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brave police: j-decker | gunmax

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[No video for you, kids. Gunmax isn't about to put his face all over some mystery space internet. You do get to listen to him complain, though.]

Oookay then, now that I'm pretty sure I'm not having some kind of sensory malfunction, I figured I oughta start getting information out of the locals. The creepy dudes in the robes already dropped what I assume are the basics on me, but there's gotta be more to this than "hi, welcome to the robot planet. You're stuck here forever, make yourself at home". I kind of had things to do back home. Important things. Things that didn't include being kidnapped by alien robots.

Anyway. It's probably a long shot, but if any Brave Police just happen to be hanging around here, shoot me a heads up. Oh, and if anyone happens to find a really big motorcycle, that's mine. Try not to mess with it, yeah?

[Nope not even dropping a name. What a courteous guy right. He grumbles something to himself before killing the feed.]

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Uni-what now?

Low. Really low.

[He sighs.]

Long story. Come on - walk and talk, I'll fill you in.

[If he has to, he'll carry Gunmax, but . . . not if he doesn't have to. For the biker bot's pride, if nothing else.]

Lead the way, baby.

[don't worry deckard gunmax has GOT this.

for a few minutes at least. he's manly ok he's not going to admit to running on fumes.]

[He doesn't have to. Deckard's keeping a close eye on him, though won't call attention until/unless he has to. He's walking at whatever pace Gunmax sets.]

Has anyone told you about the Badlands yet?

[Gunmax's pace is currently set to 'NO I'M FINE REALLY' speed. That's a speed now. It's somewhere between 'actually fine' and 'oh god help me'.]

Besides being told not to go there, not really. I take it they're bad. Hence the name, right?

((ooc: -hallway at school. XD))

It is kind of a baseball-bat-to-the-head sort of name, yeah. I've been out on the wastelands a little but not the Badlands themselves, but I've talked to people who have.

...there's something...weird here. You know how back home there are religions that believe in a single god of good and creation and a god of evil and destruction? The Cybertronians have that too. I don't know that I've really seen evidence of Primus's existence - [as much as anything because he's not yet made the Primus/Prima (his FF) connection, oops?] - but I've heard and witnessed enough to make me wonder if Unicron the Destroyer isn't actually real. The Badlands are supposedly a concentrated area of his influence manifested here on the planet.

Oh, come on.

[Don't mind Gunmax he's just skeptical as all hell. And pausing in his tracks for a moment NOT BECAUSE HE'S TOTALLY ALMOST OUT OF GAS but because this is just too ridiculous ~~no it's because he's out of gas~~]

Robot space gods? Get serious, Deckard! What kinda stuff did you even see? There's got to be a perfectly reasonable explanation for it.

[Deckard is not at all surprised or put-out by the skepticism. There'd be something wrong with Gunmax if he'd /not/ reacted that way. Deckard completely understands it. But that doesn't keep the dark look from his face as his gaze falls away while he lets his mind go back and /remember/…]

I wish there was, Gunmax.

I've seen a maelstrom tear through this entire place, strong enough to heavily damage massive fortresses and rearrange the very landscape of a junkpile half the size of Nanamagari. I've seen people changed without warning into some kind of alternate realities of themselves –not just mentally but even physically altered. I've seen a stone pillar of unbelievable proportions appear out of nowhere, going from the ground all the way up into that. [He shifts to point skyward, to the Lambda.] I was part of the expedition that set out to destroy that pillar, because of the vile power it seemed to possess –affecting people's minds, changing their perceptions if not their bodies…

Maybe it was a robot space god. Maybe it wasn't. But something dark and powerful, far bigger than anything you and I have dealt with before, was behind that whole mess. And the energies are the same as those found out in the Badlands.

And whoever or whatever it is, is still out there.

[Gunmax still had his doubts, but with how serious Deckard was about the whole thing, he figured there must be some truth to it.]

Geez. If you were trying to creep me out, it's working. And let me guess, there's not really anything that can be done about this dark and powerful thing, is there?

I'd apologize, but you deserve to know what we're up against.

[He hesitates at the last, honestly unsure.]

We fight things as they come, the best way we can. Just like we were built to do. Maybe we can't the thing behind it all, but we can fight the agents and deal with the effects as they come.

I'm sorry . . . I wouldn't dump so much on you so suddenly, but like I said, you deserve to know. I'd only been here for a week when, pretty literally, all hell broke loose. I hadn't been up to speed on things yet, and it'd impeded my ability to really be effective in helping with what was going on.

[Not that anyone else had really had any better handle on what exactly was going on any faster than he had, but...well...]

What are you apologizing for, boy scout? Like yeah, it's a lot to take in, but I'd rather know what's going on than be left guessing.

