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Post by Perceptor on Sept 6, 2008 15:06:07 GMT -5
Perceptor nods in response to Hook's request to return with them. The concept of a trap has not even occured to him for several reasons, including, of course, the fact that they are Autobots. By his logic, they would be returning to thr temple area where they would theoretically rendezvous with both his own Autobots, and Hook's Decepticons.
Of course, Perceptor is a trusting sort and has already fully classified Hook in his processor as an "ally," if not a "friend." A classification which he is suddenly reminded that hook most certainly does not place upon him when he mistakenly offers that scalpel hand to hand, rather than placing it upon the ground as he had his other tools. Foolish, inconsiderate, forgetful scientist, he sighs at himself.
"Thank you," he offers with quiet, heartfelt thanks as Hook begins obtaining that crystal sample. He wishes that he could pause in his work to go observe, to watch how the crystal responde to the burning edge of that scalpel, but he has made Hook quite nervous enough already, and there is still much work to be done.
Of course, as he turns back to his duties, the curious sight of Grimlock crouched, optics glued to the sand, arrests his motion and holds his attention.
"Grimlock? What are you--"
'...who you?' Who, and not what? What has the dinobot found now? Nothing for it but to go look, since he lacks his scope to zoom in that close from his position - besides, Grimlock makes a better wall than a window, anyway.
He rises to his knees to shuffle over and kneel beside Grimlock, peering down at the same spot, expecting some sort of small native fauna.
He is not expecting to see another transformer. Certainly not one that tiny. Surely that cannot be what he is seeing; he bends down, almost exactly mirroring Grimlock's pose, chest - and his autobrand - pressed quite close to the ground, as he tilts his head and peers at Spy Shot 6 for a better look.
"...my word... Ah... Greetings?"
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Post by Hook-3 on Sept 6, 2008 20:44:24 GMT -5
The edges of the crystal blacken from the heat. Lasers are the quickest method for cutting this particular substance, but not the preferred for aesthetic reasons. When it comes time to shape lenses from the substance, Hook will use abrasives and metal to shape the substance.
At the sound of both of the Autobots offering questioning greetings, he flicks off the laser-scalpel and looks over his shoulder. No one immediately in sight, and both Perceptor and Grimlock crouched down, peering at the ground.
Evidently, the newcomer was quite small. Still quite dangerous if the newcomer was from his own reality.
Perceptor and Grimlock seem to have the task of greeting the other well in-hand, and crystal doesn't cut itself. Hook finishes hewing a rectangle of crystal, then flies up and back into the cage. It is oddly exhilirating to re-enter the crystal confines of his own free will, knowing that he will never be trapped there again.
The top chimes as it refolds into a closed position.
The Constructicon glances up at once, nods to himself, then sets to hewing out the rectangle from the other side of the crystal surface.
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Sept 6, 2008 21:20:42 GMT -5
Spy Shot ceases his jogging as the remaining distance between him and one of the giants is quite suddenly closed when the other being steps forward and kneels to lean over him. He stares up at the big robot with expressionless red optics, head tilted to one side in curiosity, taking in every possible detail.
Another kneeling giant joins the first, Spy Shot's considerable attention diverted towards the newer and thus more interesting figure.
Considering the first giant's question, 'who you?', he takes a moment from his intense observation to glance down at the panel lining the inside of his left leg where the words 'Spy Shot 6' are printed in bold black letters.
"Hello. I am Spy Shot 6. Are you NBEs?"
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Post by Grimlock on Sept 6, 2008 21:44:29 GMT -5
At Perceptor's question, Grimlock glances back. "Me Grimlock find tiny robot!" However, that soon becomes a moot point, as Perceptor has soon joined him on the ground.
Then the wee little 'bot speaks!
"...me no NBE. Me Grimlock! Me Autobot!" Then he points at Perceptor. "Him Perceptor. Him Autobot too. You Autobot?" Grimlock asks, as his optics aren't good enough to see such a tiny detail on such a tiny robot. Plus, it's on the inside of his leg.
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Post by Perceptor on Sept 7, 2008 11:54:22 GMT -5
Such an incredibly tiny mechanism! Even Holi would find this... "Spy Shot 6" barely more than a handfull. The incredible micronization of this little mechanism must be astounding!
