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[Have a new face, Haven – or most of one. Engineer hasn't bothered to take any of his gear off, so there's only so much to see: his eyes are covered by his goggles and a yellow construction helmet sits on his head. He clears his throat before addressing his potential audience, clearly a little uncertain about the Link device he's been given, but definitely intrigued by it. They don't have video communication quite this fancy back where (and when) he's from.]

I suppose the polite thing to do would be to introduce myself before I start asking questions. Name's Dell Conagher, though people tend to call me Engineer these days. I'll answer to either.

Now then, if it ain't too much trouble, I could use a little assistance and some information. I'm a reasonable man, but I'm also a rational one. I got the introductory speech from these here – uh, Acolytes, I think it was – and while it isn't the craziest thing I've ever heard, it's in the running. If I'm expected to believe I'm on another planet, I need a bit more of an explanation than these walking answering machines can provide. Heck, if I had to make a guess based on the level of technology I'm seeing here, I'd guess I'm in Australia. [Australia, of course, being a technological powerhouse in his reality. He pauses, turning to one of the Acolytes that's still hovering nearby in case the new arrival would like to hear its pre-programmed spiel again, and raps his knuckles against its ankle. Its only reaction is to cock its head to one side.] I know we ain't got anything quite this fancy back home, at any rate.

I'd be mighty thankful if someone could point me in the direction of the nearest cafeteria, while I'm making requests. I get the feeling I might be here a while and that half a sandwich I had for lunch won't keep me going forever.

Oh, and I believe I owe some fella by the name of Solus Prime a thank you for this here device? [A finger reaches out and taps the edge of the screen to indicate the Link device in his hand.] Sure is a neat little welcome package.

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Poisonous- sounds disgusting.

[Sentinel barely knows what anything relating to Earth is - mostly because he doesn't care enough to do more research. He thought the city hall was a hall the size of a city! Nothing gets past this bot.]

I was told it was made by Unicron. [Oh right, Engie probably won't know who that is.] Who's an... evil god, or whatever. I'm not really into the whole religion thing.

[He finds Dell slightly less gross with his helmet and goggles on. Probably because if he squints enough, it looks like he's talking to a robot.]

[Engineer gives a slight shrug. There were plenty of rattlesnakes where he grew up, so he's no stranger to poisonous critters.]

More so dangerous than disgusting, as I understand it - unless you've got a snake phobia. Or a spider phobia.

[He hears Australia has plenty of both. It's your dream vacation spot, Sentinel.]

Truth be told, neither am I. Religion always seemed too much of a convenient excuse for not knowing the real, underlying reason for something. I suppose it wouldn't do to run afoul of the locals though - is this 'Unicron' important to the popular religion?

[Dell only wishes he were a robot! Until he figures out a way to make that a reality - possibly by gradually lopping off his extremities and replacing them with mechanical equivalents - he'll settle for playing twenty questions with the Cybertronians.]

S-spiders? [He realises his voice has become a high pitched squeak and drags a servo over it to try and calm down a bit. Goddamn Archa Seven!!]

Mm. Gets in the way of our court proceedings. A lot of the time Alpha Trion had to call meetings because of religious types calling foul about Primus or whatever.

Yes, he is. They believe he's the end-all to things. Like his appearance will cause the apocalypse. [He's pulling all this out his aft, truly he has no idea what Unicron's role in religion is.]

[Dell suppresses a grin. Big robot like him, scared of some creepy crawlies? He supposes everyone is allowed a quirk or two.]

I wouldn't worry about 'em. They're over in Australia, which ain't where we are. We've established that much.

Don't that just figure. Same thing happens back home from time to time. Sometimes justice ain't best served through official channels, if you catch my meaning.

[He means he has a vast and well-maintained collection of shotguns back home and no qualms about putting them to use, for the record.]

Unicron's the evil one, then. I'll try not to mention him overly much. What about Primus - based on the name, I'm guessing he's supposedly the first of your race?

[His antennae flick slightly at the mention of, ah, unofficial channels and he frowns. No good memories with that course of action.]

Mm. I prefer sticking to the rules, no matter how dull they are. They're there for a reason, right? Plus last time I tried to do that... didn't work so well. Only works if you don't get caught.

