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Who: Jetfire & You
Where: The Skies || Crater
When: Jetfire's arrival
What: Jetfire being a science nerd
Warnings: Shouldn't be any???

Crater

Now Jetfire doesn't quite believe in the supernatural. There must always be a reasonable explanation - through science first and foremost. This is why, even though he is clearly there and standing and not in five million pieces, he doesn't automatically assume some kind of miracle has transpired. He doesn't believe that there is an afterlife so that can't be where he is either. Igniting his thrusters, Jetfire hoists himself up to at least get out of the crater and to get a better viewpoint.

What the scientist sees should be surprising. However, it isn't. Jetfire can make an educated guess that this is Cybertron. The metallic terrain is all but telling. What he doesn't understand is why there are some signs of organic life. Jetfire wants to get some readings of this planet, this Cybertron. What could have changed the planet so to make organic life sustainable? His nature could get the best of him, if he allows his mind to continue. Instead he needs to focus on finding answers. Is this really Cybertron? If so, then how did he get here?

This isn't the first time he has essentially woken to a crisis after spending a lot of time in stasis. Granted, Jetfire isn't sure that this is the case, but that is the logical assumption. Someone must have been able to salvage something of him after the explosion. Fixed him up. There can't be any other explanation.

In Flight

What's the best way to get a good lay of the land? By taking to the skies, of course. Not only is this testing to see just how well Jetfire's systems are working. From up here, he can see the terrain and maybe find others. That isn't his primary goal. Jetfire is a scientist and explorer and socialization isn't his one of his skill sets. Still, there is something to be said about being in his alt mode and cruising along. If only he had a lab or something. The need to tinker with his sensors so he could pick up appropriate data is strong.

This is going to have to do. Traditional observation might suffice until he can work on some upgrades or something.

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A purple jet rolls down out of the sky, dropping into the air ahead of Jetfire and wiggling its wings in greeting before falling back to pace him.

"Haven't seen you around before," Slipstream calls over the space between her and the white-and-red... uh... plane thing? (She can't quite tell if he's supposed to be a jet or a spaceship, though she supposes it also doesn't matter much.

Hopefully, he'll feel the same way about the Decepticon markings on her wings as she does about what his altmode is supposed to be.)

"You new, or have you just been grounded?" she continues, tone more curious than anything else.

As long as Slipstream doesn't mind Autobot symbols on Jetfire, he doesn't seem to care much about those purple markings the other jet bares. Frankly, she's probably right on the mark with the 'something in between.' All it means is that he can ward off radiation and fly in and out of various types of atmospheric conditions.

"That would likely because I just recently 'arrived,' if you can call it that," he responds.

The paint job isn't one he recognizes. Nothing unusual there, though.

Starscream is doing his usual fly around everywhere when he picks up a familiar color scheme in the distance. It couldn't be, could it? But in any case he zips forward with his thrusters ignited to full power.

And inwardly embarrassing himself a little on how fast he jumped on this. When he gets near the creator and the figure there, he instantly transforms, though he stays hovering up high.

"Jetfire?!"

That certainly looked like Jetfire. But he got taken out in that explosion. Maybe this is another Jetfire and Starscream will just kill him.

Or maybe manipulate him.

Or maybe manipulate him and then kill him.

Best friend forever.

"Let's call it that, then," she agrees, and rolls to fly upside-down above him, tone conversational. "Anyone gotten around to telling you about this place yet? I'm pretty new myself, but it isn't too bad, you know. No wars to get caught up in, Megatron's learning to be a nurse, the skies are open and empty..."

She assumes literally everyone knows who Megatron is, because who doesn't know who Megatron is?

"I was under the impression that his placement in the medical field would be a mortician," Jetfire rumbles out. Dry and sarcastic. In what way could Megatron ever pick up something that requires patience? Finesse? Actually giving a scrap about someone other than himself? Jetfire doesn't believe a word of that.

Instead of thinking about that too much, he goes for a lazy roll. He isn't the fancy flier that Starscream is. This flight is still meant to test things out all the same.

"So, tell me... What sort of Cybertron are we flying over here?"

Of course who doesn't know that voice? Jetfire doesn't even need specialized equipment to know who it is that is heading his way.

"I'm not at all surprised to see you here as well, Starscream."

Disaster kind of goes with the other jet, after all. Disaster and destruction, anyway. There is kind of a lot of that surrounding them. It makes Jetfire wonder if his old friend had something to do with the state of this planet. While Starscream may want to rule over the universe, Jetfire also knows how ruthless and spiteful the other can be.

"I know, right? I was like, 'No way! Megatron? Big grey and scary Megatron? Putting patches on scrapes? You're kidding me!' But no, it's true, I swear." She laughs, her rough voice surprisingly cheerful.

"Anyway, I've been told it's all war-torn and dead and empty. I don't have any memories of Cybertron to compare it to, so I've gotta take other bots at their word, but that doesn't seem too wrong, and I sure haven't met any bots that're from here, even if they're from a Cybertron."

This other jet seems to be serious. Like she actually means that Megatron is trying to be a what... Nurse? That is a terrifying thought and Jetfire hopes that there will not be a need to visit a medic any time soon.

"Wonderful..."

Then something else strikes Jetfire as odd. No memories of Cybertron? How is that even possible? "Did something happen to your memory?"

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"What? Oh. I wasn't made on Cybertron," she clarifies, casually, "and the guy who made me hadn't been home in a few million years."

Also, yeah, Nurse Megatron is the most hilariously terrifying thing in the universe, but Slipstream's been in too good of a mood to dwell on the bad parts of that idea. It could be worse, after all. It could be any other Decepticon ever! At least Megatron's got a good processor in his noggin.

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"How did the get the energy to generate a new spark, I wonder..."

