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re_alignment_logs2012-10-06 08:42 pm
dontasktrix) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-10-06 08:42 pm
The Things a Bot Does for Fashion [OPEN]
WHO: Slipstream and OPEN
WHERE: In and between Nexus Temple and Junkpile
WHEN Nowish; some time after Slipstream talks to Teddie.
WHAT: Searching for specific items in order to trade to Teddie, so he will construct thespectacles to make her look smartaccessory Slipstream might just want to have. Possibly also discussion of who might be able to repair sonic cleaning devices.
WARNINGS: Nothing right now.
NOTE: Slipstream is mod-authorized to find (apart from the usual no-permission-needed stuff) 1) Powell Brand Sound Wave toy, without organic-hypnotizing function; 2) sonic cleaning device(s) in parts or "rough condition". She'll also be looking for typical salvage in form of metal and glass to be used to make the glasses/spectacles.
Slipstream kinda wanted those glasses. Oh, she'd done her best to make her interest look casual to Teddie, when he demonstrated his curious ability to make optic-wear appear, but they did seem a useful accessory for a bot to have. Not that she wanted pointless junk, like certain bots. No, she hadn't inherited greed, exactly. She just had the idea that a pair of spectacles made a bot look more scientific. The bots she knew on Earth hadn't worn any, but it seemed a popular mod among humans. Plus, she seemed to have some vague data, transferred from her maker, that indicated there were Decepticon scientists who had optical mods. And, Decepticon science wasn't anything to sneer at; they'd developed cloning, among other things.
Slipstream left her quarters in the temple of Nexus Prime, where she still stayed, despite the bunker-like atmosphere that didn't offer many views of the sky. If humans could hide their aircraft in secret underground hangars, or inside sea vessels, she could manage. If Starscream could deal with close quarters on a warship, between jaunts into space, Slipstream could certainly tolerate rock-hewn chambers. She'd rather suffer with fewer points of egress than she'd like, than be seen as inferior to Starscream!
Outside, there were plenty of views of the sky, and even the occasional, spectacular meteor impact. She walked most of the way, carrying some tiny bear-scaled crates in one hand, then hovering where a crater interrupted the shortest path between temple and junkpile.
Some piles dwarfed even her warrior's stature. Though the items fallen through the Lambda and collected in these stacks weren't necessarily junk, the haphazard piles of discreet, heterogeneous, materials certainly made the area look like scrap awaiting the smelting pit.
Slipstream didn't like this area of the Haven. It reminded her too much of coming online here that first time, and how the small bits of debris had jammed her thruster. Loss of flight ability was never a good thing! Besides, remembering her own arrival made her remember Starscream would have ended his life in a trash heap, if not for that relatively small fragment of the AllSpark that got stuck in his head, and probably by chance. If not for that, she wouldn't have existed. A lowly start for a being seemingly created to rule the skies.
Without conscious command, Slipstream automatically put a hand over her cockpit canopy. As quickly, she realized her action and lowered her arm to her side. She had a mission before her.
There seemed no efficient way to search the piles, not if she wanted the search to also be timely. She hoped she might eventually convince some acolyte to assist, or perhaps find some small human to search the stacks, where Slipstream's own weight would be more likely to cause collapse. Until an opportunity presented itself, the best strategy seemed to start in one spot and search outward from there.
WHERE: In and between Nexus Temple and Junkpile
WHEN Nowish; some time after Slipstream talks to Teddie.
WHAT: Searching for specific items in order to trade to Teddie, so he will construct the
WARNINGS: Nothing right now.
NOTE: Slipstream is mod-authorized to find (apart from the usual no-permission-needed stuff) 1) Powell Brand Sound Wave toy, without organic-hypnotizing function; 2) sonic cleaning device(s) in parts or "rough condition". She'll also be looking for typical salvage in form of metal and glass to be used to make the glasses/spectacles.
Slipstream kinda wanted those glasses. Oh, she'd done her best to make her interest look casual to Teddie, when he demonstrated his curious ability to make optic-wear appear, but they did seem a useful accessory for a bot to have. Not that she wanted pointless junk, like certain bots. No, she hadn't inherited greed, exactly. She just had the idea that a pair of spectacles made a bot look more scientific. The bots she knew on Earth hadn't worn any, but it seemed a popular mod among humans. Plus, she seemed to have some vague data, transferred from her maker, that indicated there were Decepticon scientists who had optical mods. And, Decepticon science wasn't anything to sneer at; they'd developed cloning, among other things.
