Headfins Anonymous

[Impactor/"Imp"]

OOC: Day 20. Event Horizon. Open, but takes place in one of the private rooms, so make sure it makes sense to visit there.

Impactor has finally been released from medical, as they've done all they can do for the time being. He fully expects to be called back for more testing at some point in the near future, and the thought doesn't exactly thrill him, but he's out for now. At the moment, he looks very nearly like his old self. The colors are perhaps a bit duller than they should be, his optics dimmer, but otherwise there's no external indication that a little over two days and one universe ago he was part of a mindless, undead army.

He pauses in front of Room 11 and smirks. When getting his assigned room he took the time to check who his new roommates would be because really, not finding out what he could about it would have been stupid. As near as he could tell, it was just very weird luck that the rooms that only had two people in it were each occupied by a person who qualified as a Wrecker in some version of reality plus a Prime (well, except for the one occupied by the guy who bosses around Wreckers plus a Prime), so he would have had to have been put in one of them, but even so, he can't help but finding the situation darkly amusing.

He actually does knock, once, but that's all the warning he gives before he then immediately enters the room.

[Springer]

Springer is actually in his room for once, taking some time to chill out amid the whirlwind of madness that is being on Pz-Zazz.

He glances over at the door at the knock - expecting it to be someone who needs something. Maybe Xaaron again, or Perceptor. What Springer doesn't expect is Impactor. Well. He did a little, in the back of his head after he found out about the room assignment. (Springer suspects Xaaron had a gold-plated hand in that one, knowing him.) Just wasn't expecting him at this moment.

Springer sits up, pausing a moment as he stares at the other robot. He certainly looks different enough from his Impactor, but at the same time, similar. It's like when he saw Kup the first time here. (Though oddly enough, the two have reversed physical conditions in relation to the ones in Springer's universe.)

"...Impactor." is all Springer can say in greeting.

[Impactor/"Imp"]

"Springer," Impactor returns the simple greeting.

Impactor's pretty sure he's seen warmer greetings among the zombies. So the impressions he got about Springer's reaction to him back at the arrival room weren't off, after all.

As Springer studies Impactor, Impactor studies Springer in return. The designs are very close, though not quite the same... and the colors are off, Impactor notes. It's obvious that this is Springer, but it's also pretty easy to tell it's not his Springer. What was that Xaaron had said? Older, female, Kup issues, different history? Something like that.

He glances over the berths. "So which one's still open?"

[Springer]

Springer points over to the berth that is currently not being used. "That's the open one."

For a moment, Springer just sits there, a bit awkward.

If this is going to work, Springer needs to be straight with Impactor. He told Xaaron he could work with him, and if he's gonna work with Impactor, the air needs to be cleared.

"Ah..." Springer rubs the back of his helm a bit. "Look, I'm sorry about what happened in the rock room the other day. That was over the line."

Wait, Springer's a girl? That brings forth some interesting questions about Troi, then...

[Impactor/"Imp"]

Impactor nods and goes over to check out the berth. There's nothing special about it, but it's still fancier than he's generally used to.

(Nicer than a coffin, too.)

He wraps his hand against it to check its strength, then inspects the wall behind it and shrugs.

"Eh, don't mention it. Was actually miles more pleasant than my first meeting with the Springer from my reality, anyway."

[Springer]

Springer arches a browridge, thinking a moment. Didn't Xaaron say that Springer and Impactor got along famously in his universe?

"What, I actually shoot you then?"

Springer fails to recall the bit Xaaron said about being painted like Decepticons, however!

[Impactor/"Imp"]

Impactor smirks as he checks as he notes the display that can be pulled out of the wall - a simple flat monitor on a movable arm, like what he had been using in Sickbay, it looks like.

"Oh, no. You didn't need guns, you said." He straightens and glances back at Springer.

"First time I met my reality's version of you, you were wearing a Decepticon symbol and a slag-eating grin. You had just slapped a modelock on my back, and you, Sandstorm, and Broadside were in the midst of beating the slag out of me." He looks away to pull the monitor out and look it over, adding, "Emirate Xaaron's way of introducing me to my new troops."

