Poke poke poke

[system_dp]

Who: Miria and anyone who wants to poke her.
What: Robot girl is doing stuff I guess.
Where: Most likely near a terminal that's been fixed???
When: Now. B|
Warnings: None, yet.

Anyone who spotted her would either see a small red and white jet, which is when she's flying around and trying to scout out this weird planet. Or, the rare times she's not airborne, a short robot with jet-kibble and very human looking bits that aren't covered by the armor.

Which actually, at this moment that's what anyone will see. A barely ten foot tall robot poking at one of the terminals that remain and seeming to be completely focused on it. Only not really, as any slight sound or movement gets a quick response from her, a laser cannon on her one arm ending up pointed in the direction before she resumes her terminal poking.

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[phase6kindofbot]

For a character who'd been featured strongly in Devastation, Sixshot has actually never seen the weird humans in power armor. He was too busy hunting down Autobots. The sight of it comes as a bit of a surprise.

He's also announced himself miles off with his big stompy wolf robot feet, so whether or not the weird human in power armor stuck around was up for grabs.

[system_dp]

Oh she heard him coming, but since at the moment she first heard Sixshot she didn't deem the sound a source of a threat. So when the phase-sixer gets closer she hasn't run off.

Of course that doesn't mean she's not paying attention, because she has turned her attention to the Cybertronian, her cannon at the ready while her other hand twitches but no weaponry is deployed. Probably because that arm has a nice big ugly hand like dent in the armor and even in the 'flesh' looking bits.

"This unit would suggest you do not attempt any hostilities, or this unit will be forced to shoot," she warns, her voice very monotone and robotic sounding.

[phase6kindofbot]

Sixshot doesn't bother with an immediate answer. There wasn't really a lot about this critter that screamed 'threat' to him.

The voice and mannerism didn't suggest human. Admittedly, his contact with humans had been very, very limited, so this could just be another breed of human or something.

"What are you?"

[system_dp]

What instead of who, she may not have much social skills but Miria did notice that. Which is much different from how she was greeted by the large gold one of these.

"This Unit is a," A pause as her lip twitches into a slight frown as if trying to figure out what word to use.

"Cybernetic Gynoid." Another pause. "Or a robot if you require this Unit to use more colloquial terminology."

[phase6kindofbot]

The 'who' mattered less than 'what' in this instance. Sixshot had little intention of getting to know the 'who'. Also, Decepticons were dickish imperialists.

The answer earns Miria a tilt of the massive dog-former's head.

"Were you made on Earth?"

[system_dp]

Well that's a silly question, where else would Miria would have been built? Mars? The fact that at this moment there are no hostilities also gets her to relax.

As much as a machine that's got very little sense of self can relax that is.

"Correct," she responds. "This Unit is classified as the Guardian of Earth."

[phase6kindofbot]

"Guardian... of Earth?"

Sixshot stares at her for a long moment, optics cycling in a slow blink. Then he throws his head back and laughs, rough and low.

"Well," he rumbles. "They probably could have used you before the Decepticons got there."

[system_dp]

Miria tilts her head, staring blankly at Sixshot as the Cybertronian laughs. She doesn't see what is humorous.

"This Unit does not have 'Decepticon' within it's database," she replies, bluntly. "And this Unit was completing it's mission of the destruction of the planet Naju before it arrived at this location."

[phase6kindofbot]

"The future then?" Sixshot ponders, settling down on his belly, folding his paws neatly in front of him. "Or another dimension, I wonder. There seems to be a few worlds without Cybertronians so far."

"Why were you destroying Naju?"

[planate]

Pipes had been looking around the terminals for useful parts, like Roller had taught him. Or, rather, using common sense. Dumpster diving, it turns out, is actually not very hard.

He pauses when he comes into a 'room' - well, more another open space - with a being that actually moving around. Too small and the wrong shape to be a minibot, he assumes. Regardless, Pipes being Pipes means he wants to see what it is, maybe say hi, hopefully not get shot in the face. He stands up straight, arms out to his sides slightly to show he's not got any weapons trained on her, then calls out a tentative, "Hello? Are you alright?"

[system_dp]

Ka-click, even though Pipes is doing his best to look non-threatening? Miria has a weapon trained on him before he finishes speaking. And wow, a question.

What is with the weird metal beings asking questions? At least this one is closer to her size.

