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[Video/Action] [Transmission source: Edge of the junk pile to the southwest]

[Elita's clearly standing at the absolute edge of the junk pile, trailing bits of otherwordly gargage, knick-knacks and various sundry items slowly building up to the larger montaneous piles they'd woken up among.]

I notice I'm not the only one to ask if anyone's seen certain people, and considering we've all been given access to this network, the chance is probably low at this point. Especially since we're all apparently... from different realities.

[She's frowning, drumming the fingers of the hand her comm. comupter isn't on against that arm, not actually looking into the screen for the moment.]

However, I'm still going ask; I'm looking for Grimlock, Ultra Magnus, Springer... Snarl or Huffer as well. If you've met anyone with those designations, can you tell them Elita One is looking for them?

[That, after all, ought to take care of the "other realities" problem; they'd either be confused over why she was asking for them or know her. Shrugging, Elita starts walking again, turning around to walk along the edge of the scattered junk, a distant view of Prima's temple and the light emanating from there getting moreso as she walks west-wards.]

... Blurr, I hope you're still all right. [She looks back to the screen right before she had been about to terminate the feed.] McCrane, seems you were right about multiple realities.

[With a lop-sided grin, Elita turns the feed off.]

((ooc: If you're closeby/around the south-western end of the Junk Pile towards Prima's Quadrant, welcome to bump into her.))

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[She stares, confused, at the reaction, nearly going up to steady him, but he corrects himself on his own and she's left wondering at his reaction.]

... Yes? That's my designation.

[Pause. Reset optics, because suddenly she feels strangely like she's borrowing someone else's history. She has enough of her own, even if she's not very open with it, but, Blurr had thought she was another Elita One was well.]

I don't think... ah, you don't precisely look like the Optimus Prime I'm used to, however.

[Back-mounted panels shift as she spreads her hads, palms up, to indicate herself, but she's not sure how to express that she's probably not... The right one. It's obvious the Elita he knows is someone he knows (knew?) well, and would want to meet.]

No.

[He agrees, with a sigh.]

It is actually worse. I don't like feeling like I am letting my team down, and I can't enjoy anything here while I have that feeling.

[It was a catch he couldn't find a way around.]

I am still looking for gasoline, actually. Diesel would be acceptable, as well. [He had been formatted for both, depending on the situation and the need.]

[He's still staring even after she answers, spark breaking. Elita - his Elita - has been gone, MIA for so long... He'd grieved. Time had past. The war went on.

The differences were easy to see, even if the basic design was the same. Different alt, slightly varied helm...]

No, I...probably wouldn't, would I?

[Of course not. Never from the same universe.

...The voice was hers, though. The face.

It is so hard not to stare, but he finally manages to look away, optics on the ground.]

...Forgive me. You...resemble someone I knew.

[Obviously.]

[She'd had a brief moment of "how do you even know my name", but logic had caught up since she now knew any individual here could be from another universe. Which means...]

You don't have to apologise.

[She shakes her helm, realising that it could be her in his position. Can still be, if someone from the Graviton's crew, but from another reality, appears on this Cybertron.]

It's... Ah, maybe I should apologise for getting your hopes up?

[The smile is small and dry, the joke an attempt at lightening the situation; it's obvious he'd been hoping so very deeply for a brief moment there. Which... is kind of awkward, really.

Elita shifts on her feet, but doens't draw away... but neither does she walk closer. Both because the tension, and his reaction... as well as the awkwardness of the same. She has no idea how to handle this. She has nothing and yet everything to do with this Prime's reaction.]

You're alone still, or did you find some others you know? I did see something on the network from some individuals that were strikingly close in design and look to you.

[She hoped that one of them had been someone he'd been looking for. Elita shrugs and looks off briefly, then back.]

I feel similarly as well, however... Every second here, time lost. We have missions, which I'm missing out on, not doing my part. On the other hand, since there is no known way home yet, there's not much use to hold onto those feelings.

[She shrugs again and then narrows her optics thoughtfully at the mention of gasoline and diesel, knowing they're (obviously) Earth-derived fuels.]

Those are derived from fossils, aren't they? Which means that unless it can be found among all that junk [she gestures behind her and to the side, towards the junk pile barely visible] you'd need a new source of fuel.

