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[VIDEO | Solus Prime's temple]

I wish I could say being transported to another universe was the strangest thing that's happened to me.

[Despite his initial comment being fairly light hearted, Isaac is frowning.]

Assuming these robots haven't been loaded with the wrong data, I'm supposed to believe I'm on a planet called Cybertron? Can't say I've heard of it before.

[Sigh] At least I'm... safe now. I assume these robots have some sort of defense function - God knows I could use a break.

Anyway, the original broadcast of this video was to see whether I'm alone or not. Spending the rest of my natural life with these mechs isn't really my idea of retirement.

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Sentient robots? I thought the tech around here was more advanced than any I've seen before.

[Thank god this is over a vid-link, Isaac is still a bit on edge from where he was pulled in through, and would probably not be too happy to see something so big in front of him]

Are you the natives of this planet? Who built you? Is there any organic life here?

[Sorry for all the questions. SCIENCE has taken over his mind and oh my god a sentient robot he's dreamed of this since he was a kid]

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[No worries Isaac, if this were an in person conversation Knock Out wouldn't try to squish you or anything. Cleaning blood from the tires is such a pain.]

Yes and no. I'm from Cybertron but a different one. Like you, I ended here by mistake. And no one build us, that's not how it works. We have organics there, mostly kids though.

[Knock Out doesn't mind all that much. And he likes the attention.]

Aah, that must be the multiple universes that was mentioned.

You're not built? How do you... come about? I mean, even humans need to be built, if you want to get technical - what with the chromosomes and DNA.

[Hand wave; he's not a biologist.]

That's it. Do you have a glyph, though?

That's a rather personal question, don't you think? Do you see me asking how you humans build the little humans, do you? No, you don't.

[Don't you say.]

I do, upper arm. Something to do with 'Solus Prime', the drone said.

Uh, it's general biology but I understand if you're prude.

You are on my same temple them, She's my Firstgoget too. Quite the nice lady, albeit a bit too serious. [Yep, lady robots. Make what you want out of that information.]

Prude? [He has to chuckle out loud at that.] Oh Primus, no one ever called me that. Well, if you really want to know.... [His smirks suggest that it's not a good thing to ask about the specifics unless you want to end scarred for life.]

You assign genders? Interesting. I look forward to meeting her one day.

I would, but if it's going to be something that causes you discomfort to discuss then I can't very much force you to tell me, can I?

We have different frame types not genders in the same way organics do. You might, if you are lucky. She works a lot.

I'm rarely uncomfortable with anything. Okay then... [He clears his throat and starts a very detailed, probably very not for kids, explanation of how it's done. Knock Out's making it sound nastier than it is on purpose because mocking organics is just too much fun for him.

Let's just say that once he's done Isaac wouldn't be able to look at a piston the same way ever again.]

I get the impression that these are the type that contact you, not vice versa.

[He listens and remains straight faced for the entire spiel, and only raises his eyebrows when Knock Out is finished.]

You have a very vivid imagination, I'll give you that.

Actually, it depends on the FirstForged. You can contacts them but you should have a damn good reason for it.

[Knock Out praises your poker face.]

You have no idea. I have to be for my field of work. Do you have a name?

I doubt she'd accept 'what the hell is going on' as a reasonable excuse to tear away from her work.

Isaac Clarke, engineer. What about you, raunchy red robot?

[hee hee hee alliteration]

Most likely no. I've bet she heard that question way too many times already.

I like engineers, your lot is always up to something. I'm Knock Out medic and tech specialist.

[Oh boy, start making puns and he will definitely like you.]

What can I say, something always needs fixing.

You're a tech specialist? D'you think you could give me some pointers on how this Cybertronian tech works? I wouldn't be a very good engineer if I couldn't work my way around a circuit board.

[Is that... the faintest of smirks appearing on Isaac's face? It is.] Don't worry, I learn quickly.

No kidding. [His works is basically that.]

I could, yes. ['Could' being the word. Knock Out is nto really so fond of humans being interested in Cybertronian technology because of Cylas.] For an organic that just woke up in a completely new planet you seem pretty relaxed about the whole thing.

[Miracle!] That's always an advantage.

I was pulled out of a situation of extreme stress, and while I do have a laundry list of concerns about myself and this planet, I can only assume no-one gives a shit about any of them.

Besides, it seems no matter how much I want to go back to my own universe or click my red heels together, I'm not going to get what I want. There's no point getting frustrated over something I can't change, is there?

[He frowns] Could? Let me guess; you won't.

Probably not, unless there's more organics form your universe here. What sort of extreme stress situation? [those are fun when they're not happening to him.]

