Arrival: Unexpected Reassignment

[Pee-Dee]

The sky is a very pretty shade of blue-violet.

At a familiar point in the zoo of this city, a rusty-looking motorcycle'former lies sprawled on her chest. She's hard to pick out from the red-orange metal of the pathways, hard to notice at all as anything other than a random lump of detritus. Perhaps the Gillanians left a wrecked motorcycle here before they disappeared.

Except she wasn't here an hour ago.

[Omega Supreme]

Omega Supreme stands watch over the zoo in rocket base mode. He's fairly hungry, but doing watch sweeps takes barely any power at all. The motorcycle stands out to him.

Given the debacle with Screwdriver, he is wary. However, he knows that Junkions are allies, and he's pretty sure she's a Junkion. Hopefully, she's one who was told by Wreck-gar that Autobots are friends no foes.

Omega Supreme intones, "Motorcycle, identification: requested." To the motorcycle, the sounds seems to come from the grey tower behind some of the buildings.

Other people may well hear him and want to check on what he means.

[Pee-Dee]

Red optics flicker on. Oh, looky-looky, she's faceplanted on the ground. Did she go and do something stupid like have a few cups with Kung-Pow? She hopes not - him going Legend of the Drunken Master usually meant she had to go and collar him before someone else tried to take it out of his hide for distressing their stuff.

"Thought you were off the liquor, Pee-Dee. Liquor is bad. Weakens your character,"¹ she mutters as she pushes herself into a sitting position.

The sky is the wrong color.

To be perfectly precise, there was a sky at all. And an atmosphere. Junk didn't have those, not really.

Time to lay out the facts.

1) She wasn't on Junk or Cybertron.
2) She had no idea how she'd wound up here.
3) There was no one else around.

Abduction of a law officer wasn't any Junkion's style, even the bad seeds. Accidentally sold for scrap and dumped when the buyers noticed she was alive? A possiblity. Not a strong one, but a possiblity.

Then someone from a grey tower in the distance hails her and asks for identification. Well, that nullified fact number three.

She stands up, drawing herself up ram-rod straight, blocky heels clicking together. "I'm just a soul with an innocent face, a regular boy dressed in blue."²

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1. The Naked City

2. "Crossfire", Jethro Tull

[Omega Supreme]

Omega Supreme can say with certainly that she's a Junkion, then, and at least she didn't go off and do anything threatening. All of this seems fairly encouraging to him, but Omega Supreme is well used to crushing disappointments. He rumbles, "Name, timestamp: requested."

He's also going to radio on Autobot broadband and fetch someone out here who can a) move during non-critical times and b) is a better conversationalist than he is.

[Pee-Dee]

Not-so-oddly, Pee-Dee isn't listening to the Autobot broadband. After all, it's a fairly specialist frequency on her homeworld, she darned sure she's not on the Autobot homeworld, and she's seen no evidence that there are even Autobots around.

The Junkion broadband, usually alive with multiple conversations running over and under each other, is worryingly silent. Maybe she really did get sold for scrap.

"Sergeant Pee-Dee, attached to the planet Junk under Captain Wreck-Gar!" She answers, falsely cheerful. "Who're you?"

[Omega Supreme]

Omega Supreme doesn't even think about lying or being deceptive. He's an Autobot, and people who don't know that will know soon enough. He can be seen from orbit. Secrecy is a rather useless concept to him.

So she's a Junkion. He was right. Unsurprising.

Omega Supreme answers, "Designation: Omega Supreme. Faction: Autobot."

Something does occur to him, and he inquires, "Screwdriver: familiar?"

It's like asking Jess from America if she knows Scott from New Zealand, but sometimes it works.

[Pee-Dee]

An Autobot, eh? Well, where there's one, there are others-

Screwdriver.

Pee-Dee shifts forward, the shield on her left arm swinging down into a ready position. Drokk! If that little girl was here, there was a whole heapload of trouble she had to deal with before she could leave. You don't leave someone who can't figure out that broken organics can't be fixed out on an organic world unsupervised. Especially not one as nastily clever as Screwdriver.

Time to stop shooting the breeze and get to work.

"Yes, I do," she growls out. "What is her current location, citizen?"

[Omega Supreme]

Omega Supreme is a citizen? That's a really weird thing to call him! Then again, Cybertron belongs to the Autobots now, so he guesses he does have a legitimate home of which to be a citizen, but there's really no place he'll ever call home again. Home is a shattered place in his soul, and he can't go back there.

So this Pee-Dee does know of a Screwdriver. Might not be the same one, but it's a start. Doesn't seem like she likes her.

He reports evenly, "Location: unknown."

[Pee-Dee]

"Last recorded location?" She snaps.

[Omega Supreme]

Pushy, isn't she? She really wants to know where Screwdriver is. Omega Supreme wonders if perhaps he has not seen a similar urgency before... the last time he found a body of water still enough that he might use it as a mirror.

Still even, he reports, "Medical."

[Pee-Dee]

"Right. Yeah, she'd be there if this is an Autobot joint. Question is, did she leave any trace of where she went...?" Pee-Dee mutters to herself.

Speaking of Autobots, time to flip on her Autobot broadband and General Cybertron broadband. She might learn something if she kept her mouth closed and her ears perked.

Pee-Dee transforms, engine revving as she rolls forward. Then-

"Where's Medical?"

[Wedge]

Wedge drives as quickly as he can towards the given coordinates. He ends up running the rest of the way out of sheer impatience and skids to a halt at the sight of an orange motorcycle ahead. Orange motorcycle? Didn't Screwdriver turn into an orange motorcycle?

"Screwdriver! Is that you?"

[Omega Supreme]

Omega Supreme chuckles, not unkindly. He rather hopes that Wedge gets here soon to explain things to her. He can also show her where Medical is. Omega Supreme doesn't fit inside. He soothes, "Assistance: coming."

Then Wedge does show up!

He explains to Wedge, "Designation: Pee-Dee."

[Pee-Dee]

"Thank you, eye-in-the-sky," Pee-Dee calls out as the promised assistance arrives in a timely fashion.

... And opens with an utter inability to tell one Junkion from the next. Yep, these were Autobots all right.

She'd have at least thought the chrome front would have given it away that she wasn't the escaped felon.

"No, I'm not Screwdriver," she answers the bulldozer. "Name's Pee-Dee. Law enforcement, attached to planet Junk. You? And let's walk and talk here - I need to get to Medical."

[Wedge]

Well, Screwdriver could have gotten really shiny since the last time he saw her. You never knew. Wedge at least has the sense to look a little abashed at mixing up Pee-Dee's identity.

"Sorry 'bout that," he apologizes with a grin. The Buildbot reaches out a hand for shaking. "It's nice to meet you, my name's Wedge. Leader of the Build Team and I guess I was attached to Earth before getting here."

"I suppose I should explain where 'here' is right? Well, you're on Gillanan III. A whole lot of us got dumped here from our perspective worlds here. Dunno why or how. Well, we Autobots have made our base here. There's also some Decepticons who knows where. But hey, we work hard to protect our own, right?" It's at the end that he looks up at Omega Supreme.

At Pee-Dee's question about the Medical: "Medical? Are you hurt?" Wedge's concern is evident as he looks over Pee-Dee, checking for any obvious wounds.