Slipstream left her quarters in the temple of Nexus Prime, where she still stayed, despite the bunker-like atmosphere that didn't offer many views of the sky. If humans could hide their aircraft in secret underground hangars, or inside sea vessels, she could manage. If Starscream could deal with close quarters on a warship, between jaunts into space, Slipstream could certainly tolerate rock-hewn chambers. She'd rather suffer with fewer points of egress than she'd like, than be seen as inferior to Starscream!
Outside, there were plenty of views of the sky, and even the occasional, spectacular meteor impact. She walked most of the way, carrying some tiny bear-scaled crates in one hand, then hovering where a crater interrupted the shortest path between temple and junkpile.
Some piles dwarfed even her warrior's stature. Though the items fallen through the Lambda and collected in these stacks weren't necessarily junk, the haphazard piles of discreet, heterogeneous, materials certainly made the area look like scrap awaiting the smelting pit.
Slipstream didn't like this area of the Haven. It reminded her too much of coming online here that first time, and how the small bits of debris had jammed her thruster. Loss of flight ability was never a good thing! Besides, remembering her own arrival made her remember Starscream would have ended his life in a trash heap, if not for that relatively small fragment of the AllSpark that got stuck in his head, and probably by chance. If not for that, she wouldn't have existed. A lowly start for a being seemingly created to rule the skies.
Without conscious command, Slipstream automatically put a hand over her cockpit canopy. As quickly, she realized her action and lowered her arm to her side. She had a mission before her.
There seemed no efficient way to search the piles, not if she wanted the search to also be timely. She hoped she might eventually convince some acolyte to assist, or perhaps find some small human to search the stacks, where Slipstream's own weight would be more likely to cause collapse. Until an opportunity presented itself, the best strategy seemed to start in one spot and search outward from there.
no subject
Thundercracker's optics brightened a bit. If that was what he thought it was . . . huh, maybe he should have the femme search the junkpiles with him more often, if she had a tendency to find things that fast. Handy. He approved.
He shrugged, putting his hand out under it to catch it when - or maybe if - she let it go. "Sure. That might work." He'd have to double check that it was, in fact, a whistle. Or harmonica. Or something Four could use.
no subject
She looked toward Thundercracker, trying to read his expression, or gain some insight into his personality. "Did your faction go to Earth? The planet."
She wasn't sure if other universes held the same connection between Cybertron and Earth, if there were parallel timelines in which other groups of Cybertronians chased artifacts to Earth.
no subject
That was how things often worked with the Decepticons, too. At least his version. But he wasn’t worried about being indebted her a little over such a minor thing. Besides, she was a fellow Seeker. That fact alone won her at least some respect and cooperation from him. Even if he wasn’t overt about it.
“We did, yes. About four million Earth years ago, initially.” Briefly, he told her about the Autobots’ ship leaving Cybertron, their chase and attack, how both ships had gone down on a previously-unknown planet, and how a volcanic eruption had served as the catalyst to everyone’s revival after so long in deep stasis. “That was two solar cycles ago, by Earth’s standard orbit. We’ve spent the time since then re-establishing a link and a means of return travel, and trying to gather the energy we need to go back and revive Cybertron.” Not to mention conquer it and Earth, Life, the Universe, and Everything – at least, according to Megatron’s plan – but he didn’t feel like going into that side of things just then.
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no subject
She stood then, and stretched her servos as it were. The heels and points of each foot-like thruster closed slightly, to increase her height by a slight amount.
"That's not completely different from how it happened in our 'verse," she said casually. Slipstream wasn't actually certain how much she should share with anyone,or Thundercracker in particular.
"The first landing was in the 22nd century. Optimus and a team were on a ship, like your Ark, but it was a surviving Omega Sentinel. Decepticons followed on the warship Nemesis, but only Megatron made it onto Prime's ship. Starscream stayed with the Nemesis until he accidentally crashed it on the moon. They ended up in stasis for 50 solar cycles, not millions."
Slipstream poked at some piled scrap as she spoke. A novelty trailer hitch cover in the shape of a skull fell and scraped her arm, before dropping lower.
"Autobots hold Cybertron, and a Commonwealth of systems maintained with their space bridge network. Decepticons have built an Empire in the Outer Rim."
"Do the organics know about you?"
no subject
"The Autobots have space bridge technology?"
Maybe he shouldn't be so surprised. It was only a matter of time, probably.
"The 22nd Century, huh? Hm. I think the humans considered ours the 20th. And . . . " Here, he can't help a slightly wicked smirk. "Yes, they know about us.
"So the Autobots have taken Cybertron, huh? Hm, I've never been to the Outer Rim. What's it like?"