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Waking up to a mostly empty landscape that was quite warm wasn't what the goldenish light yellow mech expected. Let alone being back to consciousness at all. What brought him here? Who woke him up?

Well, whatever it was, he had to keep moving. The bright light from the sun made processor aches the longer time was spent in the heated place. 'This isn't the planet I made, is it?' A simple question that made him think about the next best thing to do. What could he do being practically stranded in the middle of nowhere? This was going to be a long walk to even find a comfortable place to hide. Taking a deep in-vent and slowly letting out, the walk began with calm observing red optics. The idea of waking up after so long..was the one he saw as a friend even around still? More importantly was he awake too. So many worries. So many possibilities about the situation.
Seeing as the sun was high in the sky, he'd been walking some time causing a long ex-vent, body overheating, and barely any progress had been made to get away from what he learned was a desert. Primus. He's Primus. Optics offlining, he knew that he had to go into recharge for a little while. Before one single step could've been made, the mech collapsed.