re_alignment | [Video] Paging the Build Team . . . and the nearest "hospital"?

[Deckard is nothing if not a quick study . . . though he's still not wholly convinced this isn't all just some elaborate sensory hoax. But he's been given some real direction ~~from a most unexpected source at that~~ and is running with it.]

Hello? I've been told to seek out a . . . medic. [Is that really the right word?] ...mechanical engineer. Or a robotics engineer. Someone who can modify an engine from running on gasoline to whatever is the common fuel source here.

[If he sounds - or looks - a little on the tired/haggard side, that would be because he's not fueled recently. He'd intended to fill up "tomorrow" when he got in to work, but he's been here for some hours now and he's starting to feel it. But he pushes that aside.]

Also, if anyone knows where the Build Team is, and if they're all right, I'd appreciate hearing from you. McCrane, Power Joe, and Drill Boy. ...and Dumpson. [Because he can hardly imagine three-quarters of the Build Team being present and not all of them.]

Thank you in advance for your help.

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[Uh, excuse him while he stares for just a second…or three. He's seen piloted, criminal robots built a little like you before, but…they weren't sentient. He kind of shakes himself after an instant, though, remembering himself.]

Energon? Ah, I mean . . . thank you, yes.

[The last gets a grin.]

Yes, I know McCrane. He's been a member of my team since he was first built and inducted into the force. He's head of the police here?

I'm sorry. I'm Deckard, by the way. I'm with the Tokyo Metropolitan Police, Criminal Investigations division, Brave Police Project. Pleased to meet you.

[He sees that stare, and he smiles a little, trying to look a little friendlier. Looks like another new person here.]

Yeah, Energon's the main fuel source here. Unless you're an organic. [His smile brightens some at the grin and he nods, eyes brightening a little.]

Yep, he's the head. Him and Blurr have run it since the last head disappeared.

Heh, nice to meetcha Deckard. I'm Bulkhead, nothing fancy here, just a Wrecker and construction worker.

"Organic"? [He's kinda used to a noun after that. Like "organic tofu" or "organically-grown produce" or something like that.]

Disappeared? [That's less than encouraging.] Blurr...I think I've met him.

Heh . . . sorry. I don't mean to sound fancy. I am pleased to meet you, though, Bulkhead.

...do you know of a robot named Barricade?

Er, humans and others that aren't robotic like us. [He could use other terms, but his one of the nicer ones.]

Yeah, disappeared. Some people disappear from here. Here one day, gone the next with no warning. [Best to warn him now, right? He'd find out sometime.] Yeah, Blurr's a nice guy.

Nah, it's fine. Tokyo, huh? Got a friend who grew up there before she left on an exchange program through her school.

I do know Barricade, yeah. We're in the same temple and have talked before.

Disappear with no warning... [Spoken softly to himself - he's wondering if that's what happened to HIM, then, since others have said he's been here before.] Do they ever come back? And do they ever remember being here before, either right away or recover those memories later?

You're in the Solus Temple, too? Yes, he offered to...ah, modify my engine. [Modify...not upgrade...he's still just a bit too twitchy about "upgrades" right now to be able to bring himself to think of it that way.]

Yeah, some of them do. [He tilts his head a little. Trust him, he's seen more than a few just from his world disappear in this place. The smile dipping some as he speaks.] Some remember bein' here, while others don't. Not sure why, but I don't think they ever recover them either.

Yeah, I live in Solus' temple. Have since I got here [He twists enough to show his glyph.] I can't modify engines, though. But good, I'm sure he'll take care of it.

So, who's temple are you with?

I see...

[Still . . . he has to believe that he'll be able to recover his. His memories are all that he has. They're all that he IS. To just . . . up and /lose/ some . . . ]

[He refocuses at the question, peering at the tattoo. His hand goes to his own, fingers sort of softly itching at it as he looks at it.]

Ah . . . I was told this means that someone named Prima is my patron while I'm here.

Er, uh. [He looks a little awkward, since Deckard didn't seem to take well, at least to him.] Sorry if that wasn't what you wanted to hear. But I've been here over a year, so I'm not lyin'.

[Aparet of him feels relieved to hear Deckard has a Glyph. It's getting to that time last year that glyphless were starting to show up. His own glyph was a vibrant violet, and was a third larger than normal. There's also a strong blue outline around it.]

Ah, yeah. Prima's one of the Forged, just like Solus. They're pretty much in charge here, even if they let us do our own thing and have our own police.

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Huh? OH! N-no, no, I didn't think you were. Sorry, it's just that . . . my programming, my memories . . . they're all that make me who I am. They give me my heart. Without that, I'm just another drone robot. So it's disconcerting to lose any of them. Especially something so important . . . and apparently such a large chunk of it.

Anyway . . .

Prima and Solus. [nods] So they didn't set up the police force here? How much do they govern what people do?

Nah, you're fine. [He smiles slightly as he listens.] I know the feelin', though. Kinda. I don't remember my arrival here, I was back home, and then next I woke up here.

[Bulkhead nods in affirmation.]

Yeah, it was set up by the others here. The Forged seem mostly fine with it, though there's been at least one time they released somebody that was bein' held. [His eyes narrow a little at the memory, after everything Overlord had done...] Just as long as they don't make them angry, the force stays.

Really? Not that much. They mostly let us do whatever we want, though they don't tolerate us killin' each other, and deal punishments in that case.

I see. Well, that's potentially a good thing. [So long as they're just and impartial about it.] Do you mind me asking what it is you do here? And you're a . . . a Cybertronian, right? [The word is still a very unfamiliar one, and that's audible in how it comes out.]

Yeah,. best advice? Don't make the Forged angry and you'll be fine.

[He tilts his head.]

Yeah, I'm a Cybertronian. Me? Currently doin' construction and buildin' roads. If you ever get between Nexus and Solus' temples, you'll see the road so far.

I have seen that, yes. I'm actually surprised there aren't more already, since you Cybertronians seem to have the same ability to change into a vehicle form that we Brave Police do.

[That's not a criticism by any means, just an observation.]

It does look good, though.

Thanks, heh. Me, Skids, and Fracas have put a lot of work into it.

[He smiles a little. Compliments are good!]

Yeah, uh,...was kinda surprised myself there weren't more. Specially with the humans and other organics. But there's been other stuff to contend with too.