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re_alignment_logs2013-10-24 12:31 am
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Blast From the Past [Closed]
WHO: Deckard, Kagerou
WHERE: Library, Alpha Trion's temple
WHEN: Following this thread
WHAT: Getting some answers - on a possibly crooked cop and...well...really, almost too many things to list -WHERE THE HELL DOES HE START!?
WARNINGS: None that I know of, will update if needed
Deckard pointed himself toward the coordinates that Kagerou had given him. Getting there proved far more . . . challenging . . . than he'd anticipated, navigating the broken landscape of this alien land, noting but for now ignoring anything and everything he saw around him on the way. He drove when he could and jogged on foot when he couldn't, trying to be careful of his gas consumption either way. He'd have to find a gas station or some source of fuel, and fairly soon . . . but that would have to wait for the moment. There were other things more pressing on his mind and heart right now. Never mind the foreign planet he'd found himself on.
Kagerou was alive! Well . . . as "alive" as any of their kind got, but . . . that wasn't the point. He was here - functional, sentient, in retention of his original memories, his own mind, his self . . . everything he should have been all along. That had never not bothered him since that day - the day he realized that he and the Build Team were not the only ones of their kind, that there were other sentient robots out there . . . that Saejima and Toudou weren't always forthcoming with what Deckard would have thought they should be privy to (but even to them sometimes, he and his team were "just robots") . . . that reformatting an A.I., especially a Super A,I., was still A. Thing., even after doing it to him, even after learning the truth about him and what a reformat did to his kind. Dammit, it wasn't like wiping someone's computer workstation before giving it to someone else after a person retired. It was essentially an execution of a person, robbing them of their heart!
Deckard had survived a reformat. Twice. He still had no idea how. He wished he did so he could share it with the others, in case they ever faced being subjected to one (Azuma had certainly threatened them all enough times). He'd apparently just been lucky. It was a terrifying and painful experience he wouldn't wish on anyone.
Now he was on his way to meet Kagerou - the whole Kagerou, not reformatted, not reprogrammed, not crushed at the bottom of the ocean. It didn't surprise him that he was glad, but it did surprise him just how much it meant to him.He wished Shadowmaru could be here for this.
And Kagerou had been here for some time, wherever the hell - whatever the hell - "here" truly was. Hopefully he'd be able to help fill in holes in his understanding . . . and apparently his memory.
And there was more still. There was a police force here. And there was a sentient robot on it that his team didn't trust. Big, bright-red warning flags. The last crooked cop he'd dealt with had been Gunmax's former partner, the one who'd been supposed to work with him like Yuuta did Deckard and the others. The man had betrayed and hurt Gunmax unforgivably (and that before returning to get his so-called revenge). Police figures were supposed to be role models, unquestionably trust-worthy. People depended on them! Betrayal by a policeman was substantially worse than by an average citizen.
Deckard shook his head as he stepped up to the impressive temple the coordinates had led him to. He found more of those Acolytes robots and got directions to the library. As he approached, he reminded himself to be impartial - he didn't know the facts yet, he should decide things for himself, observe and experience before forming an opinion.
He rapped his knuckles on the doorway, knocking for attention, as he stepped in and started looking around for Kagerou.
WHERE: Library, Alpha Trion's temple
WHEN: Following this thread
WHAT: Getting some answers - on a possibly crooked cop and...well...really, almost too many things to list -
WARNINGS: None that I know of, will update if needed
Deckard pointed himself toward the coordinates that Kagerou had given him. Getting there proved far more . . . challenging . . . than he'd anticipated, navigating the broken landscape of this alien land, noting but for now ignoring anything and everything he saw around him on the way. He drove when he could and jogged on foot when he couldn't, trying to be careful of his gas consumption either way. He'd have to find a gas station or some source of fuel, and fairly soon . . . but that would have to wait for the moment. There were other things more pressing on his mind and heart right now. Never mind the foreign planet he'd found himself on.