"NBE?" he asks curiously, tilting his head in the opposite direction to examine Spy Shot 6. "What, or who, is an NBE?"
Belatedly, it occures to Perceptor that having two such massive mechs looming over him may be intimidating the small mech, and so he carefully offers Spy Shot 6 the flat of his hand to step up on. He has to press his hand hard into the sand to partially bury it so as to make the step up managable for the mico-sized camera.
The musical chime which he hears in the background, takes long moments to actually register in his processor, but when it does, his attention abruptly switches from the newest arrival back toward the cage.
"Hook?!" he calls out worriedly, noting more that Hook is back in confinement than the fact that the constructicon seems unconcerned by that fact.
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Post by Hook-3 on Sept 7, 2008 19:49:22 GMT -5
"Yes? Who have you found, Perceptor?" Why does the red scientist sound so alarmed? "Do you see something?" Hook asks worriedly.
The 'blade' of the laser-scalpel begins to sputter. The Constructicon maintains his pace at hewing the crystal. Slower, and it would lose its charge before he finished. Faster, and it would lose its charge before he finished.
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Sept 7, 2008 20:11:20 GMT -5
Spy Shot 6 examines Perceptor's proffered hand, considering it as he speaks: "NBE, an acronym for Non-biological Extraterrestrial. Define Autobot?"
He had noted the symbol on Perceptor's chest as the giant knelt, similar to the one he had seen on the yellow NBE's forehead and copied onto his own leg. Perhaps this indicates a link between the two? Not being inclined towards nervousness, the potential link between this giant and the yellow NBE he preferred over Megatron is good enough for Spy, and he quickly climbs into Perceptor's hand, immediately becoming enthralled with examining the giant's finger joints.
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Post by Grimlock on Sept 8, 2008 1:28:54 GMT -5
"Autobot...uh..."
Grimlock is befuddled now. He raises up, baring his own Autobot sigil. "Um... Me Grimlock know it as Autobots are good guys. Though sometimes Autobots get in over heads and need me Grimlock to save them. They getting better, though..."
Grimlock scratches his helm a bit. "Maybe Perceptor tell it better than me Grimlock..."
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Post by Perceptor on Sept 8, 2008 15:41:45 GMT -5
Perceptor sighs with relief as he finally notes Hook's calmness. "No. My apologies. I was concerned to see you returned to captivity." Of course, he's disabled the lock once already, he can easily do it again. Chagrined scientist is chagrined.
With Spy Shot 6 now perched on his hand examining his structures with a will that Perceptor finds rather enchanting, the scientist carefully rises, taking great pains to not dislodge the tiny transformer. Such almost child-like wonder the small mechanism has; it reminds Perceptor somewhat of Holi.
He taps his own rather subtle Autobrand and nods. "Yes, we are Autobots. That is the name for the faction which, in my reality, attempts to keep peace, protect those in need, as well as learn and explore the universe in search of resources to revive and maintain our home planet of Cybertron," he explains, offering Grimlock something of a smile of thanks for the dinobot's praise.
"There is another faction known as the Decepticons who, in most realities, seem intent on conquering everything which they encounter." There. That was... diplomatic, was it not? After all, the tiny mechanism still has not declared his own faction, and having someone, and a giant stranger who is capable of crushing you in the palm of his hand without even noticing, at that, cheerfully explain that you are evil is not an auspicious manner of opening a dialog.
Perceptor inclines his head toward the cage where Hook is still hewing away at the crystal - Perceptor has to curb his excitement for that large specimen and his eager anticipation of working it and having his scope back.
"Hook, there, is a Decepticon, however he comes from a reality where the roles of Autobots and Decepticons have been switched. He is our ally. You have arrived during somewhat confusing times, I am afraid, but we will do our best to offer what assistance and explanation that we may."
Wait. Spy Shot 6 has arrived. While they were present. Unless he had been here wandering around before they had arrived here, but then, why had he not approached Hook?
"How long have you been awake, Spy Shot 6?" he asks. Could it be possible that the tiny transformer had popped up here right under their proverbial noses and not one of them had noticed until he had begun moving?
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Post by Hook-3 on Sept 8, 2008 21:54:40 GMT -5
"That was likely more confusing than it needed to be," Hook observes as he listens to Grimlock and Perceptor explain what Autobots are to someone he still can't see. Of course, Hook is very, very used to people being much dumber than he is and needing things explained in simple terms.