[Frown.] I'm pretty sure the bots here aren't so sensitive that you can't say his name. What, you think we're programmed to react negatively with a verbal cue, or something? [He snorts.]

[Shrug.]

It's compliated. Probably too complicated for an organic.

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Oh, I ain't got a problem with rules: I got a problem with sneaky scoundrels finding ways to skirt past the rules. Best to get them before they get you.

[Of course, this is coming from someone who's paid to kill people. His moral outlook is probably a little skewed.]

Never having met the likes of your species before, I'm sure I wouldn't know the extent of your programming, unless one of y'all sees fit to let me take a peek some day. But I do find, in general, that religious types don't take well to discussion of the darker aspects of their lore. Makes 'em jumpy.

[Was that a challenge to his intellect, Sentinel? Engineer flashes him a grin and straightens out of his casual slouch. He still looks like he's on the short side of the height spectrum, even by human standards.]

Too complicated, huh? Eleven PhDs and counting over here. Try me.

Agreed. Never trusted those who try to cut corners.

[Oh, for an organic you're not too bad! Wait. Take a peek?]

Don't. Don't... even try that!

As for explaining the meaning of life to you? No. I'm sure there's books around here somewhere, try using your eleven PhDs to figure it out from those.

[Sorry bro, taking about digging around inside a Cybertronian wasn't the best idea. At least, to this one.]

[He holds up a hand; calm thyself, massive, finicky robot man.]

Relax, big fella, I wasn't talking about doing anything to anyone without asking first. I wouldn't appreciate someone taking a look inside me without getting my permission; it'd be a little rude of me to do the same to someone else, don't you think? I'd ask for volunteers.

[For the most part, anyway. He can't promise the same level of courtesy to any of the Cybertronians who try to step on him.]

Books, huh? There's a library around here?

[You are talking to a child, Engie. Don't forget that.]

Tss. Fine. Whatever, do what you want to anyone stupid enough to volunteer for that.

[He taps his chin thoughtfully. Maybe Elita mentioned one? Who knows, he wasn't paying attention. Too busy being a broody baby.]

A small one, I believe. This planet is new, and refugees haven't had much chance to record stuff. Dunno about the First Forged's involvement in it. Probably not; they're very secretive for some annoying and probably extraneous reason.

Those drones probably know.

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[With a chin like that? Heck no. Sentinel is a Man all right. Maybe not a very mature one, but very clearly a Man.

Engineer peers behind himself, making sure none of said drones are nearby now.]

The Acolytes, you mean? I suppose I will, if it comes to that, but they're a bit... [He waves his hand in a vague, twisty motion that suggests something creepy. He'd rather not make too much conversation with them unless he has to.] Well, they're a bit odd, let's leave it at that.

Never did catch your name. Who should I be thanking for the help?

((haha fuck 'extraneous' didn't mean what i thought it meant and now i can't edit it |D;;))

Drones tend to be fairly... out of it. Probably something to do with their inferior programming.

[Help? Oh Engie, you're so polite.]

Sentinel Prime. Second in command of the Elite Guard of Cybertron.

[Who cares if that second part is irrelevant. It still sounds impressive!]

((NO WORRIES I can roll with it.))

'Out of it' is one way of putting it. I think 'simple' would have been my term of choice.

[Sentinel hasn't run screaming in the other direction and he hasn't made it his job to hunt him down and kill him. In Dell's world, those things are often as close as he can get to someone helping him out.]

Pleasure to make your acquaintance, then, Sentinel.

Elite Guard? Is that a military operation, or law enforcement?

Simple, stupid, inferior. Pretty much synonymous for 'drone.' [He grins slightly. Man, does Sentinel hate drones!!]

[That 'run screaming in the other direction' may have been a different story had they met in person; even talking to organics on a video makes him uneasy. Not that that stops him from being incredibly arrogant! His ego is more important than his phobias, ok.]

[He straightens up slightly and does the robot equivalent of puffing out his chest.]

My position is second in command of the entire Autobot army. Heir apparent to the Magnus position as well. Which, [Ahem] is the equivalent to your stupid human... King, or whatever, only better.

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