needed their Prime more than ever, now that times have become significantly darker than ever before.
Ratchet stopped pacing when Agent Fowler contacted him for the third time that day; he was frankly becoming tired of all the updates.

"What do you want this time, Agent Fowler? " growled the angry medic.

"Ratchet, our boys from Arizona picked up on an unidentified spacecraft headed east to New Mexico at top speed. They managed to catch a few images of the craft - it doesn't seem like anything Decepticon-wise to me, but we can never be too sure. Thought it be a good idea to talk to you about it. "Agent Fowler messaged him over a modified communication system within the hangar.

Various images began filling up the screen, and Ratchet examined each photograph carefully.

"So, "Fowler continues, "Is that a 'Con we're dealing with? "

"It's hard to tell actually. I can rule out Wheeljack, this craft looks nothing like the Jackhammer… From what you've shown me, it appears to be a generic Cybertronian spacecraft that could belong to anyone. A ship such as that would only be able to hold one bot, perhaps two. Further information is needed to decide a course of action. "Ratchet advised.

"Can-do, Ratchet… In fact, I think we might be getting that extra information very soon. From what the team stationed near Gallup is saying, the UFO is apparently landing. I'll be there soon. I'll send off a video feed to you so that we'll get an idea of what we're dealing with. "

"Tell them to proceed with caution. If the occupant is in fact hostile, then we'll need your military to pull out as fast as possible. Casualties much be avoided at all costs. "Ratchet paused for a moment, "It's what Optimus would have wanted. "

Within moments a video of the craft came into view on the screen. The hatch at the tail-end of the small ship and a platform extended downward to meet with the ground below. Ratchet saw a large figure at the entrance to the ship. Human soldiers raised their firearms at the bot then descended from the platform into the silver moonlight.

His size frightened the humans that surrounded him, and his stoic face intimidated them. But their fear and their orders kept them from firing at the great bot in front of them. They screamed at him to put his hands where they could see them, however when he obeyed, they became only more frightened by the great hammer that rested in his servos.

On the other end of the screen however, Ratchet was in utter shock and awe at the tall bot that was known to be a Decepticon's worst nightmare.

"By the AllSpark, "He gasped, "Ultra Magnus! "

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Now we have Ratchet in the game! I wonder who will show up next.