He makes the last slice into the crystal, then thumbs the laser-scalpel off. There's not enough of a charge left for it to re-ignite, the poor thing.
A thin band of crystal all around the block still connects it to the majority of the cage. Hook sets aside the scalpel, flexes his hands, then places them against the block and shoves with all his might.
There is a godawful cracking sound. Jagged fractures open inside the material of the crystal cage. None of them reach the surface of the material, but they blight the beauty of the device.
The block of crystal crackles and snaps as Hook forces it free from the rest of the cage-material by strength alone.
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Sept 9, 2008 18:28:51 GMT -5
Distracted from his examination of Perceptor's hand, Spy Shot glances between the Autobot symbols being presented to him. So this image represents Autobots! That means that whether or not these giants are NBEs, they still share a faction with the yellow NBE, a faction separate from the Decepticons.
For a moment Spy Shot is pleased - he was correct in choosing to copy the symbol from the yellow NBE then, having sided with these Autobots. Then Perceptor begins to speak of realities, and role reversals, and Decepticon allies, and with his limited knowledge and simple morals the little camera finds it all rather difficult to comprehend. Confusing times, indeed.
As he attempts to process this information and make some sense of it, his thoughts are derailed by Perceptor's question. How long has he been awake? What a strange thing to ask. Still, Spy Shot intends to answer, and he begins a rapid scan back through his memory banks. Whether or not the camera-bot was actually unconscious upon arrival, it didn't seem like it to him and so he searches further back, to a moment when he took a bad fall and he had been forced to suspend cognitive functions to free up energy for those dedicated to repair. Having located the memory, he quickly calculates how long it has been since the moment he woke up on that occasion.
"I have been awake for one year, five months, three weeks, two days, four hours, eleven minutes, and fifty two seconds."
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Post by Grimlock on Sept 9, 2008 23:18:41 GMT -5
Grimlock just stares at Spy Shot for a bit.
"...either you been here very long time, or me Grimlock think you arrived awake." He looks over at Perceptor. "We know if any others showed up awake, or has everyone else showed up un-con...unkin... Not awake?"
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Post by Perceptor on Sept 10, 2008 5:41:43 GMT -5
Perceptor sighs in quiet agreement with Hook; he tries, he really does try to make things understandable. When he remembers, that is.
He is distracted by the snap og crystal fracturing, and watches as the block Hook has laboriously cut out drops free. His optics study the fracture lines, how they sheer through the planes of crystal without shattering the structure. That information is quickly and carefully stored away for later use as one subroutine begins calculating the crystal's properties based upon the fracture matrices.
"Apparently so, Grimlock," Perceptor replies as he quirks an optic ridge in thought. "If so, I was not informed of it."
"You did not detect any loss of consciousness immediately prior to your arrival here, Spy Shot 6?" he asks. "What were you doing before your arrival here, and how long ago was that?"
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Post by Hook-3 on Sept 10, 2008 19:42:30 GMT -5
Once the crystal block tumbles to the ground, Hook wriggles through the the hole it makes in the cage. Once out, he trots over to take a look at whatever has Perceptor and Grimlock so fascinated.
Tiny Transformer!
"What an impressive amount of miniaturization! How were you created, do you know?"
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Sept 10, 2008 20:38:11 GMT -5
"I did not detect any lo-" Spy Shot stops suddenly and whirs in irritation. Looking back through his memory banks he has found a time discrepancy between the moment he was in Sector Seven and the moment he was here. He is missing time and he hadn't even noticed. The camera-bot resists the urge to scour his memories for any other blank spots he is not aware of and instead focuses on answering Perceptor's questions.
"There is an interval of one minute and thirteen seconds unaccounted for in my memory banks. I was trying to follow the yellow NBE and the Allspark before I was here and I have been here for eleven minutes and thirty-nine seconds."
Spy Shot turns swiftly in Perceptor's hand as the third giant joins their group, optics scanning over him intently from head to foot. This is Hook, the Decepticon-who-is-an-ally? Well, he isn't immediately unsettling in the way Megatron was.
He tilts his head at the question regarding his creation. "I was made in China," he states, making a reference to another label found on his body. He almost leaves his answer at that then considers that Hook is likely more interested in him as a robot than as a camera. "The Allspark and Sector Seven allowed me to think and move."
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