Kagerou was alive! Well . . . as "alive" as any of their kind got, but . . . that wasn't the point. He was here - functional, sentient, in retention of his original memories, his own mind, his self . . . everything he should have been all along. That had never not bothered him since that day - the day he realized that he and the Build Team were not the only ones of their kind, that there were other sentient robots out there . . . that Saejima and Toudou weren't always forthcoming with what Deckard would have thought they should be privy to (but even to them sometimes, he and his team were "just robots") . . . that reformatting an A.I., especially a Super A,I., was still A. Thing., even after doing it to him, even after learning the truth about him and what a reformat did to his kind. Dammit, it wasn't like wiping someone's computer workstation before giving it to someone else after a person retired. It was essentially an execution of a person, robbing them of their heart!
Deckard had survived a reformat. Twice. He still had no idea how. He wished he did so he could share it with the others, in case they ever faced being subjected to one (Azuma had certainly threatened them all enough times). He'd apparently just been lucky. It was a terrifying and painful experience he wouldn't wish on anyone.
Now he was on his way to meet Kagerou - the whole Kagerou, not reformatted, not reprogrammed, not crushed at the bottom of the ocean. It didn't surprise him that he was glad, but it did surprise him just how much it meant to him.
And Kagerou had been here for some time, wherever the hell - whatever the hell - "here" truly was. Hopefully he'd be able to help fill in holes in his understanding . . . and apparently his memory.
And there was more still. There was a police force here. And there was a sentient robot on it that his team didn't trust. Big, bright-red warning flags. The last crooked cop he'd dealt with had been Gunmax's former partner, the one who'd been supposed to work with him like Yuuta did Deckard and the others. The man had betrayed and hurt Gunmax unforgivably (and that before returning to get his so-called revenge). Police figures were supposed to be role models, unquestionably trust-worthy. People depended on them! Betrayal by a policeman was substantially worse than by an average citizen.
Deckard shook his head as he stepped up to the impressive temple the coordinates had led him to. He found more of those Acolytes robots and got directions to the library. As he approached, he reminded himself to be impartial - he didn't know the facts yet, he should decide things for himself, observe and experience before forming an opinion.
He rapped his knuckles on the doorway, knocking for attention, as he stepped in and started looking around for Kagerou.
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He wished it were so simple.
"He hasn't done anything wrong," he admitted, after an awkward moment of silence. "The others just... don't trust him. And I trust them."
Which was why he'd gotten into this -- that and the conversation with McCrane. He hadn't particularly liked Prowl before then, but those words sealed it. And he'd gotten into following Prowl, watching him. When he could observe the patrol car, there hadn't been anything terribly of note about it. Nothing incriminating. Maybe he should speak with Rewind -- his smaller friend seemed to dislike Prowl more than all of them. Maybe the Autobot could tell him something more.
Except... no one was supposed to know what he was doing. Not the other BPs. Not Kay... no one. Blurr was the only other who knew.
"We're waiting," he said, finally. "Just being guarded. That's all."
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"I see." He thought for a moment. What now?
It occurred to him that he . . . he didn't know. And there wasn't anyone to tell him. He led his team (and he liked to think he did a decent job of it?), but there'd always been people to lead him. He'd been meant to work with a handler from the start. Yuuta had always been there. And Saejima. Even Toudou. Now...?
He shifted, uncertain for a moment. Okay, so . . . what had been presented to him so far? He needed a modification to his engine. He needed to find the other Brave Police. He needed to find a way to recover his lost memories, or failing that, find some other way of getting himself up to speed on pretty much everything as quickly as possible.
Nodding to himself, he brought his gaze up to Kagerou once more. "What can I do to assist? Or what . . . what else is there that needs doing?" Usually it was others turning to him, but he was fully aware that now, he was the "new recruit", so to speak - potentially the low man on the ladder, the one with the least experience and understanding. He had no problem deferring direction to another at least for now.
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"Fix your engine," he said, quietly. Honestly, he didn't want any of the others involved. If anything happened to them... "I don't know what else to say, beyond that. Join the police, if you wish."
He shook his head slightly.
"Your choice."
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That, as far as Deckard was concerned, was a given.
Or not...?
'Your choice.'
He'd never really had a choice before. Everything had always been laid out for him. For better or worse. Usually better, or at least neutral . . . though there were times - being sent after Kagerou, not being told about important things until they "needed to know", the unfair threats to Gunmax (and to him merely by association), potentially getting shoved into three-inch-tall bodies as a "back-up system" . . .
