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Something the Magnus and I agree upon.

It was supposed to be peace-time. No War, no fighting, no death. But it happened. It happened, and he was furious. Not the hot, red rage that burned out quickly. No. This was the colder, meticulous, seething rage that let him think.

And that was where the danger was. Letting him have time to plan. He had driven the entire Decepticon faction to frustration with only a handful of Autobots that everyone overlooked. Now, though, it was only him, and his bitlet. Soundwave - Nocturne - was gone. Accident or not, the mech was gone, and whoever was responsible was going to pay. And it would be painful. He would make sure of it.

Even if the mech in question was Ultra Magnus. He had taken something from him that could not be replaced, and he was going to make sure he knew that this was entirely his own fault, before disposing of him.

He could act. Act like he forgave him. Act like he was moving on. Act like nothing was wrong. Act like he wasn’t biding his time. And this was going to be a ‘once in a lifetime’ performance.

/Pharma has been walking for hours so long his legs were beginning to get very sore- which wasn't a common thing with Cybertronians as they were typically built to withstand quite a bit. But seriously, he'd not be surprised if he'd been walking for multiple days now. Though he wouldn't have noticed- he'd been too focused on finding his way back to the Peaceful Tyranny. Which, by now, the chances of seemed rather slim. 

The jet sighed, finding somewhere warm to sit down and try to figure out where he was. His GPS was incredibly confused and giving him all sorts of random, illegible readings- a clear sign he was in another universe and his systems couldn't pinpoint his location. 

He supposed the logical thing to do would be to transform and fly around trying to get an aerial view of the area, but that would simply expend fuel he didn't have to expend. Sadly, he wasn't carrying much energon and couldn't really afford to waste it in case he didn't come across any more. 

Still, he needed to know where he was. He had several small cubes in his subspace, as well as emergency rations in his medkit. He supposed a short flight around the area couldn't hurt, provided he was careful not to do anything extra during that flight. 

Making his decision, Pharma stood on the thing he'd previously been sitting on (he didn't know what it was, only that is was fairly comfortable and warmed by the sun), leaped into the air and transformed, taking off. 

Only, he didn't get very far. 

About 500 hics above the surface of whatever planet he was on, he felt a sharp electric shock go through his t-cog. As a reflex, he immediately returned to root mode and plummeted toward the planet below, desperately trying to get his thrusters to kick in before he hit the ground.

Just as it seemed he was about to be severely hurt, or even killed by the fall, his thrusters decided to kick in. Though just barely; enough to stifle the impact. 

Despite this, Pharma ended up landing hard on his side, wing snapping due to the pressure on it and shoulder dislocating. Groaning in pain, he sat up./ What the hell just happened? /He asked no one in particular. 

Now to try and fix himself enough that he could walk to find help. And figure out what was wrong with his t-cog. Fear that it might have shorted out or been permanently damaged was definitely there, but he had other things to worry about.