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You'll probably hear a lot of crap about their stupid war.

Well, everyone has reasons I'm sure. And I want to know what I can expect.

Everyone can have reasons, sure! And sometimes those reasons can get forgotten, or they were ridiculous to begin with.

Just color me a bit skeptical.

True, though I'd like to hear it directly from them- what do you know about it so far?

The Cybertrons blame the Destrons, Destrons blame the Cybertrons. Big surprise. That's what I got out of it.

Hmm. It does sound like an awful feud. I'm not a fan of war- I find it detestable, but I think it's better not to judge them. At least not until we know the whole story.

I'm judging the war, not the individual.

Fair enough. I think it's best we don't get involved in it in any way, at any rate.

Don't worry about that! I definitely plan to keep out of it.

Good. I know you have a good head on your shoulders.

Damn right that I do. No worries, partner.

No worries.

There will be different versions of our history, and not merely because we're often divided due to certain differences in two factions, but also because different realities might not share the same origin or history between themselves.

[Jetfire tilts his helm and then shakes it slightly, but no matter the prevalence of the war, he's looking forward himself to find what is similar... and where it differs.]

That said, I can certainly share what I know from mine.

[He pauses, and while he's somewhat... reluctant, after a moment or two Jetfire starts again.]

As for where we come from... The complete truth or not, our frames are built, a protoform allowed to form around a spark chamber, which is later added on with armour... The frame itself inert until a spark is introduced, which can happen most effectively through the use of the Matrix.

There are however ways of imitating the Matrix and spark frequencies, pulling together what becomes spark energy... but such a method is prohibitively energy-consumtive.

[Not that it hadn't been used, of course.]

Interesting, how many versions of your history exist here, separately? Or is that something you've personally noted?

I'd love to hear what your own history is like at the very least.

[He's taking note of all of this, filing it away for later reference.]

So truly... your sentience, your sense of self is developed on it's own? What is the "Matrix"?

Uncertain, but I know of at least three, including my own. Four confirmed by taking into account where I was before appearing here. [Jetfire pauses, resting his chin on one hand as he thinks back on what he spotted while flying over the Junk Pile that first day, as well as what he's seen on the network so far.]

But I do think there's more than that, as some individuals I've spotted have a vastly different design compared to what I'm used to, and ah, then there's the issue that some might have a very similar design to what I'm used to, but still not be from the same reality as myself.

Ah, that... Well. [Jetfire shakes his helm, but he doesn't actually decline to answer.] The earliest parts are lost, either due to simple passage of time, or because it's been deliberately obscured, hard to know which.

But it's said that in the beginning, there were the First Thirteen... And some of the names match very well with some of our... ah, hosts. [He's still... trying to accept that. If that's true, what else is?] Much of the later history has been defined by the uprising of the Decepticons, and while it does seem their leader, Megatron, was at least somewhat correct when it comes to our previous government's potential corruption... [The previously rather cool expression hardens somewhat.]

He talked of power and taking whatever we wanted, where we wanted, to do what we wanted... and while that was certainly seductive for some, in the end that mean the conquering and subjugation of other species, which can't, and shouldn't, be tolerated.

[How do you distill millions of years of history and conflict into something brief? Jetfire hums in thought, optics dimming slightly.]

The Matrix is a vessel, strictly observably a vessel for an energy of as-of-yet unknown properties, but which stirs spark energies in cybertronian frames, igniting a spark and allowing the individual to start life.

[It was also supposed - said - to be so much more, but better and easier to talk about what was definitely known and observed.]

An entire race of robotic beings... creating life on their own.

[Give him a moment, he has a hard time grasping that, having been only given sentience by the persistence of one little boy treating him like a human being.]

Thank you for sharing all of this with me.

As for the Destrons and Cybertrons... [Excuse him, he means Decepticons and Autobots... must be a translation error.]

I suppose I'll want to get more personal accounts. I want to be able to put the big picture together, and as much as it perturbs me to admit: the Brave Police seem like the odd ones out here as far as... species.

It puts us at a disadvantage.

Ah-! Here I am giving you the twenty questions and I never even asked your name. I'm Deckerd. It's nice to meet someone so knowledgeable.

Edited 2012-07-06 00:06 (UTC)

[He just nods, patiently waiting for whatever might come after that, since it was quite obvious that had been a surprising concept.]

I'm Jetfire, and as for a more personal account... [Here then, Jetfire shakes his helm, a wash of static escaping him.]

Before the war, I was a scientist. I would maintain that is what I am still, but I've had to - unfortunately - adapt. Certain parts of the Decepticon philosophy spoke to me in regards of my chosen function and profession, but as the conflict developed and grew, I realized I...

[A shrug.]

Couldn't, and wouldn't, do what was being asked for us, and regardless of what I was leaving behind, I couldn't condone their methods, or the brute-force taking of both our own planet, and the intention of growing beyond and doing the same elsewhere.

[He could... go into even more detail, but something Deckerd had said caught his interest, and he inclines his helm in curiosity.]

Disadvantage? Mmm, depends on how you mean, if you'd care to elaborate? I think there's just about the same amount of organics around, and considering where we are, it doesn't surprise me there's more cybertronians around, as the odds would give preference to those... hm, attuned, I suppose you could say...

But that might not be what you intended?

[Deckerd hums and nods]

It seems like a really tough situation on your planet. [He knows he doesn't sound terribly intelligent compared to this guy, but who would? He also wonders if their own planet could possibly fall to the same fate if left unchecked...]

Thank you for sharing.

[It certainly doesn't seem like something pleasant to be asked about.]

