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.

Comments

[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.

[planate]

He taps his foot on the ground. "This is a Cybertron," Then points at himself, "And this is a Cybertronian."

[system_dp]

"An alien planet then."

She frowns, just for a moment before she moves to get closer to Pipes and...

She is going to poke him. On the face. With the hand she hadn't used to pull a weapon on him earlier, which is the one on the arm that is nicely dented from her encounter with a Prime.

[planate]

He lets her. Pipes has no issues with this, considering poking in the face is a step down from being shot in the face.

"Do you need to see a medic?"

[system_dp]

"... Medical assistance is only required for injured humans," Miria replies, before poking Pipes one last time.

"This Unit is not injured, the large gold colored creature was a minor threat."

[planate]

"I don't see any humans around here, just another mech with a dent in her arm."

A beat.

"What large gold creature? I didn't realise there were actually threats around..."

[system_dp]

"This Unit is still within functional ranges." Aka it's just a dent man.

At the question of Sentinel and actual threats, Miria frowns again.

"It is not a threat, unless it decides to become one." A quick pause and then...

Hope Pipes enjoys a very detailed description of one Gold Asshole, Sentinel Prime.

[planate]

Still, though!!

"If you're sure. The offer still stands if you change your mind." The 'frowns' at the description, though. "I haven't seen anyone like that around but I'll keep an optic out."

[system_dp]

"Why would this Unit change it's mind?" Sorry, Pipes you said something she doesn't understand so she's tilted her head to the side as she asks that.

And she'll add at him offering to keep an optic out for Sentinel.

"This Unit would suggest you do not engage it, Pipes. You do not appear to be built for heavy combat."

[planate]

Aww that's cute awwwww

"I wasn't planning to get into any fights. Thanks, though."

[system_dp]

Not cute, she's blown up a planet before. So not cute!

And another poke.

"That is... good?" A pause. "If Pipes does end up requiring combat assistance then this Unit will come to assist."

In other words Pipes, you now have a friend. A very weird friend.

[planate]

Good. Good, just as planned.

"I'll definitely give you a call"

He crosses his arms, gesturing to the terminal Miria was previously poking, "D'you need any help with that?"

[system_dp]

Just going to tilt her head before, oh right. The terminal. She turns her attention back to it.

"This Unit would not refuse assistance."

That's a yes, Pipes.

[planate]

"Alright. How far have you gotten?"

Not that he's much of a tech genius but WHATEVER he learned him a thing or two from Roller.

[system_dp]

Oh boy. Best be ready Pipes, because Miria is quickly rattling off everything she has tried so far. In the most technical terms ever. It may take a while if she's not interrupted.

But really it all comes down to 'Not very far'.

[planate]

"Maybe we can try replacing some parts, I did that with someone else in a different area earlier..."

[system_dp]

"If Pipes thinks that is the solution."

Too bad Miria is more about shooting shit then fixing it.

[planate]

"I'm not a repairman, I mean it might be. Only really one way to find out!"

[system_dp]

"... This Unit is made for combat, so it is more likely that Pipes is better equipped for repairs."

But hey, she'll move out of the way so Pipes can check the terminal out. And hey, it looks like it's one that has been fixed???

So what's the issue, Pipes.

[planate]

He notices that. After a few seconds of poking at it, the screen comes on and he cocks his head.

"...You just had to turn it on."

[system_dp]

Head... tilt.

"This Unit had done that previously, yes. The language on the terminal is not one within this Unit's database."

She can't read your Cybertronian moonrunes, Pipes.

[planate]

It doesn't bother him, she's not Cybertronian after all. He wouldn't expect her to be able to read Neocybex.

He points at the on button, "See that? That's what you press when you want it to work. The symbol means 'power'."

[system_dp]

Oh hey, her expression changes briefly to look slightly annoyed at Pipes explaination of a power button.

"Yes, this Unit has done that." And she's pointing at the screen, and the few garbled bits of text that are on it.

"This is the issue, this Unit cannot gather data from this."

[planate]

He rubs the side of his face.

"Well... if you have a database, Neocybex is the language you want. Can you get it off the computer?"