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We're On Your Property

WHO: R2-D2, Starscream (no, the other one) and our lovely Police Force members
WHERE: Prima's Quadrant; Police Headquarters
WHEN: Some time after this thread.
WHAT: ~~The Police Force adopt a new mascot/pet~~ Current jailbird!Starscream has coerced our intrepid astromech into attempting to bust him out. Things don't quite go as planned, though.
WARNINGS: --

     It wasn't the first time that Artoo wished he still had his rocket boosters. He was only thankful that he hadn't been at the opposite end of the Junk Pile when he'd received the coordinates from that private feed. Starscream, wasn't it? The Decepticon hadn't introduced himself, but it hadn't taken Artoo very long to filter through past recent communications to find a match for the ID he'd been contacted with. The rest was just gleaning through conversations for a name.

     The droid had to wonder if this was a good idea, really. If C-3PO were here, he'd most likely say that it wasn't, but then he tended to say that about a lot of things. ...what was that protocol droid doing right now anyway? Oh well.

     The police facilities didn't look at all like other places of law enforcement that Artoo was familiar with. It almost appeared out of place when in comparison to other structures within the Haven, but the astromech supposed that was to be expected, given there were individuals from varying worlds. At the very least, he couldn't complain that there wasn't access for someone his size, so entry was the least of his problems.

     Artoo hesitated near the entryway, his radar scanning for any immediate signs of others within. It wasn't like he could just roll right in and get to work. ...or could he?

     ...no, that was a ridiculous notion.

     The droid hooted to himself, then trundled on inside. If he wasn't hindered from anything, he'd go ahead and have a look around. No harm in that, right?

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[They like to be organized around here, little one. The desks are even arranger in perfect 90º. Ultra Magnus liked things to be neat and Blurr keeps doing this sort of things to remember him.

OH! It noticed him.]....hi. Are you lost?

[Well, he doesn't have a problem with organization. It's just a little unusual.

The droid twitters in greeting once addressed. Lost? Um. He rolls back and forth a couple of times, almost sheepish.]

[Is it because Han was disorganized as hell? I bet the the Millennium Falcon was hard to clean.

Blurr can't help but smile a little. Not openly hostile, not yet, that was a good thing. He crunched over to look at the robot closely.]You can _understandme then? Do you have a name?

[Artoo is just glad he's not programmed for housekeeping.

He beeps an affirmative of that, followed by a series of chirps to convey his designation. ]

[His work would never end, poor thing.

The affirmative part Blurr understood. The rest not sdo much.] Ah..uhm...sorry i don't quite fo-llo-w. I'm^{Blurr, do}you have a name? [One that he could understand?]

[Sorry, it's still a little weird to be around robots that don't speak Binary. He does a quick scan of the local Link IDs to see if he could pick up Blurr's, given it seems everyone around here has a communicator. Ping.]

[[Designation = R2-D2_]]

[Blurr is good at hacking and with communication but mostly tho those with a Cybertronian origin. You sir are something else.

He gets the ping and tilts his head, then smiles again.]R2-D2. That's an interesting name. Are you one of the a-co-ly-tes?

[The droid's domed head twitches back and forth in what looks like a headshake.]

[[Negative. R2-D2 = Astromech droid. Specializes in systems communications and starship repair._]]

Oh I've never heard of _those before. Wheeljack could sue some help with his ship, OR DO YOU have one here already? And why are you here then? You were looking for someone?

[He does a quick scan along the Link for a name to match the ID of the one he'd spoken to earlier in regards to the ship before twittering a response.]

[[Have spoken with him. Will see if I can be of assistance.]]

[...right. Why is he here? He can't just tell the one that had put Starscream in here that he was looking to study the security system so he could break the Decepticon out and if you would kindly look in the opposite direction while he did so.]

[[...was sight-seeing. Not familiar with locations/terrain.>_]]

Oh I was not...expecting you to_{really want} to help him. [It's a pleasant surprise.] Thatsreallyniceofyou.

[Lyign to him, though, is not so nice.]

