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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[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?"

[system_dp]

Miria doesn't answer the first questions, merely staring at Sixshot as he settled down on his belly. If she knew the word 'cute' she would state that at the moment the larger robot looked cute.

But ah, asking about her previous mission.

"The planet Naju was approaching Earth on a direct collision course," she responds, her voice still monotone and flat. "This Unit was tasked with stopping it by any means possible."

[phase6kindofbot]

'Cute' would be an odd thing to describe the towering mechanical murder dog. Sixshot would certainly have given her a bemused look should she have described him openly as such.

"Were there people on Naju?"

[system_dp]

"There were threats."

None of the creatures on Naju except for a few select shopkeepersnon-combat types, were very friendly. Also Miria doesn't consider such things 'people'.

[phase6kindofbot]

"Heh."

That sounded a lot like something he'd believe when he'd been younger. It was strange seeing his possible equivalent in something of a human form though.

"Your own kin and kind before anyone else, I suppose. How were you to destroy the planet?"

[system_dp]

"This Unit is the only one of it's make." She corrected him, at the mention of kin and kind. "Naju had alien species upon it, all fighting amongst themselves for the planet itself."

Oh, right how she did it. Her back kibble twitches a little before she actually answers that.

"By eliminating the threats in this Unit's path to the self-destruct program that previous species upon Naju had installed in the case of such a situation."

In other words, she killed everyone on the damned thing then set up the bomb.

[phase6kindofbot]

The answer makes Sixshot fall silent for a moment, tilting his head curiously. "Aren't the humans still your lot? Why else fight for them?"

At her description of the situation, the big Sixer snorts. "Sounds like a little mess there." Probable genocide, planetary destruction, war and strife. Yeah, this was beginning to sound pretty relatable actually.

"Isn't the debris from the destruction still going to hit Earth somehow?"

[system_dp]

"This Unit was created by them." That's her answer and to her it is a pretty simple one.

Of course his next question actually gets a reaction out of her. A slight quirk of the end of her mouth.

"This Unit had a limited time to complete it's mission before that would be an outcome of the destruction of the planet Naju."

[phase6kindofbot]

The answer makes Sixshot's canine face twist into a vaguely unpleasant expression. It's not a particularly conscious reaction and he's not entirely sure why he reacts so. Being created by a race was hardly one of the worst reasons to fight for them.

"Sounds like a fun challenge," he remarks. Rechecking his memory of the Sol system, he supposes they could have just let the gas giants absorb most of the debris.

[system_dp]

She notices that change of expression, which simply gets her own expression to go back to it's previous flat one. And then the mention of a fun challenge, what.

"It was this Unit's mission, nothing more."

[phase6kindofbot]

"... Does saving earth mean anything to you beyond completing the mission?"

He doesn't know why he's asking. Did it matter? This was an alien machine, possibly only ever made to mimic self awareness. Even if she were sentient, why would her answer matter?

[system_dp]

And she tilts her head at that. What a weird question, she was made to protect Earth what else is there to it?

"This Unit's purpose is to protect Earth from extraterrestrial threats." That's an answer, or as much as one that Sixshot will get.

[phase6kindofbot]

"Huh."

The Sixer is quiet for a long while after that.

Deciding there wasn't much else to say, he finally rises, shaking some of the dust off of his frame.

"Well. Good chat," he says as he starts ambling off.

[system_dp]

Oh. She actually does make an 'oh' sound when Sixshot starts to move, she vaguely knows she should say something. To end the conversation.

"This Unit found this conversation pleasant," she says to him as he goes. "Thank you."

Miria is sure she did that correctly.

Thread wrap?

[phase6kindofbot]

Sixshot stops only long enough to give her the most baffled of looks. Ever since he'd arrived, these strange people keep telling him he's nice or wanting to hanf out with him. This was not the reputation he'd become used to, not at all.

"I... guess."

Time to amble away a little bit faster.