Some time ago, a flicker on the USAF's early-warning systems might have indicated an unscheduled orbital descent along the border of Montana and Canada. If anyone were sharp enough to follow the meteoric arrival, they'd eventually stumble across a figure sitting cross-legged on the slope of one of the many ridgeback mountains that make up Glacier National Park. Although relatively still, the voice that booms out crabbily into the radio comm from time to time is anything but serene. 5r"What do you MEAN they left for Cybertron, and then didn't stay in Nightseige? Smelt, that's the fifth flight this week! I don't CARE, Quartermaster, tell them you'll sell them your creator's silver-coated diodes if it'll get them to stay."