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1. EVERYTHING STARTS
Thirty years, by the spinning of faraway Earth around its star. Thirty short Earth-years that translate to the full lifespan of the beings born on a planet that runs much quicker around its own star, home planet to ship builders of renown well beyond their solar system.
A long life.
The names of the Captain and the Engineer never left that faraway world, kept safe among the People (as they called themselves) when the two set forth with their incredible ship. It held unprecedented technology, even for their race's innovative builders. An engine that ran by manipulating probability... a successful design could open up so many possibilities.
Those glorious futures are bright in the Captain's eyes as she pilots her vessel. The Engineer, on the other hand, is content with what's already come and gone, more determined to see the end of their journey through with dignity. It is an end, after all; thirty Earth-years and the ship builders pass on to whatever awaits the mind when the body stops working. One last, beautiful trip.
They are who oversee this strange situation. After their ship's malfunction, finding fresh cargo in their ship was surprise enough. Discovering that they had picked up living beings completely foreign to this part of the galaxy was even more strange. The further discovery that these creatures were, in fact, foreign to this entire universe if the readouts were to be believed... well. It wasn't impossible. But it was improbable.
The Captain was the first to take charge, as she had to, becoming the first to attempt to soothe and steady the unlucky travelers. She had always been the more outgoing of the two of them.
Two solitary fingers and a near-as-long thumb rise on a hand dappled with pores. Patience, the Captain urged, waiting for all to be safely roused. Patience, she said, without any mouth or voice at all, and the thoughts chimed like bells in the minds of the strangers. Tiny flame-like flickers of light lingered at her temples as she used her thought-speech to communicate.
An image blossomed in the head-spaces of her audience, a (hopefully) welcoming image of herself and her crewmate. Her species was tall and lithe, nearly eight feet in height. Their clothing carried the same elegant, almost carved-looking swirling texture as their skin, and their skirts flowed all the way down their bodies to swirl on the ground, hiding any notion of feet.
< Hello, strangers! You may have noticed that you are no longer at the where you were expecting to be at! >
The tone of her "voice" became sheepish as she continued. Lingering behind her, the Engineer seemed to glower as best as one could without eyebrows or a mouth to really sell the expression.
The Captain started to pace, and this only accentuated her truly alien nature. Her limbs curved like willow branches swaying in the wind, like there were fewer bones than there ought be in her body.
< There has been a problem with some experimental transportation technology, and it looks like we're all going to be housemates for a little while. >
She continued with a full explanation of the circumstances through which the travelers had been pulled to this universe.
< The long and short story is that we're stuck here together until we can get the ship running again to take us all back to our home planet, where we can get you back to your home universes. In order to do that, though, the Ship needs material in order to grow. Your assistance in gathering said material would be appreciated. We've landed on the planet Canagan, and there should be plenty around. Just ask the locals. They'll be able to tell you more about that.
The exit to the ship is marked by the red lights. The mess hall is marked by blue. I will be waiting there if you have any further questions. >
She finished her speech with the mental equivalent of a winky emoticon.
< That was an inelegant introduction, > remarked the Engineer.
< Well we have to show that we're friendly somehow! > The Captain sent her a thought-speak pouty face, and got silence in return. While the Engineer tried to retreat, she was held off by her partner. They needed to linger, to support these strangers how they can.
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A long life.
The names of the Captain and the Engineer never left that faraway world, kept safe among the People (as they called themselves) when the two set forth with their incredible ship. It held unprecedented technology, even for their race's innovative builders. An engine that ran by manipulating probability... a successful design could open up so many possibilities.
Those glorious futures are bright in the Captain's eyes as she pilots her vessel. The Engineer, on the other hand, is content with what's already come and gone, more determined to see the end of their journey through with dignity. It is an end, after all; thirty Earth-years and the ship builders pass on to whatever awaits the mind when the body stops working. One last, beautiful trip.
