[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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[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.