Yes I know it sounds weird and perhaps a bit disgusting but it wasn't so bad and there different sort of oils in Earth even some refined ones that taste quite good It was drinking that or slowly starve to death [Please don't judge Elita, he knows how it sounds >.>]

I see then it's just like we did then.

[He didn't think about that, his expression gets serious as well.] I haven't been informed about if that outcome is possible but we should be careful just in case.

More like confusing, since I didn't think it was possible to merely use oil that way.

[She shrugs; not really disgusting, just... strange. Perhaps strange in the way Blurr took her mention of synthetic energon, so she just nods at him pointing out it's similar.]

Yes. Perhaps they can't be replicated exactly, since otherwise I would think our hosts would be a lot more wary of us... So many any counterfeit could only come by similarity, but lacking the exact look of any given glyph.

[She frowns, tapping her cheek as she thought out loud. If they could be faked, it'd probably hang on the details, not a perfect replication of the real thing. That shouldn't be too hard.]

Not for long periods of time but it's possible.

[Mostly the same, even if does think that synthetic energon must be better than oil.]

I'm quite sure they would have bring that up so either the FirstForged don't know if that's possible or never happened before WHICH is relieving in a sense and worrisome in the other.

Uhm...youmentionedUltraMagnus. [Piiiiiiiiiiiinged.]

I am not alone.

[It is a fact he is grateful about, because he knows he would be suffering without Deckerd and Gunmax around.]

However, that is both a blessing and a curse. If the three of us are here, then there are three less of us on Earth. These feelings might be useless to have, but...

[His lips purse.]

...but that does not stop us from feeling them.

I offer my company, if you become lonely here. [He says it almost perfunctorily, because its the only way he really knows how. He sees the problem--this is a solution he can give. One he won't regret, in the slightest.]

...

[Wait. Other fuels?]

I imagine there aren't fossils on Cybertron, no. [He sighs.] I don't know that any other fuels would be compatible, though. [He has heard of your energon, and he suspects that a highly explosive substance won't do very well in his tanks next to gasoline.]

[He shakes his helm in turn, a little too quickly, optics a little too dim.]

Ah. No... Apologies are not necessary. It's-

[Not alright. He won't be 'alright' after such a shock for a while. This Elita doesn't even seem to know him at all.]

-it is understandable.

[She doesn't, no. But what she does most certainly do is having noticed his whole reaction to her presence; it'd be hard not to, even if she couldn't easily pick up on all his little reactions.]

Still, while this is, ah. Awkward for me, if the one you know has been gone for a while and was important this was obviously something of a shock.

[She tilts her helm downwards briefly, looking away, and then up again. It's quite fascinating and thrilling to be this close to (another) Prime, but this is neither the time nor place to feel excited over exhanging words with Optimus Prime, end if this isn't her own.]

I'm sorry. I was walking for Solus Prime's temple either way; would you like me to continue?

[She also knows she was quite blunt just earlier, but while she won't ask for personal details, missing other details are just not possible, and they're obviously quite important here.]

I'd hope that it's not possible at all; I'd rather be considering something like this that turns out to not be possible rather than that it is, but unknown.

[Thinking on it though, they're not the first here, and there's the Firstforged as well; it'd be... improbable, at least, that this question hadn't come up. So she files that away just as Blurr speeds through a comment about...]

I did, but by now it seems obvious none of the ones I asked for are around. Magnus is joint commander with Grimlock on the ship Graviton, which I've been with for over a decivorn now.

Feelings are feelings, and even if there's no way to actually rectify the situation that causes them... it's natural to be concerned, if nothing else.

[It did seem, no matter what, that these mechanoids/robots did have a similar emotional response that any of them would. And the offer, however seemingly brief, is nice to hear.]

Thank you.

And no, there isn't... and even if this one's young yet and things are a bit different what with the interdimensional tear, that doesn't seem to have changed... [She frowns, and while it might not be imminent, doesn't like the idea that he and his companions might be facing fuel-drought at some point.]

... Could your systems maybe be adjuted to be able to run off of energon?

It is good to know we're not the only robots capable of feeling it.

[Because back home? They were. It amazes him that you developed to be so familiar, in that way.]

