Watcher had lost one of his lower wings somewhere during the first night, it screamed at his sensors now and he wished he could cry.

Now the currents were relentless, dragging him. Beating at him.
Gnawing at him with cold so deep it felt like derma

AUTOBOT LONG-RANGE FREQUENCY. EMERGENCY BROADCAST
ID: WATCHER

H… h-help..

The sound of static grinding, crackling and popping is so loud.

thi-…s is… W… Watch..

da..damag …wing

The signal warps sharply and a loud hum covers the rest of the sentence.

Sinking... *ksshk* ....

. . . - - - . . .

Watcher drifted in space above earth, his wings extended in a gentle arc, the thin, gold filmed panels stretched out to as much solar rays as he could. He loved this height. Loved the soft hum of radiation playing over his plating. -

There is a lot of debris in your planet's orbit...

There are lots of bots here, why?

They were right! This is mostly a water planet - ugh! Water! Primus Im going to rust.

Where am I? This isn't a cybertonian data collection...

What planet am I receiving data from?