[(Accidental) Video] :: Location - Vector Prime's Temple

[kick_astromech]

[The image that's transmitted fades in and out at first, interrupted by lines of static. Something vaguely seems to be moving just in front of whatever the video source is, but it's extremely blurry as though the feed receiver itself is out of focus. It isn't long before that starts to adjust, and soon enough one can see the looming face of the Acolyte.

There's an electronic squawk in surprise, and the screen shifts, just as some sort of thin metal arm with a slightly pointed tip pops out from somewhere around the camera source. Electricity sparks from its tip as its jabbed towards the Acolyte's face, sending the large figure reeling back, more out of shock than actual harm.

Amidst a flurry of confused and slightly indignant beeps and twittering, the transmitted image continues to move, shifting to a more upright position before moving forward.

There's a simulated scream as whoever it is seems to find out the hard way that it's been placed on some sort of pedestal. Which is pre-tty high up.

It's a lovely first-person view of the ground coming to meet you, and a metallic, somewhat hollow sounding thud follows once the ground is hit, effectively blacking out the screen. Apparently it's still on though, a faint warble sounding, as well as the footfalls of the Acolyte's approach. Aaaand cut.]

Comments

[sixthdeadliest]

[This is the temple that belongs to whomever branded Six, so he's just taking another look around to see if there's anything new he can learn. So he starts a bit at the "scream" and the thud. He turns to see the little thing get pulled upright by the Acolytes.]

[He walks cautiously over since his world tended to fail spectacularly at artificial intelligences and old habits were hard to break. Unless that was some sort of armor for whatever was inside. He crouched down.]

Whatever you're made of, it seems sturdy enough. Hardly a scratch from that.

[kick_astromech]

[The little droid twitters and beeps at the Acolyte, and then his dome swivels at Six's approach. Oh good! Someone more his size! Sort of.

He chirps at the man's assessment, even as he does a quick diagnostics check of his systems. He's had worse, he supposes.]

[sixthdeadliest]

I don't suppose you have any way to talk in English, do you?

[kick_astromech]

[Artoo's not familiar with that language, but he given as how somehow he's understanding the man, he supposes he must mean Basic. It's just too bad that he can't respond likewise. His domed head twitching back and forth in a no as his beeping response said as much. Not that Six understood Binary, anyway.]

[sixthdeadliest]

Well, you can understand it at least. That's better than nothing.

[kick_astromech]

[The droid hooted in agreement. Sigh. Where was Threepio when you needed him?

....

Artoo gave a brief buzz in realization. Oh that's right- wasn't he just with the protocol droid? Poor guy was probably in a panic.]

[sixthdeadliest]

What? [That reaction looks like there's a problem.]

[kick_astromech]

[He begins to tweedle his concerns to the man, except that he realizes Six likely has no idea what he's going on about. Well, this is working out fantastically.

Beeping in mild annoyance as he puzzles this out, Artoo then recalls his unexpected upgrade. It had been transmitting something, earlier. With a little whistle, the droid decides some testing was in order. Of course, he isn't even sure the man in front of him has anything to receive, but Artoo supposes he'll find out soon enough. If he can just limit a transmission to anything within short range...

Six might get a ping on his Link.]

[[Unknown frequency...found.

Testing..._]]

[sixthdeadliest]

[Six hears his communicator beep and pulls it out. He sees the words written there. It pulls a small smirk from his lips.]

Now we're getting somewhere.

[kick_astromech]

[Artoo gives a triumphant twitter.]

[[Test = Successful. That would have been awkward.

Designation = R2-D2
Searching for = Counterpart; designation = C-3PO_]]

[And here an image of the golden protocol droid will appear on Six's screen as well.]

[[Have you seen him?_]]

[sixthdeadliest]

[Six reads over the message and shakes his head.] Sorry.

[kick_astromech]

[There's a disappointed hoot at that.]

[[C-3PO = Not here?

Where is here? Planet = Unknown. Coordinates = Unknown_]]

[sixthdeadliest]

It could be he is here, but I haven't seen him personally is all. I'd check the local network just in case.

We're currently on a planet called Cybertron.

[kick_astromech]

[[Will do.

....Cybertron = Unknown. What kind of name is that?_]]

[sixthdeadliest]

[That actually gets a snort of amusement.]

Apparently one for an entire planet of sentient robots. Of course, this version of it is still under construction. A lot of different robots and people were dragged here randomly.

[kick_astromech]

[By the tone of beeps that sound from the droid, it seems he's not too impressed.]

[[That can't possibly go wrong._]]

[Ah, sarcasm. It doesn't translate very well with words on screen, but given the flat tone accompanying it, it's not too hard to get the idea.]

[[One way trip?_]]

[sixthdeadliest]

Seems to be. Some people do somehow manage to get home, but otherwise you're stuck.

[kick_astromech]

[Bwat. Yeah, there doesn't seem to be a need to translate that one.]

[sixthdeadliest]

[Huh. He didn't know computers could curse. Well, assuming that was one.]

[kick_astromech]

[Oh Six, you have no idea. Artoo's certainly picked up more...colorful phrases for all his years of functioning.]

[[Not good. Needed elsewhere. Masters = In danger._]]

[sixthdeadliest]

Wish I could help you out there, but I'm just as stuck as you. Had a lot of important things to do back home before I got dragged here, too.

[kick_astromech]

[The droid tweedles worriedly at that.]

[sixthdeadliest]

If you want my advice, find someplace you can stay and someone who can do repairs if you get damaged. Along with whatever you use for a power source. There's not a lot here, so most of your time's gonna be about surviving.

Not much either of us can do about where we came from until someone locates a way to send everyone home.

[kick_astromech]

[Most practical advice there. Artoo whistles thoughtfully as he takes note. Oh, that's a good point. Be pretty useless if he ran low around here.]

[[Good idea; will look into it.

...what should I call you?_]]

[sixthdeadliest]

[Just call him Mr. Practical. Because that's how he thinks: get the basics out of the way and then focus on more complicated stuff.]

I'm Six.