[Springer]

Springer just stares at Impactor for a bit.

"...that..." Well. Springer will admit he wouldn't mind socking his own Impactor one, but this being a way of inducting new Wreckers?

Suddenly, Springer feels slightly nervous about Xaaron having tasked him with forming a new team. Hopefully, that won't be repeated as the first team building exercise.

"...helluva way to to start things off."

[Impactor/"Imp"]

"Yeah, I thought so," Impactor answers, absently rubbing his chin as he remembers the beating he took that day. By his own count, it was rather recent, having happened perhaps a week before his death, but death has a way of making all that seem distant. That, and Springer, young as he was and new as he was, had the feel of an old friend almost right off the bat.

Well, once he was done beating Impactor up, anyway.

Impactor shrugs, pulls out the monitor, and settles into his berth. He grumbles, "Damned sick of going over these files. Probably should have stuck around in that training room, but I wanted to check out where they were putting me up." Then he looks up at Springer, a puzzled frown on his face.

"By the way, you got any clue why the blazes we've got a Mayhem hard-light sim room?"

[Optimus Prime]

Huh, there's a sound coming from my room, Optimus thinks to himself. Springer's not one to entertain guests, who should it be?

Ah, he said something about where he was put up, that explains it then.

He rounds the corner to see the taller Impactor. "Ah.. greetings." is all he can think to say. He's stopped introducing himself automatically. What can he say? Hi, I'm Optimus, no, not that one, a scrappier one? But then he'll probably make that assumption, but that's just arrogant, he might not know who he is, after all not everyone knows...

After a moment of sheer awkwardness, Optimus finally thinks of something else to say. "I overheard you've been assigned here?"

[Springer]

Springer shrugs at Impactor. "I...dunno, I thought Perceptor or some of the other techie guys made it. Useful for training. Or blowing off some steam."

Oh hey, there's their third. "Hey Optimus, we got us a third roomie now. Optimus, Impactor; Impactor, Optimus." The Prime is a welcome distraction, though it may encourage Springer to put off telling Impactor why Springer pulled that gun on him in the first place.

[Impactor/"Imp"]

Impactor snorts at Springer's explanation. "Sure it's useful. Wouldn't have minded getting ahold of that tech back home, though it's got other problems. Easier to scrounge up the parts to make a fascimile construct than the juice to run something like that, and a power draw like that's gonna make you easier to find." He looks around at the clean walls of the ship. "I'm guessing those aren't issues here."

As Optimus arrives and Springer introduces them, he nods, apparently not particularly concerned whether or not the Prime had overheard his talk on the sim rooms. He doesn't seem particularly startled by the other mechanoid's appearance or name, but then, he had checked up on who his roommates were going to be before he arrived. "Optimus," he greets, leaning forward to offer his hand for a handshake.

His left hand, of course.

[Optimus Prime]

Optimus suddenly moves as if to shake his hand, freezes after a moment and then extends his left hand.

"Ah, your name is Impactor. That's why I thought you looked familiar." Optimus says. "I know one from where I come from as well, he looks similar to you.

"Well, welcome to our humble abode. How long have you been here on the ship?"

[Springer]

Springer nods at Impactor - "Even though we do have that, our resources are still fairly limited. S'why we've got a smaller Omega Supreme, and Ultra Magnus looks like you fell in a vat of white paint," Springer says, pointing at Optimus.

Waitaminute.

"...your universe had an Impactor as well?"

[Impactor/"Imp"]

Impactor nods. He's actually not surprised to hear about Optimus Prime's Impactor. "Ah, yeah. The other Prime from your reality, Sentinel, mentioned it when he came by sickbay." Impactor frowns sourly as he recalls why he had come by sickbay, and he glances at Springer. "Guess I should let you know, we... ah, got a DOA Sandstorm." The frown deepens, turning slightly bitter. "Xaaron confirmed it to be our reality."

Then his optics flicker. "Wait a minute. Why would Magnus look like a white paint Optimus?"