Light filtered through the drawn curtains of the room, leaving bright slats of daylight across the berth and the little mech tucked neatly under cover. He ex-vented deeply as the throb of his helm lulled him to consciousness; Everything had a delay to it. However, the brightness of dawn did coax the boy to roll over and seek the dark side of the pillow. Only for a moment.
Cyan optics onlined with a start and he flung the covers off of him when he frantically sat upright. This wasn’t Crossfire and most certainly not the Nemesis or any ship - It was far to quiet for that. In the dimly lit room, Rigel made out the silhouettes of tables, chairs, a large lounging couch and shelves stocked with neat little rows of datapads. Two expansive windows that went from floor to ceiling were both covered by heavy curtains that he approached with caution… And pulled back.
His frame recoiled from the bright light of Cybertron’s sun and the incredible shine that reflected off every building below where his window sat. Miles of city spun out like spokes on a wheel in every direction and both vehicles and alternate modes cruised nonchalantly through the skies and along the roads. The sight was almost too much to comprehend; This was what old Cybertron was supposed to look like, not anywhere in the present!
“Where…” His thought unfinished as he stumbled back against the lavishly covered berth. “Where th’ frag am I?!”