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[not_toothfairy]

Finding a space to work on the space bridge project wasn't all that hard. Finding that space and making sure it was adequately secured, lit, powered, and otherwise prepped for the situation? Another story altogether. That took preparation and doing. Fortunately, Ironhide managed his end of things eventually; any Autobot more than a few days out of

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[action_rad]

Hoist and Grapple pull up in their alt modes. Not only do they ensure that no one who shouldn't see a robot will see one, but they also make for excellent transportation of needed goods.

And riding on the back of Grapple, near where the crane part of Grapple is attached, since the box attached to the hook is swinging in such a manner as to make you nervous, is a very-in-robot-mode Rad.

Lionizer is sitting in Hoist's cab. Away from the swinging box.

They're here. Time to get to work.

[not_toothfairy]

They are indeed. So's Ironhide. Cheetor's around here somewhere; he's getting an orientation and a briefing on the situation, mostly from Ratchet. In matters of tact one might well consider that the blind leading the blind.

"Afternoon, fellas," Ironhide calls out. "Welcome to California."

[action_rad]

Jumping off the back of Grapple he gets further out of the way as the box is lowered.

And Lionizer steps out of the cab. Allowing both to transform. Into robots more in scale with Ironhide.

Lionizer: "Looks pretty much the same as our California."

Hoist: "Where do we start?"

Grapple: "We're not going to be interrupted by Decepticons are we?"

[not_toothfairy]

"Not unless Starscream drops in from off-planet," says Ironhide. "Rad tell you yet about our situation here? The only 'con known to be on the planet right now's Scorponok, and his last sighting was clear over in the Persian gulf."