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re_alignment2013-01-07 12:39 pm
angleofscience) wrote in re_alignment2013-01-07 12:39 pm
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[Video] - the garden in Alpha Trion's quadrant
[locked to Starscream (audio)]
[This part of the message comes a fair bit earlier than the rest, given that it's made the moment Jetfire's actually back on Cybertron and in the Haven, and thus... well, capable of even sending it out.]
Starscream... I'm sorry.
[He has to start somewhere, even if this will, obviously, not be enough.][/locked]
[While it's mostly a view of Jetfire, it's obvious he's standing near the garden in Alpha Trion's quadrant, looking slightly... pinched.]
While intending to perform a scan of the Lambda which would've hopefully given us more information to work with potentially getting back where we belong, the modifications I'd been fitted with had a bit of a... er, conflict, with some of my own systems.
I ended up elsewhere in the galaxy, and given the planet I landed on, I took some time to perform a few basic inquiries.
[The view tilts, sweeps down and shows an eclectic bunch of containers (made of one empty cube and two boxes made of rock obviously carved with lasers), one of which contained... well, nothing more exciting than dirt. The other two, however, were filled to the brim with nearly violently pink, oblong fruits - those of you from Earth and familiar with American football might recognise the shape. Scale was of course hard to tell, but they were probably the size of an adult human's head.]
With the limited knowledge I have of what's necessary nutrients for at least humans, and what's poisonous, as far as I can determine, they're edible. [He can't guarantee taste, though, not that Jetfire thought of that at all.] Someone with more knowledge than I may want to investigate further to make absolutely sure, however.
[The view shifts back to Jetfire as he moves his arm with the sceen away from the ground and the containers.]
I need to stress that you need to be very careful when handling the fruit; breaking the skin in any way will cause the up to four seeds within to start to germinate very quickly, so we need to figure out how to keep the seeds inert until they're needed, because the fruits will produce more seed than necessary to feed our current organic population...
The plant created by the seed will grow to bearing fruit and die within four days, so as you can understand, a steady, quick supply of fruit will not be an issue and does require some care in how many seeds are planted.
[He glances down at the ground, then back up, a frown growing from his flat, pinched expression.]
I'll answer questions as you might have them, but I would prefer to not have to be involved further with this.
[No, he's not going to elaborate too deeply into why. Suffice to say he doesn't like plants now. At all.]
[This part of the message comes a fair bit earlier than the rest, given that it's made the moment Jetfire's actually back on Cybertron and in the Haven, and thus... well, capable of even sending it out.]
Starscream... I'm sorry.
[He has to start somewhere, even if this will, obviously, not be enough.][/locked]
[While it's mostly a view of Jetfire, it's obvious he's standing near the garden in Alpha Trion's quadrant, looking slightly... pinched.]
While intending to perform a scan of the Lambda which would've hopefully given us more information to work with potentially getting back where we belong, the modifications I'd been fitted with had a bit of a... er, conflict, with some of my own systems.
I ended up elsewhere in the galaxy, and given the planet I landed on, I took some time to perform a few basic inquiries.
[The view tilts, sweeps down and shows an eclectic bunch of containers (made of one empty cube and two boxes made of rock obviously carved with lasers), one of which contained... well, nothing more exciting than dirt. The other two, however, were filled to the brim with nearly violently pink, oblong fruits - those of you from Earth and familiar with American football might recognise the shape. Scale was of course hard to tell, but they were probably the size of an adult human's head.]
With the limited knowledge I have of what's necessary nutrients for at least humans, and what's poisonous, as far as I can determine, they're edible. [He can't guarantee taste, though, not that Jetfire thought of that at all.] Someone with more knowledge than I may want to investigate further to make absolutely sure, however.
[The view shifts back to Jetfire as he moves his arm with the sceen away from the ground and the containers.]
I need to stress that you need to be very careful when handling the fruit; breaking the skin in any way will cause the up to four seeds within to start to germinate very quickly, so we need to figure out how to keep the seeds inert until they're needed, because the fruits will produce more seed than necessary to feed our current organic population...
The plant created by the seed will grow to bearing fruit and die within four days, so as you can understand, a steady, quick supply of fruit will not be an issue and does require some care in how many seeds are planted.
[He glances down at the ground, then back up, a frown growing from his flat, pinched expression.]
I'll answer questions as you might have them, but I would prefer to not have to be involved further with this.
[No, he's not going to elaborate too deeply into why. Suffice to say he doesn't like plants now. At all.]
no subject
[Then he just shakes his helm, a frown growing outwards from those dimmed optics.]
Usually not. But Omega was a passionate, vibrant mech early on. A bit reckless, perhaps, but true. Intense. By the time we hit the late stages of our mission, Omega had turned... into something like the bare struts of his former personality.
Simple, precise, hardly any emotion. It was very hard to recognise him at the end... sometimes... [Jetfire shakes his helm, looking at the ground, out of view of Blurr.] I think he didn't even recognise himself.
He sounded very similar at times to his non-sparked brethren.
[In comparison, the Starscream from Jetfire's reality changed less than what Omega Supreme did.]
no subject
But I'm sorry to hear that your friend changed that much.
no subject
Interesting. I doubt I'll get used to the change, compared to the ones Starscream... has gone through. Either way. [A helmshake.] War changes many things.
no subject
Its understandable. [Blurr sighs and then checks gives Jetfire a soft smile.] it really does. I should go back to my paperwork but do you WANT to go to the bar later? I think we both could use a drink.
no subject
[Not that he'd have to drink himself into overcharge or anything.
So, yes. I'll meet you there.
no subject
See you, Jetfire.
[/end of transmission.]