re_alignment | [Video][Broadcasting from the Junk Pile]

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brave police: j-decker | mccrane

[Video][Broadcasting from the Junk Pile]

[McCrane has managed to collect a large number of basic building supplies, most of which he has amassed on and in the back of his alt mode. The video is from within his cab, driving, the occasional bounce showing some of the steel beams he has piled on top.]

With fuel no longer being a problem for myself or my companions, we have the time for other pursuits.

[Having the time to not slowly die was an enjoyable experience, he'd found.]

Although I will be assisting my team in building our headquarters, I wanted to offer my services to anyone else who may need a machine familiar with construction. I can provide architectural schematics, advice, and supplies.

I can also lift...just about anything.

[He is a crane. It's what he can do.]

[Locked to Prime!Scream, though probably not securely.]

Your list was...exhaustive. Nevertheless, I think you might be interested in these:

[The camera changes to show the pieces of a number of specific tools that Starscream was looking for sitting on McCrane's front seat. They aren't full tools, but with a little help they could be jury-rigged to be.]

[Sitting next to the tool-bits is a pile of datapads, collected specifically for...]

[Locked to Ani!Scream, though probably not securely.]

[The camera opens on the pile of datapads in his front cab-seat, sitting next to a number of pieces of cybertronian-looking tools.]

Hopefully one of these will do.

[Because McCrane can't actually tell what is on them.]

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...!

[That voice...!]

[It's enough to stop him cold, the datapads on his front seat clattering to the floor.]

...

[Shadowmaru??]

[N...no. Of course it isn't. Kagerou had sounded that way, too, hadn't he.]

...

[McCrane resumes rolling along, carefully.]

You talked to Drift.

...

I'm sorry if your reception wasn't as warm as it should have been. [He feels badly for having been in surgery when you arrived.]

I've spoken with him often, yes.

[A beat.]

It was what it was. There isn't any changing it, now.

He's a good mech. [Er.] He means well, at least.

[You do sound like him. Like Shadowmaru. Less upbeat perhaps, but it's almost familiar talking to you.]

He was worried that we would hunt you down, as we'd been doing to you before.

We won't.

[It's straightforward.] You have my word.

He seems determined to assist a stranger. Which is more than can be said for some.

[More than anyone he didn't already know has ever done for him.]

Your leader said something similar. [And only Deckerd ~~coughGunmaxyou'reanasshole~~]

Is that why you wanted to speak to me? To tell me you were honoring the promise I made Shadowmaru?

Yes. The sort of mech who would sacrifice himself, to save a life. It's very noble of him.

[That sounds very much like something Deckerd would say. And...yes, very much like something Gunmax wouldn't. x-x The question pulls him out of thinking on that, however, and he shakes his head.]

No. That isn't all.

I'm beginning work on a new station--a new Decker room. The plans are going to change a little, already, and I thought...

[Here goes.]

I thought it would be nice to have you there. [For all of the police bots to be together.]

He didn't mention anything like that...

[But that doesn't mean someone wouldn't. And... may explain why Drift had gone out of his way to confront the others.]

[He doesn't answer right away. Or for a good minute or two.]

Even though I'm not one of you? And even though your members don't trust me?

[Gunmax had made that last point very clear.]

We were having an unusual conversation. [Because really, self-sacrifice isn't a normal topic. It's somewhat of an extrapolation from that conversation, too, but McCrane has no doubts. Drift would do almost anything to atone for his sins.]

...

[When there's silence, he's worried he's offended. When there's an answer, he finds himself physically untensing his gears. He only knows of Kagerou through Shadowmaru, and that information is sketchy, at best. What he is familiar with is new mechs coming to the team.]

You wouldn't be the first. It can be hard to accept someone unknown. [Especially when they're Gunmax.]

It can be harder to be alone, though. [He missed Build Team sometimes. So much.] And you were built to be a police unit, same as us. We could use someone with your skills.

Are there normal conversations, in this place?

[Because he's getting the feeling there aren't.]

[He's nothing like his other half. That much he knows... how is he supposed to 'fit in' among those Shadowmaru was supposed to be perfect for? And he was always far more introverted than the other.]

Not the first? How many of you are there?

[He goes quiet again.]

No. I was built as a prototype. Different than you. Do you mean me to be a replacement for Shadowmaru... in his absence...?

[Oh wow. Those... are extremely difficult words to say.]

I spent an afternoon explaining combustion engines. That is as close as I've come. [He smiles, just a little, amending his earlier thoughts. This mech was definitely not Shadowmaru, for as similar as they first sounded, and that wasn't bad.]