. . . the Gunpulators . . .
It was his turn to shiver, at least a little. That whole incident smacked of wrong on so many levels. Frankly? He didn't want to think about it.
He huffed, nodding. "Right. Engine's my next order of business. And . . . I'm sure I'll join the police force." It was all he knew, really. It was his whole purpose for ever being built. "I'll get in contact with McCrane and the others too." Another given. No question on that one.
He looked at Kagerou. "If there is anything - anything - else I can do, will you contact me?"
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Memory loss was almost worse.
He nodded, once more turning his attention to the shelf, apparently lost in thought. If Deckerd wanted to join the police force, he wasn't in any position to tell the patrol car otherwise. He'd done the same, after all.
"If that's what you want, yes."
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"It's what I was designed and built for. I don't know that there's anything else for me to do." He cocked his head a little. "But you don't think I should." The comment was mild, without challenge. It was a guess, an observation . . . an invitation to speak up and share what's on his mind. If he's willing.
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Despite what he said, there was no anger or rebuke in it. Just simple fact. His own life had only recently come under his control. Who was he to take that control, take that choice, from someone else?
"There was an Autobot here called Rung," he said, after a silence. "He tried to help me. Tried to guide me when I didn't know where to go." His wings flicked, folded down. "He always said to do what I felt was right."
And here he was. Warning someone against Prowl, and passing along the therapist's words.
"Do that."
Okay, so he wasn't the best at inspirational speeches, but points for trying.
Oh, geez . . . sorry, just realized I read Kagerou's "if that's what you want" reply back to the -
Deckard definitely appreciated the ninja-bot's words, taking them to heart.
He had no idea what an "auto-bot" is, but he'd ask another time. He nodded. "Wise words. Giving advice and offering your opinion aren't the same as making the decision for me, though. I can only make the best decision for myself that I can with all the information available to me. But . . . " He nodded again. "I'll get a hold of McCrane and Power Joe. And Drill Boy. See what they have to say too. But . . . to address the earlier, I'd like that, yes. If you'd call me."
Another thought occurred to him, and he tilted his head a bit. "Do you know a robot named Blurr?" Only because Blurr had seemed to know him. From when he was here before. Apparently, they'd been friends.
It really bothered him that he couldn't remember it.
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To be honest, part of him debated getting close again. No one who came back ever remembered. If they just vanished again... was it worth all the struggle? All the effort of making memories, if you were the only one to keep them?
He bowed his head, opting to nod, instead of speaking.
"Yes," he said, finally. "He's been here since before I arrived."
A long time, now that he thought back on it. His sole green optic flicked in the other BP's direction. "Why?"
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His jaw tightened . . . and then his fists . . . and he pounded one against the side of a bookcase.
"Dammit! I can't remember! But I will. I've done it twice before . . . I can do it again." He realized Kagerou wouldn't know. The first time, he'd not been built yet, and the second... "My memories . . . they've been stolen before. But I recovered them. It is possible to recover memories. It's possible to recover from a whole reformat even. I've done it. Twice. I don't know how, but I did."
And he'd be damned if he didn't somehow manage to do it again.
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Getting your hopes up -- this place had taught him what a foolish thing that was.
"No one ever remembers," he says, very quietly. Very firmly. "Not even those whose memories are more than data. Not even the living robots are immune..."
Perceptor.
There wasn't any rebuke in his words. It would be nice to think they could overcome things like reformats, whenever they wanted. But -- this was different. Wasn't it?
"Don't take it so hard."
And yes, he knows how much of a hypocrite that makes him sound. Even he looked a little disgusted. He'd meant it as a reassurance, but... well. How did you even reassure someone in this situation?
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Rubbing a hand over his face, he rolls his shoulders, forcing himself to relax, to let go. He nods, agreeing. Whether it turns out that he can or he can't, getting worked up over it won't do him any good. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be burdening you with this."
And he feels the needle of his fuel gauge slip another micrometer to the left, finally crossing into the red zone. He cycles air in a mimic of a sigh. "I should go. I need to find a mechanic for my engine sooner than later." He looks up, meeting the other robot's gaze. "Thank you for being willing to meet with me, Kagerou. It means a lot to me."