They are who oversee this strange situation. After their ship's malfunction, finding fresh cargo in their ship was surprise enough. Discovering that they had picked up living beings completely foreign to this part of the galaxy was even more strange. The further discovery that these creatures were, in fact, foreign to this entire universe if the readouts were to be believed... well. It wasn't impossible. But it was improbable.
The Captain was the first to take charge, as she had to, becoming the first to attempt to soothe and steady the unlucky travelers. She had always been the more outgoing of the two of them.
Two solitary fingers and a near-as-long thumb rise on a hand dappled with pores. Patience, the Captain urged, waiting for all to be safely roused. Patience, she said, without any mouth or voice at all, and the thoughts chimed like bells in the minds of the strangers. Tiny flame-like flickers of light lingered at her temples as she used her thought-speech to communicate.
An image blossomed in the head-spaces of her audience, a (hopefully) welcoming image of herself and her crewmate. Her species was tall and lithe, nearly eight feet in height. Their clothing carried the same elegant, almost carved-looking swirling texture as their skin, and their skirts flowed all the way down their bodies to swirl on the ground, hiding any notion of feet.
< Hello, strangers! You may have noticed that you are no longer at the where you were expecting to be at! >
The tone of her "voice" became sheepish as she continued. Lingering behind her, the Engineer seemed to glower as best as one could without eyebrows or a mouth to really sell the expression.
The Captain started to pace, and this only accentuated her truly alien nature. Her limbs curved like willow branches swaying in the wind, like there were fewer bones than there ought be in her body.
< There has been a problem with some experimental transportation technology, and it looks like we're all going to be housemates for a little while. >
She continued with a full explanation of the circumstances through which the travelers had been pulled to this universe.
< The long and short story is that we're stuck here together until we can get the ship running again to take us all back to our home planet, where we can get you back to your home universes. In order to do that, though, the Ship needs material in order to grow. Your assistance in gathering said material would be appreciated. We've landed on the planet Canagan, and there should be plenty around. Just ask the locals. They'll be able to tell you more about that.
The exit to the ship is marked by the red lights. The mess hall is marked by blue. I will be waiting there if you have any further questions. >
She finished her speech with the mental equivalent of a winky emoticon.
< That was an inelegant introduction, > remarked the Engineer.
< Well we have to show that we're friendly somehow! > The Captain sent her a thought-speak pouty face, and got silence in return. While the Engineer tried to retreat, she was held off by her partner. They needed to linger, to support these strangers how they can.
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"You're a gang?" A gang of fighting robots? Ehh...
He's trying, okay.
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He looks around, frowning, and shifting his weight from leg to leg with a growing sense of unease. Oddities aside, things look pretty peaceful around here.
"But not around here, right? I mean, I can't really te–iie–!!" The last is squeaked, catching glimpse of one of those fuzzy little football monsters snuffling around and snarling. Not again!!
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"Aw, not you guys again." He heaves a sigh and reaches down, aiming to wrap one hand around Sena and lift him up, out of harm's way. It doesn't even occur to him to ask for permission or give warning.
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"Wuh-whoa–!!"
The football goes flying out from under his arms, and in trying to quickly retrieve it and hug it to himself, Sena falls backward into Shockwave's...well, back. Bonking his head sends his helmet bouncing off to who-knows-where while he tries to dig his heels into something to keep from sliding back down outright.
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"Whoa, jeez, hey!" He twists around, trying to get a look at what kind of disaster they've just stumbled into, and decides the best way to make sure Sena doesn't break his neck somehow is to slide a hand behind his back and just hope he's falling at the right trajectory to be caught.
get out nerd
Yah for yelling, ouff for landing on a level, metal hand. Before he can twist and fall off some more, Sena rolls onto his belly and clings onto a finger, just as his legs start dangling over one side.
"H-help!"