This is the Police Force's headquarters, we work to keep things safe. There's nothing much to see here.

[[Would like to make use of my abilities to service while I'm stuck here.]]

[Aw, it isn't a lie! It's true enough! He just omitted the part about potentially trying to spring one of your inmates...]

[[Police Force = Local law enforcement? Unused to size differences._]]

I can understand the feeling. Is the main reason why this place was created.

[Uh huh. Half truths are just as bad. And helping a dangerous inmate to scape from prison is a criminal thinks, buddy.

Blurr nods.] Yes, that's it. Do you want me to^{show you} the place? As I said, there's no much to see but if you are curious...I'm not as BIG as most mechs here I KNOW very how the differences can be a bit overwhelming.

[And you are just so tiny and adorable looking for a drone.]

[Well he didn't seem dangerous over the Link...! It's okay, it will be a learning experience. Like trying to plug your computer jack into an electrical outlet.]

[[Would be appreciated!_]]

[He'd get annoyed if he were called a drone again though.]

[Decepticons got that name because they deceive, not looking dangerous when it's convenient to them is a thing they do. learning is good, though.]

Then follow_{me, it won't be} a long trip, though.

[Sorry about that, Blurr doesn't know better.]

[He starts to walk towards the main room, filled with activity at this hour of the day.] The desk and other furniture are of different^{sized to accommodate the}different members of the Police Force. Some are humans, others Cybertronians and others made by humans. We welcome diversity.

[He'll figure that out sooner or later.

Artoo beeps his compliance, trundling along after the Autobot. A thoughtful hoot follows Blurr's words as the droid takes in the set up.]

And now that you have seen the administration offices let's see the rest...[Blurr gives a general explanation of the places, showing him the outside of the evidence room with special access codes, the armory holding cells, the public spaces for visitors, the booking department...they have nothing to hide.]

The cells are on a lower floor a shooting range it's outside, far away from here AND that's pretty much it.

[The droid pays careful attention throughout all the areas that Blurr takes him through, updating his databanks as they go. Hmm, so that means that Starscream fellow is down below.

He chirps a thanks at the Autobot once things are rounded off.]

[Yes, down below. But no one's allowed there.]

You are welcome. I think that was a thanks...? Now do you need anything else? [He sees you not leaving and wonders.]

[The droid swivels about slightly, considering.]

[[Have many problems with law breakers here?_]]

Sometimes, yes. We had some important troubles lately but now almost all is fixed. [They still had to work on the issue with Tarn.] WHY?

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[[Curious about how great the necessity for law enforcement. This place seems quiet, but not completely without problems._]]

[Especially if there were those existing from two warring factions.]

No society is without problems. I wish things where better but changing this is our goal.

[Ah yes, the War. It ended in Blurr's world with the Autobot victory but other weren't so lucky.]

[He beeped sadly at that.]

[[Unfortunately true._]]

And how was your world like?

[[War across the galaxy. Has been that way for a long time._]]

War against who, if I can ask? Another alien race or among your people? [He knows that one is much harder than the other.]

[[Neither. It is a war against an Empire. Those united against = Rebel Alliance._]]

An empire. [What an odd concept for a war.] And what side are you on?

[He twitters an affirmative.]

[[My master has assisted the rebels. We were in the process of rescuing an important figure in the Alliance._]]

[Which is not long before he found himself here.]

Your had a master? [At that he frowns. Back in Earth a human claimed ownership of him and used a device to control Blurr. He did not like that a single bit and he's very much again any sort of slavery of ownership.] How so?

[Artoo beeps curiously, but he supposes he can't be too surprised at the reaction. Even in their galaxy, some droids took to being independent.]

[[How so? = Having a master? I have had many masters; my main functions are for their starship repairs and navigation._]]

[Blurr expressions soften but he still looks quite upset.]

But you have a mind on your own, you think all by yourself. No one should order you around.

[[Not only my programming, but my choice. Function = Duty?_]]

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oh god I'm sorry i missed this notif

Aw it's okay..!! <3

Thanks dear ♥

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