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[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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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.

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.]

A caste system?

[She shook her helm, and while she didn't quite sound as incredulous as Blurr, she was still rather... stunned.]

That seems hard to believe... and yet not. Class can easily become caste, depending on the circumstances, I think. Not that mine ever went there.

[And, from Blurr's reaction, neither had his.]

Acastesystemyes. It sounds so wrong.

[The idea just goes against all the things he believes in, like equality and justice. Is like the idea of slavery, it drives him mad, specially because he was controlled against his will by a human when he was in Earth.]

Then it shouldn't [He's very firm about that belief.] Are we all not Cybertronians? Weren't we all born from the same creator?

[She grimaces and then shrugs.]

Of course. But considering that the Decepticons aim to subjugate and conquer, sharing the same creator or not, we can still hold those sentiments.

[She shrugged, her faceplates hard. Liking it or not, lingering over feeling aghast would do nothing.]

It's up to us, ourselves, to not embrace such attitudes.

That's true...it doesn't make it any better thought.

[He nods again, agreeing, his face just as serious.]

No, but there's not much to do about it, at least not from our end... And I'm uncertain we could affect the civilization of the future cybertronians that will call this Cybertron their home...

[She trails off, frowning, before she continues.]

And even so, that wouldn't be right.

[A shake of her helm.]

All right, I'm glad you're fine. I should concentrate on moving on, this area seems to have some fluctuations in terms of heat.

[She's hit the edge of Solus' Quadrant, you see.]

There are Decepticons here that aren't exactly what I would call perfect role modes. [Blurr is not sure if he really wants to be able to affect the civilization of the future Cybertronians at all.]

I am I am ..[He smiles softly. No one cared about him like this before, it's new.] Sorry if I worried you not contacting you before and IT would be a good idea to move to a different quadrant.

I'd wonder what Decepticon would be. [Elita can't help her dry smile, because really... she can't think of a single one. Not that all Autobots make good rolemodels either (she may be close to Grimlock, but he's not... role model material, for example).]

I'm taking the surface to her temple. There's tunnels too, but I need to see both. [She shrugged.] As long as I keep moving, it'll be fine.

[Not that the heat would become strong enough to affect her adversely, but currently Elita doesn't know that.]

Heh. [Neither can thing. So far Starscream is in the top ten of the list. Blurr is with you on the fact that not all autobots are exactly good role modes, nope.]

...tunnels...[Blurr winces. He's not going in there for sure.] Be careful one never knows what could happen inside one of those.

[She notices the wince, and if she was the type to pry into personal business or just reactions more, she might have asked what caused that reaction. As it was, she merely tilted her helm.]

If I'm reading the heat-fluctuations in the area right, those tunnels are probably for those incapable of traversing over-ground when the heat-wave hits its peak... Because it's still rising, and if it continues, a human, say, wouldn't be able to handle it.

So it's probably as safe as it can be, to provide an alternate route.

[He couldn't stop himself in time, he needs to learn how to control those.]

There's so many sectors in this planet not suitable for organic creatures perhaps the lambda has a strange sense of humor.

If only we could fly like jetfire and Jetstorm.

[She chuckles, even if it's dry.]

Technically, even if they can breathe the atmosphere and the gravity is similar enough to Earth, Cybertron isn't suitable for them at all.

[Elita frowns and crosses her arms, not particularly amused by this, truly. It didn't feel right, that those who would have such trouble existing here easily would be pulled in.]

I learned that they need more than that to live properly, they need a sun and certain food to live rather than just survive. I hope Korra is doing well.

[Blurr would agree with her if she expressed that thought.]

Indeed. I wonder if the light from that one quadrant to the south will be enough, since the sun here is too far away to give any appreciable light...

[Food would be an issue as well, but how to rectify that Elita has no idea.]

One of the things we need to build here is a better Lighting System perhaps we could use some of the fractals from Liege's temple....

[Blurr only knows that they need sum sort of special soil.]

[Elita frowns, slightly confused over what fractals of any sort would have to do with more light.]

To spread the light that's available? Though if they're inside, that wouldn't be very useful either way, I think.

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