NO I JUST WANTED YOUR LOVE ;_;
"Hang on!" And an instant later there's a whirling of metal, the sound of things sliding into place and rearranging themselves. The hand Sena's clinging to disassembles in a matter of split seconds, folding away and out from under him. But he won't have far to fall, because Smokescreen has timed things perfectly, to have an inexplicable seat rising up to catch Sena. A car seat. Leather, actually. Metal closes in around Sena on all sides, and by the time they hit the ground together, he'll find himself on the passenger side of a racecar.
"Gotcha!" It's still Smokescreen's voice, but coming from nowhere in particular. The little glowy Autobot symbol in the center of the steering wheel does light up in time with his voice, though. "You're fast, you know that?"
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"Eh...?"
And even though Smokescreen's awful nice to compliment him, Sena's still stuck on that.
"EHHHHHHHHHHH–?!!"
A, a car, all of a sudden?!
He shrinks, pulling his knees up and ducking his head even as his eyes dart around.
"Wh–what's going on?!"
stares after sadly...........
"It's okay!" he says hastily, though he can't exactly make any soothing gestures while he's in his alt mode. "I didn't mean to startle you, I just thought this'd be the best way to catch you. And I did, see? Safe and sound." Outside, the furry little monster has taken to snuffling around Smokescreen's tires and doors, but he easily ignores it.
frankly my dear i dont give a damn
I'm definitely in a car! A talking, robot car! It's like some kind of after-school anime, something from gradeschool! If he wasn't still so frightened by the angry little tribbles and the whole alien ordeal, he'd be much more amazed by this.
Sena uncurls, hesitant about putting his muddy cleats on the floor of a talking robot car, and lets them hover just above it while he looks about.
"You turned into a car...?" Of all the crazy, impossible things he's dealing with, this is the weirdest?
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He starts forward at a slow roll, looking to be away from the furry thing without actually running over it. That wouldn't be too heroic. In a second, he adds, "And don't worry, you can put your feet down. I can take a little mud."
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Robots that change into cars and stuff. Normal, Earth-stuff? Was there a talking robot vending machine or tollbooth...?
"I've never heard of this before," he blurts, confused, wiggling to sit properly. "I, I mean...unless it's TV show stuff...I thought robots were only for things like...like..." Uhhh... "Like for construction! But they don't look like people..."
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"Well, yeah," he says, tone cheerful. "We're kind of robots in disguise, that's why I picked this alt mode. Well, that, and it looked really cool. Anyway, point is, humans aren't supposed to know about us!"
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Secret transformed robots? But...he said he's in some kind of war. With people? Other robots? Aliens? Sena just doesn't know; there is a whole lot to try and wrap his head around.
Belatedly, he remembers to at least put on a seat belt, mercifully uncreative enough to avoid wondering if he's strapping a robo-body part onto himself. Safety first. But this begs another question:
"Um...Where are we going?" In a robot car. On a planet of beaver-aliens.
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"Good question." He slows down a little again, deciding that maybe he should have a destination in mind before he really takes off. "Did you have anywhere in mind? 'Cuz I could really use a break from this scrapheap."
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It's a bit much to ask to be taken back to Japan, isn't it? And not knowing anything about this planet makes it difficult to suggest...but–
Oh!
"Uh, I'm supposed to be...looking for food-like things, right?" That's what the captain said. "I guess trying to find a store, or...somewhere to get that kind of thing...Or, ah, maybe just a map? To start..."
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It's possible, right?? As soon as he passes the entrance to the scrap yard he really guns in, engine roaring and wheels squealing as he puts on the speed.
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Getting better used to this, somehow, he can start paying attention to the scenery. Lots and lots of cabins...it's like some kind of vacation place, minus the shrines. And humans. But the more he keeps thinking about what's different the less comfortable he becomes; it's probably best to try and think positive and tackle things one step at a time. This step can just be trying to figure out food. A...big step, but he's got to try.
"I suppose I should try and ask somebody who might know..." he wonders aloud, turning his head to watch a passing Yoopper.