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

[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?"

[system_dp]

She frowns slightly as she brings her hands to the terminal and just sort of... Stares at it.

For a long, long time. Unless Pipes actually says something that is.

[planate]

He does, after a few minutes.

"Are you... doing it?"

[system_dp]

Slowly she blinks as her expression changes to a slight frown before.

She promptly puts a fist through the terminal's monitor. Congrats, Pipes, Miria is feeling frustrated by this.

[planate]

"Hey-- hey!"

Pipes goes to take her lightly by the wrist and hold it back.

"Don't break them, working ones are few and far between."

[system_dp]

Good going, Pipes. Because she would just punch it until it stopped working. So she let's out what could be a sigh and is still frowning.

"This Unit will have to gather data via alternate means."

She sounds almost, almost, put out by this turn of events.

[planate]

"What data do you need?"

He can try and tell her...

[system_dp]

Oh, no Pipes. No. Miria will absently poke at the terminal with the hand that wasn't grabbed by Pipes before answering.

"Everything."

She has no information on Cybertron, so she wants it all

[planate]

"I need specifics, Miria."

He taps his chin.

"Do you need fuel?"

[system_dp]

She's about to say how she doesn't know anything, so everything is a specific! But question about fueling, huh.

"This Unit was properly prepared before arriving here," she answers, still poking at the terminal. "If this Unit requires energy then this Unit shall seek out sources."

Aka her canon never actually says what she uses as fuel so, being vague here Pipes.