"This Unit is functioning, and is warning you to not attempt any hostilities. Unless you wish for this Unit to fire upon you."

Aw, she's giving Pipes a warning. How nice!

[planate]

He's probably not as worried as he should be. After all, he knows he's not actually a threat and won't retaliate unless Miria does and even them he'd attempt to knock her out and take her to the medibay.

"I haven't come with any hostile intent."

Pipes actually holds his hands up instead, attempting to show he has no violent inclinations at all, "Just looking around, is all."

[system_dp]

And she lowers the weapon. No point in fighting something that isn't attacking, her programming at least covers that.

Also Pipes isn't a gold colored douchebag, so she can relax. Or at least come as close to it as she can, which is just her turning back to her poking at the terminal she had found.

"As long as you do not attack this Unit you may do as you please." Bored, bland monotoned response.

[planate]

"Is Unit your name?"

Sorry, buddy, he's not gonna let you off the hook just yet.

[system_dp]

Enjoy a long few moments of no response from her, as she seems more focused on what she's doing above conversation.

"... This Unit has been called Miria before," a pause. "What should this Unit use to address you?"

[planate]

"Pipes! You're not Cybertronian, are you?"

It's KINDA OBVIOUS.

[system_dp]

"Cybertronian?"

Oh look, Pipes. That question actually got Miria to stop what she's doing and... Well it looks like she's blankly staring into space for a moment before she continues speaking.

"This Unit does not have any information on 'Cybertronian' in it's database," she says as she finally turns her attention solely on Pipes now. "What is a 'Cybertronian', Pipes?"

Hi, she is from a place that never got fucked over by giant shit baby robots.

[pharma]

Having a cannon pointed at him as he tries to approach this strange thing he noticed as he wandered about is surprisingly effective, as he stops dead in his tracks with his hands up and eyes widened just slightly.

"Touchy one, aren't you?" he says slowly, after a long pause to see what this stranger is going to do.

[system_dp]

It is very effective, especially when the things that don't want to kill her will stop and talk. Instead of say, stop, talk and then try and step on her. And once Pharma is done talking there is another long pause as Miria sizes the Cybertronian up.

"This Unit has been exercising caution after it's encounter with a hostile upon this planet already," she replies, her voice obviously female but very robotic and lacking emotional inflection.

[pharma]

Pharma can already tell this is going to be an enlightening, fruitful conversation. He makes sure to emphasize the sarcasm in his head.

"Oh yes, that happens. Especially among our types. If it helps, I'm a medic. Not immediately dangerous."

Because saying he's harmless is a lie not even he can manage to make sound truthful.

[system_dp]

Yeah, enjoy that sarcasm Pharma. Because Miria has noticed some things whilst sizing you up. Not all of them good and the statement of not being dangerous doesn't help his case.

"This Unit notes your alternate form is quite inconvenient for medical use," aka she's good at spotting fellow jets. "Also medics are required only for organic lifeforms."

She's not saying it but heavily implying that Pharma should be calling himself a mechanic instead.

[pharma]

Pharma just stares for a moment before scoffing quietly. Is she calling him a liar?

"Someone hasn't been around for very long, because as far as I know, Cybertronians require medics. Otherwise, I'd have been out of a job a long time ago." His wings tense up, almost indignantly. "I can't exactly carry an entire lab with me. My alt mode is for convenience of actually getting to anyone that's injured."

[system_dp]

"Oh. You are like the one named Pipes."

Man, Miria should probably just assume any giant robots she runs into here are Cybertronians. Even though that could be a bad idea.

"This Unit believes that a medic that is a true medic should be properly equipped for transporting the injured to a proper medical facility."

A pause.

"Instead of being overtly... flashy?" She doesn't sound sure if flashy is the word she wants to use, but there you go.

[pharma]

That name sounds vaguely familiar, but Pharma dismisses it. Probably no one important. The fact that Miria described him as 'flashy' takes more precedent over that, and he crosses his arms, frowning. "I took this mode in preparation for combat situations, for the most part. Transportation is vital in the middle of war."

[system_dp]

And she's tilting her head once more, completely clueless that she may have made Pharma upset.

"Then wouldn't a different flight capable form be preferable?" she asks, starting to move so she can walk around Pharma. "Unless the Cybertronian was being prepared to partake in combat instead of tending to injuries?"