[Video with a voiceover]

[notyourblueangel]

((ooc: Posted with Garrus-mun's permission))




[A video shows the Junkpile from a high, moving vantage point.  A fighter jet's view, if the whine of turbines in the background means anything.]

This is Thundercracker reporting in.  I'm flying one of my usual scouting runs, and I've spotted something of interest.

[Even as he says it, a derelict spaceship comes into view - one might guess that he's swung back around to get a proper view for people.]

I'm reading faint life signs from somewhere in the aft portion, either dying or just in stasis for all I can tell.  I can't determine if they're mechanoid or organic or something else entirely.  Proportions of the ship and its interior say it's build for humans or other similarly-sized lifeforms.

Anyone recognize it?

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[raceme]

I'm not familiar with that sort of spaceship. It doesn't look like a Cybertronian one. You shouldn't go there alone.

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[notyourblueangel]

Not Cybertronian, no. Not unless it was built for Cassettes. Frenzy would fit in there, and Ravage, but no one else I know of.

Everything seems to be offline but . . . no, I wasn't planning on it. That's part of why I broadcast to everyone.

How are *you* doing, by the way? Have the medics released you yet?

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[raceme]

That small? Then it's most likely organic.

Better not to take risk until we know more about it.

I'm not in the medbay anymore but they still insist that I should rest. I'm doing well, thanks for asking Thundercracker.

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[notyourblueangel]

Yes, you should.

Rest, that is.

Good to hear you've been released, though.

And agreed, though I do think it needs to be checked out in case it proves to be a threat of some kind.

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[raceme]

I'm fine, trust me. Resting that much is stressing, I keep thinking about all the work it's not being done.

It does but how many of us fits inside it?

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[notyourblueangel]

If by "us" you mean Cybertronians, I'd guess two. Only Frenzy and Ravage are small enough to fit unless I'm mistaken. Organics, on the other hand . . . the humans should fit just fine. And . . . [He has to check the ID information on the other transmission to try to determine that organic's name.] Garrus? He seemed to recognize it.

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[raceme]

Yes, Cybertronians. Now that is a problem. [He don't trust Frenzy enough to ask him to do anything.]

I will talk to him and see what he can tell me about the ship. You did a great job finding the ship, Thundercracker. [He's not sure if anyone have ever told you that often enough int eh past.]

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[notyourblueangel]

[From the astroseconds that pass before the answering text comes in, Blurr might guess that he surprised the Seeker a little. Because . . . he's right – it's rare at best.]

I'm just doing my job . . . but . . . thank you.

[raceme]

[He waits, smiling sheepishly.]

I know but..yeah. You know. Welcome.

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[heatsink]

[Here's a rather concerned looking alien. Brows furrowed, mandibles shut, eyes narrowed and all. He wasn't sure he believed what he was looking at. Of all things that could have been pulled through...]

That's a frigate. A turian frigate.

[He didn't want to think about Thundercracker's mentioning of the life signals. If it was from his universe, there's only one thing that could be.]

[Video with audio overlay] OH GODS seriously thought I'd replied to this by now...Sorry!

[notyourblueangel]

I'd have guessed it for a frigate class or something similar, yes. Turian? [Because...yeah, he doesn't know what you are to make the connection.] From your world, then, I take it?

[Video] S'ALLL GOOD I can backtag forever

[heatsink]

[He nods]

Yeah. That ship was built by my people. Or at least some variation of them.

[They are dealing with alternate dimensions here.]

Are you sure your scans are accurate?

[Video] 8D

[notyourblueangel]

Ah, I see.

['Of course, they are!' - that's his first reaction . . . but he has to remember that the ship is alien, he doesn't know its make-up or what shielding it has.]

I feel they are . . . but I can't be certain, no.