Well- I mean just as far as knowledge goes. Then again, to some measure, we're all in the dark here.

Are there? Ive only seen two humans here so far.

Despite the fact that the fighting led to Cybertron... ah, the one in my reality, shutting down, it's also endured beyond that, and is alive and well, despite all that has been done on and around it.

[Which he was thankful for. He'd dreaded having to return from Operation: Containment and find it cold and still... Which, admittedly, he would have had he returned earlier and not gotten stuck on what turned out to be Earth.]

This is a pretty exceptional situation, yes. [Jetfire chuckled and shrugged.] And yes... I saw at least more than two on the day we all arrived, flying over the junk pile.

[The smile from earlier disappeared in a frown, however, as he continued.]

It seemed the majority of them were children, though.

[The only reason he hadn't landed, was that all of them had been accompanied by someone when he'd seen them, which he considered good enough. At least they hadn't been alone.]

I-

Most of them were children?

[A beat.]

Did you happen to see a young boy with dark hair? Wearing yellow?

[He pauses, helm tilting and optics dimming as he brings up the brief glipses of the human children he'd spotted, reviewing the memory files.]

... Ah, one of them was a young boy with dark hair, yes... Wearing yellow and orange on his upper body.

[Nevermind that Jetfire actually saw Raf, but he doesn't know that's not who Deckerd is looking for.]

Did you speak to him?

[Deckerd suddenly seems fairly urgent.]

Ah, no... I didn't. He, like all of the other children, already had someone keeping an optic on him, which seemed good enough considering the situation.

[He shakes his helm, feeling somewhat sorry for having to say he hadn't talked to the child.]

You know him, I take it?

Hmmm...

[Well... why wouldn't have someone told him? Maybe it's not.]

Perhaps. Where did you see him last?

Unfortunately, not since I spotted him at the Junk Pile when we arrived. I'd give you the temple he's residing in if I knew.

I apologize for not being of any further help.

[Because if it was the child Deckerd knew, it'd be good if two peope who knew it each could be brought back together.]

No, no. You've been plenty of help.

[YAY FALSE HOPE.]

Thank you. Thank you so much.

I hope you find him. We're scattered enough as it is, that it would be preferable if those who actually know each other could reunite.

[It's going to be PAINFUL if he finds out it's the wrong boy.]

Thank you again.

[Yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyep.]

This is Prima. What would you speak of?

Nice to meet you, sir.

My name is Deckerd. I was told by Vector to seek you out, and I had some questions and points to discuss with you if you have the time to meet for a while?

If you are busy, I understand.

Hn...very well. Give me some time - a few hours should suffice.

That is fine. I will wait at your- ah. Temple.

Very well.

[it's more or less an hour later when Prima steps in to the main hall from a side route; he looks tired, but not overly so. as though he's finished a load of work, but isn't near to being done for the day.

this, at least, is considered a rest period.]

Prima... ah. Sir?

[Deckerd is waiting there, he pauses, fumbles, and then offers a stiff salute for lack of anything better.]

[Prima nods in return to the salute, stopping an easy distance away]

You wished to speak?

Yes, I did. Thank you for taking the time. I believe it was Vector that pointed me in your direction.

[He stares up at the bot that easily dwarfs him.]

First, I would like to say that I am willing to help in any way that I can. I'm aware of the- ah. Situation, or as much as I can be. Finding my way home is my priority, but I realize with the way things are, the only way I'll get home is by helping to smooth things out here.

I am at your disposal.

Though that leads me to the main issue. Myself and my friends, we are having a bit of an energy crisis. We sustain ourselves on gasoline, which seems to be in short supply.

We will die without it, sir.

I would like to know what resources, aside from what we find out there, amidst the junk we truly have available to us. In order to best aid you and your group, we in turn have to survive long enough to do so.

[all of this is reasonable. Prima nods slowly, taking it in, reaching up to touch his chin in thought]

Nexus Prime is the specialist when it comes to fuel, though I do not know how similar 'gasoline' is to energon. If anyone would be able to create you a substitute, however, it would be him - I will contact him on your behalf, and stress its importance.

He may require a sample, however, if you have any to spare. Or, if you are able, assistance in locating some within the Junk Pile. Are you able to identify it upon sight, or through some sort of scanner?

[Oh. It's this guy again.]

I couldn't help but notice that you aren't volunteering any information on your own culture, and history and all that.

Bit of a poor incentive, wouldn't you say? Especially from someone so pathetically secretive.

I'm not quite sure of the entirety of what I'm dealing with.

And I still don't intend to give you my technical specs.

I don't care about your specs. anymore. [Lies] I've got better things to attend to than scrounging around for the fuel of an outdated model like yourself. [Sniffs]

But I came here to tell you to beware the tales the Autobots and the Decepticons spin. Both parties are guilty of, ah, let us say: embellishing the truth.

[This kids, is called insurance. Also general resentfulness.]

Hmm. So you are neither?

Well, I wouldn't mind hearing your side of the story, if that's the case.

I like to consider myself an impartial outsider.

And in exchange I would get what?

I'm afraid I don't have much to offer.

I'll give you this one for free then. Pay attention.

Both sides are run by fools, and for all their claims about striving to finally end this blasted war, would rather perpetuate it and let victory slip through their moronic lead hands.

[He's just. Wow.

What do you say to that? How do you really feel, Starscream? He senses some bitterness there.

Just a touch.]

[Only a touch? I'm thinking a full on grope of bitterness is happening here.]

[Dead air when he gets no reply.

And then he just cuts the connection. He's not waiting around for any more questions.]

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