He says it more out loud than actually asking. Musing! It's not really impossible, but it isn't exactly an easy task to accomplish.

"I had thought that the people would rebuild. Perhaps that is too hopeful of me."

"Before you say anything else, I had nothing to do with this."

Starscream drifted in closer to Jetfire, but still kept a reasonable distance. He still wasn't sure if this was his Jetfire or not. Could be.

"Do you have any idea how you got here?"

"Hmm. You beat me to the question I felt inclined to ask."

It's a respectable distance, honestly. A bit suspicious, but it's Starscream. He doesn't always do the most reasonable things, now does he?

"I figured that you would know that answer, Starscream. Isn't it you that kept me in that ice prison for who knows how long? I assumed it was much the same..."

"Do you actually want to know?"

It's not a secret, really, not when her loudmouth brothers have gone skittering all over the universe and gotten captured by Autobots and generally been useless. She's perfectly willing to let this big fellow in on how Starscream did it!

"And they are, I guess. Just not whatever people were here before." In jet mode, she can't actually shrug, but she manages to infuse shrugginess into her voice.

"I'd be interested in learning."

If only because he's curious. Scientist first and all. Maybe there's some sort of alternate energy source that is more cost effective. Given time, Jetfire likely could find something. However, that is not his primary goal. An increase in their population isn't the solution to aiding Cybertron at this point in time.

"I am Jetfire, by the way," he mentions. It's not as if he knows this jet. "I don't believe I recognize you at all."

"My name's Slipstream," she introduces herself, "and the secret is that I don't have a spark at all."

Oh, she hopes he does an intense double-take at that-- maybe wobbles in his trajectory, maybe squawks a noise of surprise-- so she can laugh before forging on, "My creator got a chunk of the Allspark stuck in him, and he split shards off of it to shove into some protoforms to make me and my brothers. It was a pretty brute-force way of making us, but it worked-- if you don't mind that all my brothers are awful and we've all only got one personality trait apiece."

She does a gentle roll, falling back in beside him, before it occurs to her to ask, "You know what the Allspark is, right?" In a universe where Megatron tended to the sick, anything was possible, after all.

Slipstream gets what she wants with that. There's a bit of a stall in Jetfire's engine. To not have a spark... Can someone even be considered alive without it? Jetfire is suddenly very unsure about the sanity of the person he happens to be flying with. Even the tale, about her creator splitting off shards of this Allspark? How unlikely is that?

"I haven't heard of it, no," he admits. Hey, he's still lost in thought. "Are you sure you're in peak condition?"

She bursts into laughter at his stalling, and again at his question, wobbling a little in the air. "Are you kidding? I feel fantastic!"

It's even true. Having an open sky and no enemies to bother her, having company she doesn't loathe with every wire in her body, having conversations-- not being alone and hiding-- she's never been happier in her short, short life, and only her desire to not look silly keeps her from throwing herself into loops and corkscrews right then and there.

Her voice still full of laughter, she continues, "Anyways, the Allspark makes sparks in the first place; having a bit of it in my chest seems to work just fine. It's just a more direct path from energy to life, right?"

"You were in a CR Chamber. It was for your own, ahhhh ... good." Yes, that was it. He will go with that.

He shrugs his shoulders in a relaxed fashion before folding his arms across his chest. Maybe he should actually land to continue this conversation, but nah. Not yet.

"I have no idea how we are here, and haven't been able to get much information from the other displaced 'locals.'"

[Optimus had seen someone pass overhead, and for a moment, had considered it was just Starscream (or one of them). There weren't too many jets to take count of just yet (oh how wrong you were, Optimus), but white...that certainly gave a tip off.

But as it comes closer into view, Optimus can't help but narrow his optics in curiosity. This one was...certainly larger than Starscream, and vaguely familiar. He doesn't bother to wave him down, but he certainly gets to higher ground to be noticed, eyes firmly locked onto the jet.

If he was correct...this would certainly be a welcome face. He just hoped he was.]

Jetfire huffs. That would be Starscream's answer for that. Thankfully, the larger jet isn't going to press that. There are other things to worry about right now, aren't there? He can rib Starscream later. If he wants.

Being on the same level might make it easier to talk, yes. Usually it's Jetfire that towers so he supposes he can give Starscream this. For now.

"What do you know?"

[ yes it's a good thing that Optimus has taken to higher ground. that red and blue combination can't be mistaken for anyone else.

Jetfire turns around, heading back to the other Autobot. he transforms midair and slowly makes his descent down to the Prime's level. ]

Optimus Prime.

"You certainly remind me of someone..."

Five guesses as to who that might be. There's something about Slipstream that reminds him a lot of Starscream - that needing to make a shocking comment.

"Allspark, you say? I've never heard of anything other than the Matrix creating a spark - or something of equal power."

So no one has explained to Jetfire about alternate universes yet.

"We are on a Cybertron where the population murdered each other out of existence. And there are people from alternate Cybertrons other than our own."

He can't comment on the organics because he hadn't met any yet and who cares about them anyway.

For a moment, Jetfire stares at Starscream. He is trying to access how much truth there is in that tale. Alternate Cybertron? Alternate realities aren't really a scientific fact, but they can't really be disproved either...

Then there is wondering if Starscream really does have nothing to do with this. Face it, this could be one of those terrible plans of his old friend's that backfire. Maybe.

Jetfire isn't too sure.

"Proof?"

Well. He has to ask, right?

Proof? Of course Jetfire would ask for that like the stupid overly scientific jet he is. Starscream just gives him a 'you've got to be kidding me' sort of expression.

"What do you want me to do? Go kidnap my alternate and throw him at your feet so that you'll believe me? Look around you, Jetfire. This isn't some devious plot of mine."

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it is okay friend we will carry on somehow

very slowly

/pats gently

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