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ACTION: A small box outside your door contains a handful of...

thelordofmisrule 2024-02-15 12:44 am (UTC)(link)

[ Recently Bass requested some important information. Who... is the strongest Cybertronian on this ship. He received a hot tip that it was 'Shockwave' but also 'not the Senator one'. There were a few thoughts that went through his processor. One... it was really dumb that there were two people here with the SAME NAME. It must get confusing! Two, while he does (surprisingly) know what a Senator is, he has no idea what a Senator looks like. Do they wear signs? Bass guesses probably not.

This leads him to one conclusion: He has to fight BOTH of them to make sure he's actually fighting the strong one.

This leads him to a second conclusion: He has no idea where Shockwave lives. He could ask for direction, ask if anyone knows... but that begs the question... If they know how strong Bass is will they even tell the truth?

There is now one solution: He has to canvas the ship himself and check every inhabited room he comes across.

So there's the backstory. And that's why Bass, armored up in his winged Treble armor (being able to fly covers ground quicker!) is pounding aggressively at your door.

Sorry. ]

[ upon first glance there’s nothing special about the rubber duck Sun Streaker finds in his hab. It looks normal. But the more he looks at it the more he realizes how flawlessly it’s painted, the subtle shading of feathers, the total lack of seams from the mold… He just knows he’s in possession of one of the most flawless perfect rubber ducks to have existed. ]

[after a week passes, more than enough time to get fixed up and rest, primal stands looking down at his comm device for a solid thirty minutes. he is not sure if sunstreaker will appreciate this sentiment, but that is battling with his concern for the mech's health. also, he kind of wants to know how bob is?]

Sunstreaker. It's O-- er, Primal. I hope you do not mind the interruption. I simply wonder how you are doing after... everything. Have you managed some rest and recovery?

[His first response is: "Why is he contacting me?" His second response is: "That's a stupid question, he's an Optimus." But that doesn't make it any better as he's staring at his communicator and wishing he could burn a hole through it just to avoid whatever is happening right now. The weird tight feeling in his cables like he drank some bad energon is just ugh.

Why is this happening to him?]

...I'm fine. Bob is great. Loves his knew house. Keeps hiding sh-slag in it.

[Great diversion, talking about Bob.]

[there's a noise that's definitely deeply amused. bob is so good and perfect.]

Good. He more than deserves such a nice treat. [there's a pause.] The energon crystal I picked up that Bob had found, I can give it over to you both if you would rather it. It's refined and sweet; too much for my systems to comfortably integrate.

[Offering him treats now??? What is with him? Sunstreaker grips the side of his hoverchair and Bob pokes his head out of his house, immediately attuned to Sunstreaker's mood in a way that soothes some of his tension.]

Hey Bob, want some treats?

[His antennae perk up and twitch.]

...Yeah, he wants the crystal.

[primal, who thinks this makes perfect sense as it is a crystal that they acquired together, does not clock anything wrong with this. he is not particularly socially inept, but he has also only been around the same other cybertronians for 50k years. all these other people are new to him.]

I will bring it. If you don't mind.

[Come? To his room? Of course he minds, no one comes in his room. It's just him and Bob. It's as pristine as Sunstreaker can get it -- Bob does help a bit, but he gets distracted playing sometimes -- but no one has come in. Having Bob made it easy to refuse any potential roommate, not that anyone had asked.

And he's probably been silent for too long. Primal probably realizes Sunstreaker is being weird about it.]

Fine. I'm not going anywhere.

[it becomes clear to him that sunstreaker is indeed being weird about it. primal decides that he will just soldier onwards, however, as it wouldn't do to point it out or drop the topic. he's not really that bothered.

so, a few minutes later, sunny gets a polite tap tap tap at his door.]

[Of course Sunstreaker wasn't sitting there staring at his door the entire time while Bob watched him from his new house. Of course he wasn't going to be that weird about all of this. But when the knock does come he snaps his fingers and taps the arm of his chair. Bob chitters at him and squeaks before skillfully climbing down.]

Come in.

[Primal may notice that most of the room is very clean and nothing is out of place, even around Bob's very big and fancy house. But one of the walls is covered...a very big mural of forested mountains at sun set. But they aren't Cybertronian mountains.]

[he's in his bipedal form for ease here, as being crouched over in his beast mode would make it slightly more difficult to interact.]

Good afternoon, [he says in greeting, going to take the crystal out before he sees bob, where he immediately crouches down. his optics arc in the way they do when it's obvious he'd be smiling, if he had a mouth.] hello, Bob. Are you enjoying the structure Sunstreaker got for you?

[can't be rude, though, and it's when he stands up he sees the mural. primal's optics widen, the delicate spines around them spinning rapidly as they contract and take in the mural.]

Oh.

[he doesn't know how to react for a moment, then looks back over to sunstreaker.]

Ah... sorry. Your work is beautiful. Is that Earth?