When I left Earth, there were eight of us. Four on Build Team, Three to form Duke Fire's Max Canon mode, and Shadowmaru. [Who had, in a way, always been the odd one out. Never, ever useless, though. They owed so much to him.]

[The question almost catches him off guard, because of that.]

No! No, of course not. You would be welcome, even if he were here. I could put in a perch, right next to his den... [He trails off.] Just in case.

... Why would those be something that needed explaining?

[Even he knows what a combustion engine is -- and when the extremely sheltered ninjabot knows, but the living machines don't, that's saying something.]

Eight. So many of you. [And so many names he doesn't recognize. 'Max Cannon' what now.]

I see. [Another lengthy pause. He's not entirely sure how to respond. And thus... doesn't. For a while.]

I... I will consider it. I'm not about to be released for a while... I think. [At least, if he understood the engineer -- Ratchet -- correctly.]

[But then--] Just in case? [It's difficult to deny how hopeful that came out.] How often do new arrivals happen? Where do they happen?

Because we run on gasoline, the Cybertronians run on energon, and the two are not compatible. [He has the burn marks, still, all across his back to prove it.] It was some time before a solution was found.

[Which reminds him.]

You will need to get your engine converted. [If you haven't done so, already. Being 'released' was a familiar word in that regard.] Have you met Ratchet?

[A consideration is not an outright no, which is enough to make McCrane happy for now. Whether Kagerou takes them up on the offer or not is his decision, and McCrane will respect it--he just didn't want Kagerou to feel unwelcome. He nods.]

You arrived while I was offline. I'm...not sure, beyond that. We've been here for two months, now, and there have been two groups. I woke in the junk pile.

Was it the same, for you?

They mentioned there was no gasoline here. I... didn't see how it was possible.

[And thus nearly starved himself, in addition to meeting Prism. His first run as a 'bot on his own hasn't gone so well.]

He found me, yes. He has attached a generator... for now. He said the rest could wait until ... that it could wait.

[He's not entirely comfortable disclosing Recent Events to everyone just yet.]

Two in two months. That isn't promising. [A pause.] No. It was in a structure. A temple, I was told.

I'll keep looking for some for you, in the meantime. Until you've decided what you want to do. [He's out in the junkyard enough, and he's used to looking for the barrels and cans.]

It is, and it isn't. I'd prefer there be some left on earth, to protect it, but I also...

...

I also miss the Build Team. [There. He said it. It feels weird to say it.] We've been told we can return when the Lambda is fixed, but I don't know how long that will be.

I know what I want to do. The same thing I have always wanted to do. [A beat.] I want to live.

[More silence. He's a little glad this isn't a video feed. His expression can't be seen, that way.]

At least you have that to look forward to. Your return... and seeing your team again.

["At least you didn't make a promise to keep you apart" goes unsaid, but the implication is likely there.]

Then you'll need the surgery. [He sighs.] Though I know that doesn't make the decision any easier. [None of them had wanted to get it. It made them more alien, somehow.]

...

I'm sorry. [His voice is softer, because he's aware he tripped into territory that isn't comfortable.] About everything. There was so much we didn't know...

Did Deckerd tell you what happened, after you left?

I know. I will when I am able.

[He's already made up his mind. It's just a matter of being deemed capable of it.]

And didn't bother to listen to. You just chased me. Pursued me. It... [Air cycles.] Your leader has made it clear it won't happen here. Why discuss it?

[Silence.]

No... I'd... only just begun to take off. When I arrived here. [More silence, and, slightly more panic as a terrible thought occurs.]

It -- Shadowmaru. He's all right, isn't he?

[Why else would he need to know something about what happened after his departure?]

Because it is something I regret. [His voice is level, even though it's something that weighs heavy on him. It must have been worse for Deckerd, and for Shadowmaru especially, but it had still been a mistake and he hated that they'd made it.] That you didn't have the options we had. [That you don't have a team to go back to.]

[...except...]

What?

No!

I...[Wait.] I mean yes. Shadowmaru, he was fine when I left. He's been fine.

It was just... [How to say this.]

It was difficult for him. After your death.

You regret your mistake. You regret not listening, even when I told you I only wanted to be left alone... taking my options from me.

I see.

[He doesn't mean it to come out as accusing as it does, but. Social interaction was never his strong suit.]

Good, I...

[After your death.]

Wh...

[No.]

[No, there must be some mistake.]

[It ... that's all it was. It's a mistake.]

... That's a mistake.

That's not right. He let me go. He told me to go -- live as you see fit.

I was leaving. I'd promised.

Why would you do it? Why?

[He's not even aware he's spoken out loud. This is that distressing.]

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