Mirage will cautiously knock, to see if anyone is left here
Buried very deep in his workshop, there's a notable sound of a rasping intake. Roadbuster might had fallen into recharge on a project.
The rasp is heard, and Mirage will cautiously follow it until he finds the mech, before he pings to see if the mech will wake.
The green mech snorted and jerked up at the ping, his mate's gangly looking turbo fox yipping was sitting up over his shoulder. Roadbudter grumbled and lifted a hand, mindful of his talons and rubbed against the sensors of his visor. "I'm up, what happened?"
“What happened? Aside from finding you, it’s been silent in deep space. Apologies if I’ve overstepped my boundaries, but I’ve been looking for anyone online.”
Mirage stays very still, unsure of how he will be perceived.
Enemy or Ally?
The wrecker scratches at the fox on his shoulder, getting a good look at who was in front of him. not sure if it was just running on empty, so to say, but did not recognized this mech off the top of his head. "Crew's here, we've been helping with fires."
“I see. I am Mirage, an Autobot, and have been searching for fellow Autobots for a while now.”
The most curious part was the unique fox sitting on the other mech’s shoulder. What a pretty creature!
"...you're half right lad." Roadbuster stretched his legs, and then sat up, the long legged turbo fox well able to keep balance as it was used to movement of his mechs. "I'm a Level Worker, Wrecker. Allied with autobots but we ain't them."
Mirage? Definitely not his mech, nor the other one named that he remembered, that short red one.
"Name's Roadbuster, I'm the Foreman of the wreckers."
