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[So . . . someone slipped into a defrag cycle in his boss's carport, in vehicle mode, and came to in robot mode . . . on a fancy table . . . in some ancient-looking sanctuary . . . with a robed robot drone hovering over him.]

[Deckard has heard the spiel. He's explored the temple a little bit, shocked...almost more than anything else...at the SIZE of it all - not only the expansiveness of the building but the proportions of everything in it (he's not a giant by comparison!). He's made his way outside only to look over a landscape as alien as anything he could ever imagine. He's found the Network and gone back through some 2 weeks' worth of posts. Honestly, it hasn't told him much . . . except that there are a few humans here and apparently a lot - A LOT - of robots. With Super A.I.'s like his, it would seem. And their designs run the gamut. What the hell is this place!?]

[Frankly, he's wondering if someone's messing with his sensory input again. Though if they are, this is far more elaborate than those programmer sisters had run. He's finally learned all that he can on his own. Time to reach out for some further answers.]

Good afternoon. My name is Deckard. I'm with a group called the Brave Police, from the division operating out of Tokyo, Japan. If anyone receives this transmission, please respond.

[If this just all turns out to be some kind of hoax, he's going to feel really silly. Honestly, though? He'd much prefer that to the alternative...]

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...others?

[That's completely thrown him. With as much alien-ness as he's been dealing with for the past few hours, his mind subconsciously assumes Kagerou is referring to the other inhabitants of this place, whomever they may be. The robots with souls, likely. However that's possible. ~~He still wants to know how Kagerou's Super A.I. was salvaged and he was rebuilt and brought here.~~ But then, why is he defensive about it? He thinks Deckard would object?]

I'm glad. As long as you're happy and they're treating you well.

...Cybertron. Yeah, that's what that drone or whatever it was said.

[So he really is on an alien planet? Great. Or this really is some elaborate hallucination after all, and for some reason whatever programmers are behind this decided to dredge of memories of Kagerou of all people to act as his liaison. He's actually not sure which is the less credible.]

[And his gas gauge is pinging at him, the needle sneaking into the red zone. He'd intended to fuel once he got to work, after dropping Yuuta off at school. He'd not been terribly active since then, but he had been up and about for a few hours.]

What do you do for gasoline here?

Yes. Power Joe. McCrane. The little loud one with the soccer ball.

[... And Gunmax. The idiot. The stupid, obnoxious biker who made him so angry -- and thus strangely alive. But that also didn't bear thinking about. Since he'd vanished.]

I'm treated well enough.

["Happy". Well. Sometimes.]

There isn't any. Someone might have an emergency supply... but our engines were altered when we arrived.

Power Joe and McCrane? They're here? And...heh, Drill Boy.

[The description draws a grin from him despite his shock. But DAMN, how long has he been out!? He just saw everyone earlier this evening! Before going home with Yuuta for the night. ...didn't he?]

...they're the ones you meant. I see. Then I'm definitely glad.

[A hand goes to his chest. He doesn't know if he's been altered. He supposes he should get that checked.]

So what happens now?

Yes. They're here. They've been here long, as well.

[He nods slightly. He's careful to keep his arm off-screen. The arm bearing his Glyph. All this talk of modification...]

You find a medic to alter your engine. And... the rest of us see if there's any gasoline left.

[After narrowly avoiding the horrific Gunpulator upgrade just a few days ago, Deckard isn't going to question a mere tattoo.]

Thank you, Kagerou. I'd appreciate that. How do I get a hold of the others? Or . . . if you talk to them, will you let them know that I'm looking for them?

They all have the network -- the link. They should see it.

[He'll poke his head in on PJ anyway. That dork probably could use a prod or two.]

... Watch out for the Cybertronian called Prowl. He is... we don't trust him.

[Well, and Tarn. But that guy is locked away.]

I'll look forward to their replies, then.

Noted. Do you have an image you can send me? What's he done to make you guys wary of him?

[Not that he doesn't believe Kagerou. If Power Joe and especially McCrane don't trust someone, that speaks volumes to him. But it's in his nature to question until he understands a situation as fully as possible. One more reason his current predicament is so difficult to deal with right now - every answer comes with three more questions.]

A lot of things. Things... I don't want to say out loud here.

[Okay, Kagebird, you'll say you don't trust the guy right out in public, but not why. Good plan.]

[The other question earns a pause, before he does manage to forward over an image from the last video feed he'd had from Prowl.]

There.

[Deckard frowns a bit, wondering where Kagerou is that he doesn't feel safe to speak aloud. Oh, wait . . . maybe he means the channel they're talking on? He looks at his badge. He's so used to the Brave Police's frequency being a secure one, but . . . it occurs to him that he has no idea WHAT frequency they're broadcasting on now. Damn. He nods . . . then looks at the image that pops up on his little screen for a moment in place of Kagerou. He can see a doorwing behind the guy's shoulder, and the word "police" spelled out in English. He frowns.]

He's a police robot? [And his team doesn't trust the guy. That can't be a good sign.]

[He looks more closely at the screen. There's . . . a little icon in one corner that's never been there before. He fiddles with settings for a second, and the icon changes.]

[LOCKED]

Okay, I think . . . this transmission is secure now? If I'm reading this right.

Is there somewhere we can meet? I'd like to know more about this guy.

[Sorry, Kagerou . . . he's slipped into "detective" mode without really realizing it. This subconsciously sounds almost like a case to be investigated, so…]

He's part of the police force here, yes.

[He just answers the whole thing under a lock. It's easier that way.]

It is. And there is. I don't think anyone but myself goes to Trion's library any more.

[All under a lock is fine with Deckard - it's basically what he's used to anyway.]

Trion's library? Coordinates? I'll meet you there. If you're willing.

((ooc: actionspam? log? handwave? applesauce? =3))

Sending.

... I'll be the only one there, I'm sure.

((whichever's easiest~))

Got it.

I'll meet you there as soon as I can.

[As soon as he can find the place, that is...]

((ooc: Kinda goin' cross-eyed tonight at this point, but sweet!, I'll toss up a quick log in the morning, then? =3))