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–dear. This doesn't look right at all.

[The perspective shifts from the skewed angle of the temple to a shiny, gold-plated head. The pair of eyes shine brightly as they look at nothing in particular, the politeness in C-3PO's voice coming in clearer now. It barely wavers as he continues prattling on.]

Oh no. I'm certain I was never deactivated within the past few minutes! This hallway seems to have changed. [He sighs, shaking his head.] And everything was going so well– wait a minute. [He looks up.] Artoo? Artoo, where did you go?

[Taking a look around, he has failed to notice the Acolyte that approaches him.]

You can't have disappeared on me. You don't even move that fast. I knew I couldn't count on you for anything.

[In the middle of this, he realizes he still has the comlink in his other hand. Again the angle shifts, now giving a perspective of the droid's upper body.]

Master Luke? Oh! I forgot I turned it off. [Click.] Master Luke? Are you there, sir? Sir?

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[There really wasn't much to learn, unless he wished to knew the names of the people who'd appeared without glyphs, and how and when they'd gone insane, starting attacking people, and the fact that there'd been nothing to do about it.

Grim, boring information.]

More or less, yes. They're, as I understand it, helping along Cybertron's processes, as well as shaping things on their own. The planet is, or should be, completely mechanical. There's a spot in Alpha Trion's quadrant that has organic soil, a garden, and a lake with water, but there's not much else organic besides that.

[She drums the fingers on one hand against her arm as she thinks.]

There's thirteen, but only seven are involved with taking Refugees under their protection. They're Primus' first children in this reality, and while I can't precisely remember how many were among the first in my own reality, I know there was at least one.

So they are like minor deities. Beings with rank – the ones specially chosen for their purpose.

[Thirteen Fistforged? He straightens up.]

My word. I suppose seven is considered a 'luckier' number than thirteen to certain species, superstitions and all. And we're lucky enough to have them reach out to us.

However, I may be too use to the idea that everything on a planet is mostly organic material. The mechanical aspect sounds more like a space station than a planet.

Yes, pretty much.

[She tilts her helm at that information, and shrugs.]

I don't know about lucky or unlucky, though it's interesting nonetheless, but yes. Since without the glyphs we'd be out of luck.

[She grins briefly at that and then sobers up, though still somewhat amused.]

Well, Cybertron can either be stationary around a sun or move in space, I'm rather sure. Mine was knocked out of orbit due to the war that was going on.

[Yes, that's exactly as strange as it sounds.]

And while I've gotten used to organic planets, they still seem odd to me. I assume your creator's an organic species, then?

Yes, indeed. Keeping that in mind, I can understand why it's so important.

Knocked out of orbit? Oh my! I do hope we don't go through the same thing here.

[Still very concerning, either way. Now he has that stored in his memory forever.]

I believe so. It was a very long time ago, you see, and I can only assume it was. I mean, as possible as it is for machines to work on other machines, I highly doubt that is how I came to be.

[...And other things, like this, he has completely forgotten.]

Unless the Firstforged get upset [Yes, she's joking] or someone finds a weapon ot device powerful enough, I'm pretty sure this Cybertron's going to remain in this system.

[But yes, having that happen had been... strange and unsettling. No sun where there before had been two.]

And organics are the majority or dominant species where you come from, aren't they?

[Because indeed it's very easy for machines to build machines, but you'd need a mechanoid species around first to do that.]

Oh, good. [He still fidgets, though.]

But yes, they are. Various groups of them, even. Of course it means there are more culture and language barriers abound, but that is nothing too difficult to handle.

[His eyes then brighten.]

–My goodness, I had almost forgotten. Pardon my lateness, but I am C-3PO, human-cyborg relations.

[It is a somewhat unsettling thought, yes.]

You have knowledge of that, then? [She could say programmed, she can guess he might be more of an A.I than anything else, but no need to be rude if he's not, even if 'programming' doesn't necessarily have to be something prescriptive for them.]

It's nice to meet you. I'm Elita One... though. [She tilts her helm.] Didn't you say there were no known mechanical species where you come from, so why "human-cyborg" relations?

Why, yes. If not, then I would be completely useless.

