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Who: soundwave + you
Where: around...
When: now-ish
What: soundwave arriving late without starbux
Warnings: bad decisions and typos


a: do robots dream of nitrodeers

[ this isn't the first ruined city he's encountered in his long lifespan. a revolution doesn't happen without impact and damage after all - though that is slightly dated now with the new ideologies in place. soundwave can count the number of times that he's been deployed to desolated planets. keeps a good record of it in fact. comes handy when you have to remember the reasons why you go into war, and have to count and weigh the victories and loses. it's an easy habit and he adds this in the list. though this isn't quite like anything he's seen before; from the burst of life -mechanimal that appears to come from another lifetime -to its green energon source, he can't pick which one is more... odd. or maybe it's just a feeling.

he can pick up the few but clustered thoughts and minds in the city. ruined but not entirely uninhabited, it seems. he stayed in the outskirts of it, gather data on the lifeforms he is detecting, until he finds himself drifting closer and closer towards it. the strange pull, his curiosity to those that are there? either way, he wades in, alert and in his alt mode in the event that autobots are quick to pull the trigger as they are wont to do. ]

b: a terminal situation

[ his abilities allows him to seek out those he wants to face and the reverse is true, he can distance himself from anyone approaching that he may not want to see. and he's not very picky about that, to be honest. most are on that side of the city, so he'll go to the other side.

soundwave finds a lonely looking terminal, barely functional but he'll deal, to work with and scan the network systems. a few earthling entries made him reflect on how much he likes the earthlings that can't talk. some scattered images, loosely connected in what he can only presume to be this city's thoughts, past - something.

you can find him tapping away on a terminal and casually ignoring your presence in favour of making a hasty grab for what intelligence he can. or he'll be staring straight at you and into your soul. your choice. ]

c: choose your own adventure

[ they see me rollin ]

ooc: i don't know most of you but here i am, being dragged into this pit. stare at hands/laughs w salad. pls be gentle??

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b

[imatruck]

[Been awhile since Grimlock had been on Cybertorn. And even with his tendency for collateral during his brawls, the bot hasn't seen this level of destruction at all. He is a bit of a spring flower in that regard.

Ever since he learned from Sideswipe that this was Cybertron and their chances of getting to Earth were slim, he searches for a way to get in touch with Bumblebee or heck, even Fixit. That's when he spots a terminal. Ok great, but just as he gets there he remembers he isn't that good with tech. Better get Sideswipe.

That's the moment he finds this chunky mech staring straight at him. Guess he's been pretty loud, huh? But the way he looks at him unnerves him.]

Hey uh...you think when you're done I could get a try at that?

[Doesn't hurt to try asking.]

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[ be like haldir to gimili in lord of the rings, tbh. grimlock is so loud he can hear him breath a mile away. though that's not really contributed by his loudness, soundwave's just a total cheat when it comes to knowing things. like how this particularly intrusive bot's name is grimlock, contrary to the appearance. this asshole and his telepathy...

he paused his rapid tapping and stands up straight, no long hunched over the terminal. it wasn't too long ago that he's seen dinobots around but this one is not quite how he pictured... but seeing as no gun or threat was facing him, he steps aside, a proud decepticon badge displaying, and gestures towards the terminal. ]

I understand it has been ...difficult to find a fully functional terminal. What is it that you wish to look for?

[imatruck]

[That's Grimlock for you, a big bumbling loudmouth of a former Decepticon. Course, he's not as intimidating as his looks suggest. But this guy? Something whispers wrong about his everything.

And now Grimlock is glad his recent Autobot brand isn't so easy to see. But he figures if things go bad, he can just resort to punching.]

Just my friends. One's this red guy with a pointy head and the other thinks she's a cop and then one of them's yellow.

I uh...kinda got lost.

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[ a beat ]

Your descriptions of your friends are ... lacking.

[ he could go on without names but names would be helpful. red pointy head, cop-wannabe and a yellow bot doesn't narrow it down by that much. soundwave can only guess that those friends are less than capable at finding this sizeable bot or aren't here at all. ]

The communication systems are hardly functional. Scare messages have gone through and of the few that are there, there is no one fitting your descriptions. You are free to see yourself.

[imatruck]

I could draw pictures but uh...I got nothin'

[Grimlock deliberates if telling their names would be a good idea—ok deliberating done.]

You know a Bumblebee or a Sideswipe or...oh thanks.

[He already takes the seat at the terminal. And like a grandma at a laptop, Grimlock stares at the screen for a full second before he seeks out help.]

