2018-11-20 Transmission to the Desert Circle
From Transformers: Lost and Found
Drift waits patiently for the signal to reach it's destination. Video chatting across planets tend to be a little slow and he's grown used to it after doing this every month. Finally the video feed stabilizes and he finds himself looking directly at another mech with bits of animal kibble hanging off of him.
"Drift!' the animalformer chirps happily, his grin unnaturally large. "How the hell are ya? OH! Before you ask, yes, your money order went through just fine. We really appreciate you doing that, by the way, the nomadic lifestyle is a lot easier when you don't have to beg for basic supplies."
Drift smiles, though it lacks it's usual charm. "Glad to hear it, but that's not what I'm calling about. Have you heard the latest about Megatron?"
"Besides about him being a huge bastard? Yeah, scuttlebutt around the city is that he's targeting colonies now."
"Right." Drift leans forward, his expression serious. "I'm coming over there soon. I'm bringing the Daybreaker and you're all coming back to the fleet with me until we take care of him."
The mech on the screen laughs and waves a clawed hand. "You serious? Come on, we can handle a couple Decepticons no problem! We know this desert better than anyone, worse comes to the worse we just lose 'em in the dunes! You don't have to make the trip all the way out here, we're not some damsels in distress that need to be rescued any time something bad happens." He leans forward, chin propped up on his hand. "But I know it's in your nature, what with being a dashing hero and all."
Drift frowns. "I'm serious, Wedge. I told you about Crystal City, you know what happened there. I can't let you guys get wiped out too, you and the others are too precious to me." He leans closer now, jutting a finger at the screen. "Do you understand? Stay out of the city until I get there and do not, under any circumstance, take any unnecessary risks!"
Wedge leans back. "Alright, alright! We'll stay hidden and out of trouble." He puts a hand over his spark. "Knight's promise."
Drift's expression softens and he allows himself a smile. "Thanks, Wedge. Give the other my regards."
"Of course. May Primus guide you."
"And you as well," Drift responds before cutting the feed.