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[Hello, everyone. Have a nervous looking redheaded human. Martha fiddles with the camera for a moment, looking between annoyed and concerned, so you get about fifteen seconds of her chest and worried frown. Sorry about that. Finally, satisfied, she turns to sit on the floor beside her bed; she fusses with her skirt for a moment, awkwardly trying to get her legs in order, before sitting pretty but obviously stiff. The bed is too high for her to scale at the moment.]

[Martha tries to smile, but it's forced and not very convincing. She's scared.]

O-Okay, so... I ruled out any cause for hallucination or dementia. What might have caused me to... [She opens her hands, closes them] Well, appear on this... alien planet. [Martha sounds a liiittle overwhelmed just saying those two words. So unbelievable.]

The, um... The acolytes, is that correct? The acolytes explained my current situation, um... How I got here. And why I have this um... [She shows the camera her glyph.] This marking. Apparently I'm... aligned? to one of the "Firstforged" here? Tri--Tri--Trionic? So, this is... normal? [she titters] Normal. Right.

The thing is, they didn't tell me why I'm here. Just that I essentially... fell through a wormhole in time and space. [Martha looks at the camera, imploring.] I just... I've tried just about everything I can with what I have on me to wake myself from a possible hallucination, and it's... It's not working. But this - this can't be seriously for real?

[She pushes a lock of hair behind her ear, rolls bottom lip between her teeth. Looks up.] The acolytes seemed clueless when I asked them about... about a man named Gregory House. Perhaps... Perhaps one of, um, you have heard or seen him? Or a man named Taub... Chase? Cuddy? Lord knows how Foreman would act if he was--if he was here. [Martha laughs again and actually snorts. Embarrassed, she quickly clears her throat and looks serious again.]

So, um, am I the only human on Cyborgtron? Oh! [surprised!] By the way, my name is Martha. Martha Masters.

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Cybertron.

[Cliffjumper's trying to sound collected and soothing, though he might, or might not, be succeeding. He's not particularly amazing at being comforting.]

An', no, ya ain't the only human around, though as to why you're here... [he shrugs, letting out a static-driven huff.] No one knows, so your guess's as good as anyone else's. Don't think any of those other people you mentioned are here either.

[Now, whether Martha will be soothed or not by being talked to by another robot, if a lot more personable than any of the Acolytes, is a good question.]

Calm down. This is real and just about everyone here has gone through the same thing when they first arrived.

No, you aren't the only human here. Can't say I've heard of any by those names, unfortunately.

Hah, wow! You're pretty nervous. Well, you sound nervous anyway. It's sybertron, there are other humans, your glyph is the same as mine, so yeah, Trionic. Trion. Whatever.

But no one really knows why we're all here. Most we've got is that someone, may or may not be a Unicron, messed up or maybe didn't mess up and created the Lambda. Well, that's the story we're getting anyway.

You've actually ended up in the future of your Earth ... Roughly the year 2068 in your time. You know, after us robots invaded and turned your planet into a giant metal one.

Oh, and we killed most of you off.

And you are our slaves.

But at least there is no more human wars.

[she blinks, then nods, firmly] Right. Cybertron. Sorry.

I'm not sure if I'm relieved or not. [smirk] I mean, it's nice to know I'm not alone, and yet... Well. You know.

So, um... You're a robot, huh?

Sorry. [she sighs] And you... look human. But... are you? Wow, sorry, that is probably totally invasive and inappropriate.

Sorry. I should do better to compose myself. [a small titter] It's just not everyday I find myself on an alien planet surrounded by mechanoids, or something...

And... The acolytes told me of the Lambda - which is how I got here - but... Unicorn? Er, I mean, Unicron? Is that it? I don't recall hearing anything about them.

So, are you one of these robots? Do you... Do you go by names? Or numbers?

[Martha just sort of stares at you for a moment.]

Right. Like I'm some sort of Rip Van Winkle.

Nice try. I recently worked with a professional, skilled liar. And I guess there's people with equally surly attitudes on this planet as well.

Yeah, I know. This ain't really were ya belong, or want to be, so don't feel bad over not wantin' to be here.

Most of us don't want to be here either, since even if it's a version of our planet or not, it ain't our home universe.

[Cliffjumper just shakes his helm and crosses his arms.]

If ya want to be simple 'bout it, sure, but we ain't like any robots you humans can... or will, make. Think of it like we're autonomous mechanoid lifeforms.

[He can't quite keep his expression straight because that sounds kind of silly. Even if it's true.]

I'm Cliffjumper.

Can't say I've heard of those names, but who knows? Maybe they're wandering around.

Good to see you've got a marking at least. I've heard rumors about ones that haven't.

Proper term is cybertronians. Unfortunately lacking a shorthand way to say it, but ya can't win 'em all. But no, let's go with yours. Unicorn sound way better. Less ominous. Like I said though, working theory. Info from a friend. Sort of. More like a mech I talked to once.

[He laughs.] We've all got names. Mine's Swerve.