...wanna give me a few tips?

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[ there's a pause as soundwave regards him quietly, static playing from the terminal in the background. then he sighs. because giant space traveling robots can do that??? ]

I know of a Bumblebee, he is here. If my estimation is correct, that is not the one who you are looking one.

[ sideswipe... he has a vague memory of that one. either way, he'll let this bot figure it out. soundwave leans over and points do the corner of the panel. ]

You must tap on this to open the terminal search.

[imatruck]

[Well if they can make a pfft sound. But Grimlock looks a little releived—no wait, not the Bumblebee he was looking for.]

Awww...so uh...there's more than one?

[Ohhh now he gets it. Grimlock presses the terminal, now getting a hang of it.]

Sweet! Ok um....

Find Bumblebee.

[No it doesn't work like that.]

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[ well, he's as sharp as a butter knife. or whatever the giant robot equivalent is. soundwave paused and stared for a moment. because that - this can not... surely... be happening. when he recovers, he taps the screen with a finder to show the logs that are currently up.

good thing he's got enough patience for this. ]

There is no audio filters, as of yet. You must manually enter your query. Surely, you can do that?

[ he leans back again and waits for grimlock to either do something bizarre again or get it correctly, which could be just as bizarre, really. ]

[imatruck]

[That puts him above most his teamates when it comes to patience.

But OK he's totally got this. Yeah, watch him master those typing skills, which is basically him hammering in the names in the query.]

Find...Bumblebee...click....

[But alas, no Bumblebee.]

Aww man. Nobody on here look like Bumblebee.

[Good thing, considering the hellhole this place looks like.]

...hey thanks for lendin' me your thing, man.

(b) the robot pit welcomes all

[aminerproblem]

There's not much more than a few pictures. We're still working on getting them to function properly.

[New arrivals were being brought to this Cybertron all the time, so Megatron isn't entirely surprised to find someone unfamiliar wandering around. He doesn't recognize this fellow at all, though he is perusing for any possible injuries.]

[Megatron was on his way back to the Decepticon compound, holding another crate of spare medical supplies from Red Alert's clinic. It's been a while since his last visit, and he was fairly certain any regular influx of patients would have exhausted his last batch. Still, he could spare some for this stranger if need be.]

:V !!!

[infomatics]

[ it's not so much the shock of seeing megatron in this place, it's the fact that he instinctively knows that this is megatron. hailing from a time before soundwave knew him - which is saying a lot considering he was there from the beginning. no gladiator markings, no misguided zeal to join the autobots and renounce four billion years of hard work and sacrifice--

no, he's not bitter at all. but he can be thankful for the mask he wears.

soundwave steps aside from the terminal and regards megatron stoically. ]

That, I can see clearly.

What is unclear to me is [ how you even exist, how surreal this is, how a future version of you could betray everything they lived for. ] ... what you are doing with those medical supplies.

[ he points, almost accusingly. having mixed emotions here. ] Are you not Megatron of Tarn?

[ not a miner, as he is clearly. soundwave asks a deeper question of whether this is megatron without his sudden new lease on life because that's a megatron he could stand talking to without being unimaginably bitter. ]

[aminerproblem]

Yes... ?

[As Soundwave turns to face him, Megatron notices the very purple Decepticon badge on his chest. Ah. Yes. This probably does seem rather strange.]

I'm sure you're aware that the war's over, but sectarian lines are still rather stressed. Offers of goodwill from either faction aren't particularly trusted.

That doesn't stop a medic from needing repair nanites and refined energon, though, and the Autobot clinic has enough to share.

[infomatics]

[ is the war really over? he would ask but refraining from now for more important questions. sectarian lines established, that's good. there are ...exchanges between fractions, he's unsure about that, as they all should be.

and megatron is... what is he now? ]

Is that what you are - a medic?

[aminerproblem]

[Almost. It's a weird thought, seeing how far he'd come since he'd first pestered Ratchet about teaching him. Stranger still to have someone else acknowledge it.]

I would be getting a bit ahead of myself if I said yes, but I am getting trained.

[His fingers drum on the box.]

This is for Spinister.

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[ is this who megatron would have been - a medic, rather than a miner or a warlord and leader? seeing this megatron makes him wonder how far they truly strayed from their origins. how long it has been since...

frankly, mind blown. ]

Spinister. [ vague memories. another bot in the ranks. ] How extensive are his damages?

[ soundwave steps aside and allows megatron to lead the way. old habits die hard. ]