re_alignment | [Video]

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brave police: j-decker | deckard

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Greetings. I'm looking for Prima- if you are able to respond, I would be much obliged.

I have been meaning to speak to you.

Ah, now more publicly:

Can anyone tell me more about Cybertronians? Your history, your culture, how you came to be?

I think it's prudent to get to know everyone here as we may be in this for the proverbial "long run".

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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.

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[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.]

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