Gotta wonder what all we can really do here, though. This is kind of out of our league, isn't it?

[The boy scout comment gets a small grin from Deckard. He just nods at the last, though.]

Way out of our league. I get the impression it's out of the league of most everyone here, though, so at least we're not alone in that. [And the little grin's back, if wry.] Besides, not like we've never gotten in over our heads before, hm?

[Never mind that this is FAR deeper over their heads than they've ever been before.]

[Seeing that grin makes Gunmax relax a little. He's not really reassured, but at least Deckard seems confident. Kind of.]

It does seem to be a habit we have, and we've always come out on top. It was one thing back home, but we're kind of lacking things here. Like people. I mean, it would be kind of funny to watch McCrane and Power Joe try to combine into some kind of half assed Build Tiger, but still.

[He /has/ to be confident, or at least muster as much as he can for others, even if he's not feeling it. For his team, he has to be strong. And he /has/ seen the strength of many of the others here.]

We're not as lacking as that, actually. True, we can't take our combiner forms - [He's not /even/ going to get into reminding Gunmax of the part where Build Tiger and Super Build Tiger wouldn't be possible even with the others here /anyway/, not without Yuuta.] - but we're not alone. Once we get your engine converted, I'll start introducing you to some of the others here.

[A frown as he thinks about that, studying his friend.]

Speaking of...how are you doing? [He'll kind of coax Gunmax into moving again too, if he can.]

Yeah, sure.

[It was probably for the best that the kid wasn't here, really. This place clearly wasn't built with humans in mind. Anyway.]

Ah. Actually...

[Gunmax shifted awkwardly (though tried to play it off in the least awkward way possible because Gunmax is way too cool for awkwardness), glancing around as though to make sure nobody was within earshot before turning back to Deckard]

I... don't think I can make it.

[It's really not. That was one of the /first/ things Deckard had realized about this place. As badly as he misses Yuuta when he lets himself think about it at all, he's...he's /glad/ Yuuta's not /here/.]

[Deckard frowned at that. Gunmax must have REALLY been close to - or /on/ - fumes to actually admit as much.]

Come on. I'll call the medics on the way. If need be, we can stop somewhere and have one come meet us, maybe.

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[yep TOTALLY running on fumes aaaaah damn]

Sooo, just out of curiosity. How far is this place?

[Because he's about the fall right the fuck over]

[That's a calculating frown you're getting, Gunmax. He's worried, okay?]

You can see the temple from here.

[He points. Driving, they'd be there in, maybe, five minutes. Walking...]

[Don't give Gunmax that look man he doesn't like that look.]

That's not too bad.

[And since Gunmax is a stubborn asshole, he'll just start strolling off in that direction-

aaand then fall flat on his face. NOPE.]

Oh come on, it's right there!

[Yeah he's yelling at himself just don't worry about it]

…

[He'll crouch to help Gunmax at least to sit up from his graceless faceplant, then plops down on a rock next to him.]

Let's just park it here for now. I'll call a medic.

[Well this was embarrassing and completely shitty. Gunmax is just gonna sit there for a while, arms crossed and looking none too amused. Today is a disaster.]

Medics, why are they called medics? Aren't they mechanics?

[The comments make him grin, remembering.]

I had the exact same question when I first got here. For Cybertronians, mechanics and engineers work on drones and down, any non-sentient, non-living machinery. Their medics, their doctors, work on them.

And us, while we're here.

Huh. That's different. What kinda AI do these Cypertronian guys have, anyway? Obviously, they weren't built the same way we were.

No, they definitely weren't. They have something called a spark, which . . . as nearly as I can understand it, is like a human's soul. They have an actual lifeforce to them that pervades their whole body! To the point that when one takes enough damage to kill him, his body loses all color and goes a flat grey.

…it's a really strange sight.

So... actual living machines? Geez, I almost feel like a poser now.

[he was about to make a comment on how crappy these guy's paint jobs must be or something, but that last comment Deckard makes really gets his attention. watching people die is kind of a big deal.]

How many times have you seen it?

[Action] It's okay buddy we're still awesome

[Action] THE AWESOMEST

[Action] MORE AWESOMER THAN ANYONE EVER

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[Action] /o/

[Action] LOL suddenly I'm picturing Gunmax and Deckard doing the Yuuta/Masaki powerwalk down the-

[Action] HAH PERFECT

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[Action] such badasses, clearly

[Action] Clearly XD

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[Action] LOL Gunmax ILU XD

[Action] he loves you too baby 8U

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[Action] *snerk!* Poor Gunmax...

[Action] HE'LL LIVE

[Action] \o/

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[Action] snerk! Poor Gunmax...