[Visible to All][Posting from the Junk Pile]

[mccrane]

This is McCrane.

[He is aware that there is some way in which to lock this to only his fellow Brave Police Officers, but he's not familiar enough with the settings yet to do this, so everyone can see it.]

One of the large inhabitants has informed me that we can take up residence with him.

Should we accept this offer?

I have yet to find any gasoline...

[As if now realizing that this might actually be useful if there are a number of viewers, he pauses, and changes tactics.]

Has anyone found anything that looks like this? [He holds up his one, single can of gasoline, hoping that the camera on his communicator can catch it.] It might become necessary.

[Considering they'll. Die. If they don't find a supply of it.]

Comments

[patokichi]

I definitely will.

How are you holding up, McCrane?

[video]

[sword_redemption]

[A wry sort of snort.]

Fighting's all I've ever been good at.

[From that first moment, in the gutters, the first time he held a gun.]

[Well, yes, Drift's going to die, but then again, he's always been expendable.]

Not...exactly. The Knights of Cybertron were the ones who founded our planet, created our whole culture, and then disappeared, moving on to the next planet they could save.

Wing's group was refugees from our war.

[Yeah, that.]

It's the same sword. I think Wing is from a different world than mine. Because in mine, he died. I was given the sword as a remembrance.

[A promise, maybe, and sometimes a castigation, a reminder of how far he had fallen, how great his debt was.]

If you want to help...look after Wing.

[Private Audio]

[my_own_trope]

Gasoline? How .... quaint.

In the event I happen to locate such a primitive fuel, I'll let you know. You would of course be expected to take care of the finders fee.

[automobile_enthusiast]

[He makes a particularly human-sounding noise of disgruntlement. He picked nineteen-and-a-halfs for a reason.]

Do you have any idea how much I'll have to recalibrate with eighteens?

[Private Audio]

[mccrane]

[McCrane treats this as factual. Normally, gasoline is bought. If someone else is finding it? Payment does not seem out of the question.]

The going rate was 215 yen per gallon when I left... [Ah, gas prices in the 1990s.]

I would be willing to exchange for the equivalent.

[mccrane]

[He stares at you.]

No calibration should be required, provided your lug nuts are compatible.

You might even have better acceleration. [Even if they won't fill your wheel-wells as nicely.]

[mccrane]

[He nods, and waits patiently, and will hand off the peaches when the motorcycle detective swings by.]

[mccrane]

I am glad.

[You get a small smile! It starts to fade when the question is asked, however, which is probably some indication of how out-of-place he feels, here.]

Within specifications. I'll be better when we have found more gasoline, but we can try longer recharge cycles in the meantime.

...

Come back, soon.

[He doesn't want to be stuck out here alone in garbage-land, tonight.]

[mccrane]

Then this is a good start for you. I am sure your family and friends will be happy to see how much you've grown, when you return.

[He wondered if he and Deckerd and Gunmax would change here, too, away from the rest of the Brave Police. If they are gone for any length of time, he supposes that it is inevitable, but...it is also a little sad, not to be sharing this with them.]

...!

[Okay, sadness is over. He has work to do.]

Acknowledged. I will contact him immediately. [He's used to taking orders from humans. Excuse him if he's a little too formal at times.]

(OOC: conclude this thread here? i guess if there's no reply tag that's my answer ^^;)

[not_halfbaked]

When I return...yeah; Tenzin will definitely be impressed.

Good luck with that!

[video]

[mccrane]

You are good at talking, also.

[It is just an observation.] And enjoying a moment of peace.

This isn't the first he's heard of the war, but it is the first he's heard of somebody dying. Especially someone he'd just seen not long ago. He's already aware this Cybertron is probably a different reality, but now you've got him thinking about time as well.]

He was important to you. [A single nod.] And now he is here, and both swords are also here. I hadn't considered that we could be from different times in the same realities.

That could be a problem.

[He does salute you.] Acknowledged. I will try and get in touch with him.

You might want to get in touch with a robot called 'Ratchet,' as well. I have heard he can fix mechanical beings.

[mccrane]

I see.

[Stare.]

What.

What do you use for fuel?

[video]

[sword_redemption]

That doesn't mean much. Besides, talking started our war.

[He shrugs the second comment. There hasn't been much 'peace' to enjoy, really. Though he's adapted to it, perhaps better than some. Like Whirl.]

Wing? [He nods, like a confession.] Wing changed everything.

And in thanks I betrayed him and got him killed.

[Focus on the positive? Not when it comes to lying about your past. He won't hide from it.]

Problem....how?

Ratchet? [No. It's not his Ratchet. It couldn't be. But it would be such a good sign to meet someone else from the Lost Light. It would remind him where he'd come from--what he'd made of himself after Wing.]

[automobile_enthusiast]

I'm afraid it's a little more complicated than that for a high-performance machine like myself. If I downgrade... [He heaves a sigh.] It's going to be tedious, that's all.

[patokichi]

[He meant how are you feeling, but the stiff answer tells him enough, honestly. He won't push the issue.]

Alright.

And don't worry, I'll be back in an hour.

[noparachutes]

Energon.

hooray robot racism

[my_own_trope]

[Frowning and trying to sort out A) what a yen is B) conversion rates C) human economic inflation D) what the multiplier for this new world's scarcity would be...

and then he realises that: A) this should be Soundwave's job and B) he really doesn't care.

He also just plain doesn't like you, you disgusting man-made golem, you~]


But surly you realise that given the nature of your fuel, and how rare it must be here, that it would cost you just a bit more.

[mccrane]

[McCrane appreciates that about you. <3]

I will be waiting.

[And he'll get back to work digging through piles of junk. At least that is easier when you're a crane.]

[video]

[mccrane]

[Okay, that isn't an admission people regularly make. He's stunned, but...

He's heard it before. It reminds him of Kagero.]

I do not believe that you did it on purpose.

[He can't believe that. Not with how you're talking to him, all friendly and self-sacrificey.]

Prima said it might be possible to send us back through the Lambda. However, if I am from a different time than the other Brave Police, and if you are from a different time than Wing...

I wonder how that would work.

[He shakes his head.] I do not know Ratchet personally. The recommendation was from a third party.

[mccrane]

Does it resemble gasoline?

[mccrane]

I did find a truck with 22s...

[He doesn't really understand.]

What happened to your old one?

Good thing McCrane can't tell!

[mccrane]

[He can concede this.]

Is there something that you are looking for?

[my_own_trope]

A few things actually, yes. Perhaps we could help one another.

[video]

[sword_redemption]

I set it up. I betrayed him, and his whole city. I didn't stop him from volunteering to fight.

[Drift shakes his head.] In every way I can be guilty, I am. I'm just upset it took that much to get through to me.

[Drift frowns, considering. He's not really much into science and space travel and all that. That was more Perceptor's area of expertise.]

'Might' be possible. Did he say how we got here? All at once, it seems?

And what the cost to this place would be?

[However much some might want to go home, they had a duty to this place while they were here, not to bring their war, not to harm it.]

[He nods.] I'll find Ratchet. Or...he'll find me. [Prophetic words~!]

[automobile_enthusiast]

......I think I'll take the 18s. [22s don't exactly flatter the curves of his wheel-wells.]

Ah, I lost it in an... altercation~.