[He wouldn't have been terribly offended. Well, maybe just a little, since it's C-3PO, but he is fine with such terms.]

Well, Lady Elita – while there are none I can think of, there are plenty of droids and computers to help run things. I act as a go-between and translator for machine, human, and alien alike.

[She nods and briefly wonders who (or even several "whos" collected the information in the first place. That must have been some impressive work.]

Ah, well, that does make sense. [She can't quite help the quirk of the upper edge of an optic; she's been called various things since she came here, but that's a new one. Not worth commenting on, further, however.]

Something like a diplomat between very disparate sides. [And, really, she could see the logic and practicality in using an A.I for such a task, even if it might lack some flexibility.]

Yes. Very much so.

[Despite being proud of this, he's pretty oblivious to the thoughts placed behind every part.]

[She smiles and then frowns slightly, sobering up.]

You should be aware that we sometimes get attacked... sometimes literally by creatures or individuals who appear here without a glyph, and sometimes by events that simply cause chaos.

We had people changing species recently, for example.

[Yes, no matter how impossible that sounds, Elita is perfectly serious.]

[Fidgeting, Threepio nods.]

I'll certainly try to be aware of the situation when it arises, then. It wouldn't do to get caught in something as terrible as that.

[He then pauses.]

Did you say – changing species?

Unfortunately, yes. [A static sigh escapes her.] No matter how impossible it sounds, we had all sorts of people of varying species change. Even crossing the divide and having a lot of cybertronians becoming human, and a few humans becoming cybertronians for around two weeks.

That must have been a rather confusing time for the parties involved!

Indeed. I wasn't a victim, which I am relieved for, but most were upset and confused, and usually had troubles functioning... as to be expected, really.

[She glances, nearly relfexively, upwards.]

Perhaps we'll have a calmer period, however, giving us a chance to relax and you new arrivals to settle in,

I do have to be thankful for appearing now rather than during such chaos. However, I suppose living through events like that can prove useful.

[Even if he does tend to panic. She doesn't need to know that, though.]

Perhaps. Despite the more obvious and direct danger, I prefer the ones where we are being attacked, and not the more subtle ones.

[She shrugs.]

And perhaps at least one of your friends will appear here as well, even if it might be better to hope they aren't pulled out of the proper reality.

Oh. [He can't say the same, sadly.] Well. To each their own?

It would be selfish to wish they were here. I am prepared to accept being the only one present from my known galaxy, destined to wander the planet alone.

Definitely. One or the other, they're both at the least inconveniences, and at the most more or less lethal dangers.

[A shrug, and then she has to briefly turn off her vocaliser not to laugh because oh, the drama.]

Some may appear later, or not, but even if you're alone from your reality, there are others here in the same situation, I'm sure you could make... connections.

[At least she managed to keep her voice and expression straight, despite the tiny glittering flare of her optics.]

If they do, then I only hope they arrive in one piece. But only time will tell.

[Should he be concerned about that? Does he even notice the gleam? It's curious to him, but he nods.]

Despite these setbacks, I do believe I have made some progress today in making new connections. Some less than helpful than this one, but they still count.

I believe that no one has arrived with injuries, unless they sustained them prior to appearing here, so there is that.

[No, she's just amused at his overdramatic reaction. Nothing to worry about at all.]

I try, but yes. I hope it'll work out for you.

Minor inconveniences, but better than total dismemberment.

[Funny. He doesn't think he's being overdramatic. Then again, it's C-3PO.]

Oh, yes, indeed. Thank you again, Lady Elita.

... Yes. Definitely.

[And there it was again and she's not sure whether to be amused or incredulous and instead supresses both for a nod.]

No problem at all, and if you'd prefer a room made more to your size than the ones available in the temple you woke up in, there's human-sized rooms in this building. [Have the coordinates to Haven's Hub sent through the Link for you.]

[He sees the coordinates appear, taking note of the location.]

Oh! That would definitely be something to look into.

I thought it'd be helpful, since while a room at the temple is completely free and easily available, for anyone not cybertronian they tend to be slightly... large.

[A lopsided smile twitched over her lips and she shrugged.]

If you need anything later, you're welcome to give me a ping and I'll see if there's anything I can do.

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