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And once more, he can't help but think this would be so much easier with Shadowmaru. He would know what to say -- Kay would know what to say. If either of them were here...
"The others told me you were a team," he says, at length. "Isn't... that part of being a team? Discussing these things?"
He blinks, staring back for a few moments before looking away again. There's still a part of him unwilling to look his previous pursuer in the optics. The gratitude only makes him duck his head, mixed feelings struggling with each other in his AI.
"It doesn't hurt, for what it's worth... the alteration." Even though he'd been more than reluctant to have it done, spending days attached to a generator. "The others will want to see you, too."
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Discussing things? Yes . . . and no. Deckard is the team lead. While he wants his team to share with him any and all concerns they have, he knows that...he can't always do the same. The others can't afford for him to. They rely on him to have it together, to know what to do, or to make the best guess he can. There's no room for doubts or self-reflection, not when he's needed. Yuuta is the one that Deckard customarily turns to if he has real need. And Yuuta's not here.
But Kagerou doesn't need to know that. He doesn't need to be given reason to doubt in the team overall sharing and supporting one another. Surely the ninjabot could use it himself. Besides, Deckard appreciates hearing as much from Kagerou.
"It is, yes. One of the things about being a team is looking out for each other. Most commonly, at least for us, it's meant physically, having each other's back in a fight. But it means emotionally too, when one is troubled or in need. No one should ever have to face anything alone."
His hand brushes over his chest, his small grin turning wry. "I'm not worried about pain. It's just that I've never been worked on by anyone but Toudou and our engineering teams before." He shakes that thought from his mind - if all of this really is real (and he was 98% sure he believed it at this point, as crazy as it all was), then he is going to HAVE to let others work on him, and be okay with it.
He nods. "I'll connect with them as soon as I can. In the meantime, if there's nothing else...?"
If there isn't, if Kagerou doesn't indicate it, he'll finally step forward, slowly, closing the rest of the distance between them unless Kagerou shows any sign of not wanting him to do so. If he's able, once within reach, he'll offer his hand.
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His mind adds it before he can stop it. He knows he's technically part of their team now. He's one of them. But, at the same time, none of them could ever fill the void left. Not until he was back -- not until he could see that familiar face again. Nothing would feel right.
"I'm trying to remember that," he says, softly. He was typically like this. Quiet, reserved. Unless something really moved him to speak.
His head tilts.
"You'll need to adjust, yes. The mechanic isn't here." Not anymore. Gunmax had said the man was around. But he didn't know if anything had come of it. "You learn to survive. You have no other choice."
Well, he'd tried.
And then he looks down at the offered hand in mild bewilderment. His own extends, but he doesn't grip the other BP's. It's a mimicry, and nothing more.
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Slowly, Deckard takes Kagerou's hand, grip firm enough to be a grip but easily loose enough that Kagerou could pull free with hardly a thought. "Handshake," he says quietly. "It's a gesture of greeting, or in some cases parting. It's for good will." It's meant to be a brief gesture, too, so unless Kagerou indicates otherwise, he'll let go as soon as he's said as much and will step back.
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He tenses a little, at the sudden contact. One day, he'll get used to it. Today is, apparently, not that day.
"Right." His hand slips away. "I understand."
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And with the other's momentary tension, he's glad he did.
He easily lets Kagerou's hand slip free, his own dropping back to his side. He nods. "If there's nothing else, I'll head back out then. Again, need to find a medic and all that."
He heads for the door, pausing there to turn back. "I know I said it before . . . but it really is good to see you, Kagerou. Since you've joined the team, I hope we'll get to work together."
He'll pause a moment longer, but he doesn't want Kagerou thinking he has to reply, so if the other doesn't in a "reasonable" timeframe - long enough to leave an opening but not so long as to seem to force one - he'll turn and head out.
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It was important, after all. He didn't know if they even kept the generator around -- with Ratchet gone, he had no idea what became of his medical supplies. Getting the upgrade superseded anything else right now.
He stayed where he was, awkward, suddenly. Did he follow? Did he stay? Which was appropriate?
The other settled it for him, turning to leave. He lingered beside the bookshelf, watching him silently. "I'm sure," he said, just as softly. "It tends to happen, in this place..."
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