It's for real. I'm Raf, miss Masters. It's nice to meet you.

I haven't heard of those names, though, I'm sorry to say...we're...kind of outnumbered here.

I guess it's redundant to ask if anyone has tried to leave this planet, and return to their home universe? If so, it doesn't seem they've found a successful means of leaving...

[pause] Cliffjumper? Interesting... And no. The robotics of our planet are... Well, nothing like you. If you were on Earth, I'd say you'd win more than just a Nobel Prize. [snrk] Erm, anyway...

It's nice to meet you. I was under the impression there was some "bad air" between certain members of your species.

Cybertronians? All right. I'll keep that in mind. Thank you, Swerve.

Either way, sounds like this "Unicorn" is bad news to your people.

Is there anything I should know in regards to Cybertronians? Like, besides ways to not offend them...

Given the situation, I don't know if they're being here is necessarily a good thing. Though it'd certainly make things a little easier. Even if one of them I'd rather not talk to for a while...

And, no glyphs? Why not? I was under the impression this was 'normal'?

[frowns] It just makes me think of cattle. Branded cattle sent off to the slaughter house.

Oh, gosh, you're just a little boy! Sorry, I don't mean anything by that. [Being something of a protege child herself...] But... Are you, um, are you without a guardian here? Are there humans who take care of you?

Not even sure how far up in the atmosphere ya can get what with that thing that got us here up there... But no, we don't know of a way to circumvent it and get home... Yet, anyway.

[He grunts a bit and shrugs. Nothing to do about it yet since it's not just about the knowledge or technology (or lack thereof), but of parts. Raw materials do nothing if if've got nothing to make them into usable things.]

Been to Earth, seen the rather sorry state. [Even if Circuit Breaker had done some pretty impressive things with technology to create her suit, that wasn't exactly A.I or anything.]

Ya could... say that, yeah. A few million years of bad blood, as you'd say. And about as many dead. [Scowling, Cliffjumper crosses his arms, immediately tense. Calling it "a few million dead" is an understatement, but it fit the earlier words without going off into a rant.]

Branded? I'm...not sure what that means. If it's having a symbol, I guess it could be worse.

The ones without the glyphs are a mystery to even the FirstForged. That can't be a good sign.

So for now, it's fortunate you have one.

Is it normal for humans to have two names instead of one?

[It just seems like a thing he's noticed. Also hi, this bot sounds pretty cheerful.]

You've got nothing to be scared of, you're on Cybertron! Just avoid getting stepped on and you'll be fine. I'm Cheetor by the way, hi!

A war, right? That's the very simple explanation.

[frowns] I'm sure, if you've been on Earth, you know humans are no stranger to war as well. When I was brought here, the state of my planet wasn't very pretty, either.

I don't mean to make you feel uncomfortable, but it's just nice to know the important details. If this war is influential in any way, I'd like to know. [She's a doctor. It's her job to pry and poke.] You don't have to give me the full history, but... Any advice or warning would be tremendous.

It's nothing. [half-smile] Too negative a thought, anyway.

[but then she's frowning again] That... doesn't sound good, no. Have they taken any precautions regarding these gylphless individuals? Research? Anything?

Yes, but not always. We have a first name, and then a last. Sometimes, we have a middle name. We-- [she pauses] Cheetor, was it? Well, your face is somewhat reminiscent of a cheetah. [blinks] Do Cybertronians have felines? Or feline-like creatures?

No problem. Talking and informing is like my thing.

He's bad news to everyone here. Never even heard of him back where I came from.

Well, it kinda depends on the one's you talk to. Some're friendly, some aren't. Pretty much all of us've been in a war that spanned several million years. Most of us have alt modes, like we can turn into cars or jets or boats. Y'know. Normal stuff.

Why do you need a first and last name? Are they like your rank or something because that's how it wo-

Wait, feline? I've been compared to a cat before I guess.

What's a cheetah?

[He's been called that before and now he's really curious.]

You... don't know what a cheetah is? Yet given the implication in your name as well as general design, I... [Yeah, she's confused too.] I guess maybe you Cybertronians have a sort of equivalent to a cheetah.

On Earth, a feline is a species of animal. Specifically, a cheetah is a member of the felidae, a subfamily to felinae. More commonly, these are referred to as "cats". There's a wide variety of cats, from domesticated to wild. The cheetah - part of genus Acinonyx, more specifically - is one of these aforementioned wild cats. Wild cats are, well... pretty self-explanatory. Not the type you keep for pets, though some people have been known to do so.

Physically speaking, the cheetah is usually recognizable by its markings; black dot-like patterns on yellow fur, though this may include stripes. Like the ones on your chest. The cheetah is perhaps the fastest land animal, running at speeds of 70 to 75 MPH. I'd give you kilometers, but I'm not sure you understand those. Maybe not even miles, but... Well, short and simple: the cheetah is a wild cat and one of the fastest animals and mammals on land, resembling qualities of your build.

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