OPEN | Unacceptable.

[ancillary]

Who: Miranda Lawson and You
Where: Outskirts of the city near natural energon deposits
When: It is a mystery.
What: STANDARD PROTOCOL TO DETERMINE - you know what, fuck it, Miranda is prodding things to make sure she didn't just end up in the ass end of Reaper space.
Warnings: TBD.

The regulations for investigating an alien planets she had employed here were so old she idly wondered if she needed to teach herself something quaint like digging a fire pit before worrying about finding sentient life. Her priorities were simple enough: establish organic life can be supported, and assume hostile with potential encounters. The first matter at hand she was seeing to after making her way out of that abandoned, impossibly large city onto the outskirts. Using her omni-tool she was glad to have upgraded from the typical colony hardware for something a little more streamlined and reliable, she was already able to locate a source of water. From there she started examining strange natural growths sprouting around the depositing of a yet to be defined mineral.

"Calcium. Magnesium. Trace amounts of a few water-soluble vitamin." Her brow knit together and her lip curls as she checks then re-checks the readings on the haptic interface of her omni-tool, "It's a damn tuber."

Water and space potatoes. Absolutely incredible. Well, at least she won't starve to death in the near future.

"Should make sure the energy spikes coming off this...whatever it is hasn't contaminated the vegetation." She said aloud, to no one. Speaking to herself knowing at least the company was on par with her standards.

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[chickscream]

Despite flying low and having her sensors open, Slipstream nearly misses the little organic signature in the midst of the giant energon deposit's hotspot, and it takes her another pass to lock in a visual.

A human! A real, honest-to-Allspark human! She's spotted a couple other organic signatures around, but never out in the open like this, and she slows on her third sweep around the area, jets thrumming lowly and teal wings wiggling in greeting before she lands a couple dozen yards away, transforming just in time for her heels to his the ground instead of her landing gear.

"Hey there," she calls, friendly-like, a hand on her hip and a smirk on her face.

[ancillary]

Whatever thoughts Miranda had about using her comms device to hail down the aircraft she picked up on died when it...changed, right before her eyes. Miranda steeled herself for a number of scenarios when that thing touched ground before she could react and find cover. A feral geth juggernaut with virulent Reaper code, god forbid, some new breed of Reaper yet to be encountered until her misfortune piled against her.

And then it said hey there. Thrown, Miranda unconsciously took a step back and her mind reeled to process two simple words.

"You understand English."

She said, carefully, standing tall as she tightened her hand behind her back. If push came to shove she could disrupt that things system and make a run for it.

[chickscream]

"Yes, I do," Slipstream answers, in a voice unmistakably feminine, her face twisted into something like amusement. "So do you, it seems! It's amazing, isn't it, how two people could both speak the same language?"

Where Miranda is standing tall, Slipstream crouches down, one claw-like robot hand pressed to the filthy surface of the planet to keep her balanced as she looks the human over. She's still massive, of course, but at least now she's not towering a good thirty feet over the woman. "You look pretty surprised over that," she adds, definitely amused. "Do you want to know the other languages I know? Je parle un peu français..."