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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[ancillary]

The shriek was a surprise. Shrill, and lacking that metallic snap of a fried mainframe that implies some sort of short circuit or other internal failure. She knows she didn't hit him which left only one conclusion. That was an honest to goodness cry of fright from something several times her size, and made of metal.

Miranda is, of course, doubtful of the surrender let alone that this thing was even dead in the first place. Weapon drawn she moves out behind cover and has his gun trained on the massive metal heap on the ground.

She can see it cowering and is curious to know how something synthetic can shiver.

"Get up."

She snapped, more disgusted at this display than fearful that it was still a great deal larger than her and possibly armed.

[scaredybot]

Mayday cringes and peeks at his assailant as she demands he get up. Apparently she didn't buy his 'I am dead' act. That may have have something to do with the fact that he can't stop his knees from shaking.

He holds up his arms in what's hopefully the universal sign of 'please don't shoot me', but fails to get up. "I-I-I- I, um. Don't think I can?"

Not with his knees knocking out Flight of the Bumblebee against each other.

He finally gets a good look at her, and his optics widen. "...human?"