I'm sorry, Dorothi. [Ey, he got that reference!]That's a good way to see it.

Oh no, I will but you have to prove yourself worthy first. We just met after all and your lot has the habit to cut open my kind to see what's inside. [Granted, Knock Out would do the same.]Let's make a deal, you show me yours and I show you mine. [He's talking about technology, rlly.]

If there are, I sure as hell haven't heard from them yet.

[Eyebrow raise. He can see your schadenfreude from here, KO] I won't bother with the specifics, but it involved being stuck in a dark hallway with a lot of things trying to kill me.

I can't say I'm too keen to discover the inner workings of your kind. Then again, maybe if I learn a thing or two I'll be able to do basic repairs. Depends on just how intricate your innards are.

[Shrug] We can do a tech comparison if you want, but I doubt I'll have anything that will interest you.

[Oh Isaac, if only you knew about Knock Out's Decepticon background!]

Check the bar or the pantry, your lot is around there sometimes.

[He's going to ignore that raised brow completely. What's wrong with enjoying the little pleasures of life, such at bad things happening to your neighbor and not you?] Sounds like my last day at home. [For real. Zombies are a pain in the aft.]

the Police force does idiotic things from time to time and most of them end in the medbay, and extra pair of hand's won't hurt. I'm interested in many, many things, you never know.

[All that naivete is adorable.]

There's a bar? Fantastic.

Well then, I'm sure you'll know how unpleasant it is. Especially when you run out of ammo.

I'm an engineer, not a medic; I'd really only be good for so much. We'll have to see if you're a good teacher or not.

Sized for both Cybertronians and organics. We can be quite big.

Try not having amo in the first place, that's even worse. Where they zombies? Ghost? Autobots?

When it comes to my kind you need to be a bit of everything. I don't believe many of them will trust an organic, though, but time will say. [Knock Out wouldn't trust you, no offense.] I promise you'll enjoy the assignments.

I can tell from the size of the architecture. Any other Cybertronian talents I'm missing?

I have no idea what Autobots are, but zombies are about right. Thankfully, not the kind where they spread infection via bite, otherwise I'd be dead five hundred times over by now.

[He frowns. Even harder than he was already] Living metal? I wish I could say I was surprised that most of them wouldn't trust an "organic", but given the reception I got after making a simple grammar mistake...

[Not gonna lie, he's starting to regret asking Knock Out for help. Maybe he was a bit too eager to meet one of the robots in person, and didn't entirely think this through. Oh god, where's McCoy and Strelok when you need them]

Depends on what you consider a talent. We have the ability to change forms. Beware if you decide to yell at a tv or a motorcycle, it could be one of us.

Oh, no one important. That's the only kind I ever met. [He makes a wry face.] I did not know there were more than one kind, joy.

Yes. Some mechs have no patience but the real problem is that most of them aren't used to organics or never interact with your kind on a daily basis. Not my case.

[Oh, come on. He will say the conversation is going pretty smoothly considering well, considering everything. You are a human dressed like a military, he hates those...a tragic not!love story for the ages.]

That's... hm. Yeah, I'd say that's a talent. Pretty incredible, too.

I take it you're not an Autobot, then. [He makes a mental note to ask someone else about what these Autobot guys are] Trust me, if it can kill you, there's probably a whole bunch of 'em.

I can understand that. I get the feeling some of them won't willingly let it go, though. Then again, if you guys are sentient there's no reason why you wouldn't be capable of holding grudges.

[Rude! He needs the suit to survive :( and true, they are doing well given the fact Isaac is incredibly conflicted about the entire thing and Knock Out is... well, Knock Out.]

Why, thanks. I take pride on my alt mode even if it's not native from my planet. Actually, it's from yours.

Even if I were, that's important no more here. [Knock Out points to his glyph.] I'm one of Solus's, that's all that matter now. I will pay attention and let you know if any of those shows up here.

Oh boy, we are experts on that, just like any other race. The problem is that we live for millenniums. [A shrugs] Most are capable to have fun too, unless you they are named Prowl or Ultra Magnus.

[KO doesn't know, it's not rude P: See? Not so bad after all.]

You mean... your version of Earth? I doubt it's from mine specifically; unless you transform into an ugly block of a truck.

That's true. I hope the other members of your race realise that. [Million year war? What million year war. I ain't heard of no million year war!] And, uh, thanks?

Autonomous being living for millenia? Wow, you guys keep gaining levels of complexity. Does it require a lot of upkeep or do your bodies have an aging process?

[He frowns slightly. Fun? What the shit would a robot find fun? He decides not to ask, figuring you'd be offended at his ideas of generic robot-y things]

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