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

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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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I was told it might be some time.

[He's frowning, finding it to be equally frustrating.]

I do want to thank you for talking with me earlier, though.

Hopefully, not too long. Even if it might be... interesting to help here too. But we can't just leave things at home.

[No one had mentioned anything about time stopping, after all, and while this fascinated her, she didn't want to leave the Graviton crew without her support.]

Thank you as well. It was helpful. It'd probably have been harder to believe had the idea of multiple realities been brought up there, first, and not while we were talking.

[Despite the frustration - both with the situation and the fact that she has to walk - she flashes a smile at the screen.]

I agree.

If circumstances were other than they are...

[If he didn't have a team to return to, or if he didn't have a planet to protect, or if he didn't have someone who....was....Seia. If he didn't have all that, he might have appreciated the chance to build a world, here. It was almost ideal, for a crane.]

But they are not. I will do what I can until we return home, however.

And I...

Yes.

[He owed her, too.]

I might be thinking Earth was only a long spaceflight home, if we had not met.

[Not that its particularly comforting to know it isn't. In fact, its the opposite.]

... That's not much better, is it, to know it isn't.

[It's not a question, because she can't imagine it would be better to know that it sin't a short spaceflight away. She isn't even sure what to think of the fact that she's on... a Cybertron... where, apparently, Primus isn't even present yet.]

Since we're stuck here either way until we can return, that, yes. Since we are being given places to stay and... ah, do you have the fuel you need?

[Tilting her helm, Elita frowns. What would a robot from Earth even need as fuel? The same as their other vehicles?]

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.]

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.

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.]

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?

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.]

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.

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.

[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.

That would be preferred, yes. However, in the interests of survival...I believe any of us would take what we could get.

[He glances around the junk pile at her words, having difficulty imagining.]

What was your world like?

Before the war? And... I suppose, now after it.

[The junk makes everything a lot harder to imagine anything else, yes, but...]

Bright. Not just because it was closer to the suns, but there simply was a lot of lights. The planet was almost covered in buildings, so... [she looks away, towards the distant outline of a temple] this looks very bare to me.

... I'm not doing a good job of describing it, I think. [Elita laughs, quietly, shaking her helm. How do you describe a whole planet? Earth couldn't be summed up in a few short words either.]

[He tries to imagine, and can't, and ends up simply smiling.] It sounds like a city. Even at night, there were lights, everywhere?

That's pretty accurate. Not that there weren't what you might term natural areas, but they were mostly confined to the edges of the Rust Sea, or the Manganese Mountains.

[She nods, slowly, thoughtfully.]

There had to be, especially after Cybertron went rogue when it was knocked out of its orbit. There could be quite a lot of interesting light reflections, like that.

I would have liked to have seen it, Elita. I can't even imagine an entire city of robots.

[He wants to, though.]

Do you think they will be able to build that here, in time?

A whole planet, even, before... and now after the war.

[Her smile is easy, the brief melancholy washed away. Her planet was healing, and here..? Well, it hadn't even begun yet.]

If I understand it right, that's what's supposed to happen. The Firstforged would be... well, the first. After them comes the rest of us.

But like you say, that'll be in time, when everything is more settled.

[She looks up, frowning at the Lambda's tear in the sky.]

And, I suppose, after that has somehow been dealt with.

I'd really rather not be here that long.

[Even as much as he did want to see what Elita meant.]

It will be easier to begin dealing with that when we're more established, though.

I think few of us want to do that. I know I certainly want to return home, even if this is... really an interesting chance.

[But she has obligations, friends and a Cybertron of her own to help protect.]

I suppose so, yes. Hopefully any scientists will be able to do something so we can go home and shut down that thing as well, so no one has to come after us.

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