Might there be fossils on another planet, nearby? [Because it seems possible to modify Deckerd so that he can combine with J-Loader and fly up there.]

...

[And then you floor him.]

I.

I don't know.

Is it possible?

[Blur nods in agreement.]

It's hard to imagine the Ultra Magnus I know sharing the same space as Grimlock even if it's for a short period of time considering how the dinobot seemed to be fairly incontrollable if not pretty unstable mentally wise and even Prowl and Sir Optimus had problems dealing with him.

Likewise. I didn't really expect to find any mechanoid but cybertronians capable of it...

[She won't say she's aware that on some level, it must be different, due to what makes them... well, them, what they come from. But she's got no idea what that difference is, so it really doens't matter.]

Hmm... [Elita frowns thoughtfully, optics dimming slightly as she thinks.] On the moons, no. And it was ages ago since the Cybertron I come from circled a star and was in a system, but if there's any information about where this Cybertron is orbiting, we could probably find out.

[Looking up from contemplating the ground as she's considering that simple fact; that Cybertron actually circles something here; she's seen the sun, even if it's faint. That this Cybertron has a fixed orbit and isn't a wandering rogue.]

I... would assume so? Maybe. I'm not a scientist, but if anything, if not straight energon, maybe some derivative of it?

[She has to keep in a frown at that thought; to her, such a thing sounds rather... unpleasant, but firstly, these mechs won't know what energon actually tastes like, and maybe they'd like it either way... And between that and offlining, she knew what would be preferable.]

[Helmtilt. Her optics don't so much as widen or narrow in her surprise, as brighten slightly.]

Unstable? While I can't argue uncontrollable, because Grim has always been a... strong individual, the one I know has a good grip on himself. Even if he usually speaks like something's been damaged.

[It's strange to think of Grimlock as... uncontrollable, in any other sense than a strong-minded individual who usually doesn't agree with Optimus Prime's way of doing things.]

I never interacted with him directly or any of the other dinobots but I investigated them IT WAS part of my job and all of them had the tendency to cause more trouble than anything else. They sided to no one.

I did not expect to find aliens like you. In some ways, it is comforting.

In other ways, it has been very strange.

[The information on possible fossils is only met with a nod. He trusts your opinion.]

I will talk to some of the robot doctors I have met, and see what they suggest.

Different realities or not, it's impressive that the resilience of the core of what makes us us is replicated elsewhere, cybertronian or not.

[She nodded, agreeing and, hand briefly straying up to her chestplates and the blue gem in the front center, in a way confirmed in the power of the spark, as well as what must be similar to it, elsewhere.]

They should probably be able to at least modify you... You might want to try to find someone knowledgeable in energy-conversion and use, as well, unless one of the medics are.

It's... strange to hear something like that about individuals you know... But I suppose that's what happens when you're talking about different realities.

[She shakes her helm, trying to see it. Well, technically, she could see the Dinobots answering to no one, though Grim had enough pride he'd stay with the Autobots just to prove to Optimus Prime that he was just as, or more, than capable as a leader than the Prime, no matter what might have happened in the past.]

I had the strangest conversation with Wheeljack before we realized that we belonged to different universes CAN you believe that in his world the war started because they had a cast system in Cybertron? A cast system!

[Ah, if only the dinobots in his universe were like that.]

I feel similarly. [Humans had often wondered about intelligent life out in the cosmos. Imagine their surprise if they found it, and it looked like the Brave Police!]

The suggestion is a good one. Hopefully someone will have a solution that I can try.

[He actually winces faintly. Yes, his own Elita has been... 'gone' for some time.]

...It is.

[But he shakes his helm slowly, vents huffing before...squaring his shoulders, visibly hiding it all away once more, as much as he could manage while staring at his likely-dead lover's doppelganger.]

...You are free to do as you will, of course. Don't let me stop you.

[Had Elita been someone else, she might have urged caution, but she assumed he'd think on that himself, firstly. Secondly... sometimes caution had to be put aside.]

And one that you'll all feel comfortable about adapting. [Because she had a feeling that one would be the harder of the two, truly.] It's a pity you had to see a variation of Cybertron under these circumstances...

[She smiled, looking around.]

While my own has just recently been restored, and I'm sure you're more used to Earth's looks, I think you would have liked to see a finished Cybertron.

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