[primal is somewhat sure he recognises the trees as the ones you find on earth, but it's a big galaxy. could be any planet. worth asking though.]

[Bob of course likes Primal and wriggles his back end so it scrapes lightly against the ground, the plates on his back shifting to show the wings underneath that he never uses. Not developed enough for his weight. He's in a very good mood though, seeing that crystal. His hands clap together, tiny as they are and immediately goes to grab it.

Sunstreaker is focusing on Bob until he sees that Primal is looking to the side. Then he remembers. And his face definitely does not heat enough for energon to show through. Definitely not. He turns to look for a second, completely casual.]

Yeah. Arizona. Apache–Sitgreaves National Forest.

[He then pauses.]

You've...been to Earth?

[he nods slowly, as though in mild shock. bob is able to take the crystal out his hands without much issue.]

Yes, we... spent a very long time there. I was on Earth before being brought here. It is our home.

[some part of him wants to reach out and touch the art to affirm it's physical presence but he doesn't-- primal has seen plenty of human art over the millenia, and he always loves it. they are such a creative species and seeing how it developed over time was a point of pride for him, as he would never tire of seeing a human proudly show work they had poured their heart and soul into to their companions.

it's been such a long time since he's seen any art from his own species (other than a brief period where cheetor fancied carving comics into tree bark or rhinox using large rock faces to carve notes he needed to remember into them and it makes his spark hurt as he misses them) and for it to be of an observation with such care for the planet...

oh, his spark feels funny in a different way that primal doesn't really pay much attention to.]

I have been to America, but spent the last few centuries in Peru. Do you know it?

[He's not sure what to think about Primal's reaction to the mural. It's not his typical style, not having the right kind of paints for it, but he did improvise. It's very shiny and metallic considering he painted it over with a glossy coating so it wouldn't flake off.]

Seems like a common denominator. Earth.

[He says it lowly, and not exactly bitter but...Something. Somehow it always came back to Earth. When he came here and heard what happened to the Earth of this universe...well. He's not gonna think about the feelings he had then, either.]

Peru's in...South America, right? One of the countries with all the jungles? I never went. Closest we got was Mexico.

[he looks over at sunstreaker.] Yes. It does seem that way.

[it's hard to tell how he feels about that little factoid-- he keeps it neutral. primal, like many others, wasn't thrilled to find out what happened to earth in this reality, but he keeps it to himself. it's not something to talk about.]

That's correct. We had to move around a lot. [keep the key on the move, sometimes people found out about it, sometimes their paranoia got the better of them. ultimately primal's team opted to stay near the site their ship landed.] Guadalajara was where we were based for a while before the city built up.

[he focuses back on the mural.]

...I apologise, I suppose I just didn't realise I was feeling slightly homesick.

Why are you apologizing? Earth was shitty, but it didn't suck all the time.

[Just most of it. Sunstreaker turns his eyes away to see the very happy Bob open his steel grill to reveal the razor sharp maw. He takes the daintiest of nibbles from the crystal, squeaks in pleasure, and takes off to go back inside his tower house with it.]

And he didn't remember to say thank you.

[He's a lot more amused than offended. Maybe he lets Bob get away with too much.]

[he shifts a little awkwardly, and almost looks bashful for a moment. he'll take the change of subject with bob, turning back around to watch him retreat. part of him thinks he should've broken it in half so sunstreaker could have some too, but he also realises it's likely sunny would've just given that half to bob anyway.

worrying his hands for a moment, primal doesn't think too much about how he feels like someone with such great talent should have something nice, perhaps, after such a horrible week, or that he should have it anyway because regardless of what sunstreaker thinks, he deserves good things.]

...I will need to visit many planets we pass by with Cayde while we find homes for some of the Hunt beings we caught. I will make sure to keep an optic out for paint for you.

[His face does not heat up, his fingers don't twitch from even the mention of paints. Definitely not.]

You don't need to do that. I get by fine. The paints I prefer are...particular.

[Mainly getting back into art had him mixing his own. He didn't want to explain the effort it took or all of the ingredients he used. He's not ashamed but...maybe he doesn't want to deal with the potential weirdness.]

If anything, take those kiki things off my hands. I don't know what to do with them and Bob keeps want to make them hive and I'm not having it.

I don't mind, if you tell me what kind. I hardly use the stipend we get, anyway. [he had basically forgotten about capitalism, but then he ended up here.] It's nice to visit the local markets when we disembark, at any rate. If you ever wish to join us, you are more than welcome to.

[he looks back to bob, then crouches down to see him in the house, huffing with amusement.]

No, we must all have our boundaries. Of course. I don't mind at all. I will even accept his ire for removing them so it isn't directed at you.

[Did he just invite him to a market? Is Primal inviting him to socialize? Why would he do that? ~~Since when do Optimii socialize?~~ His energon must be sticking in his pumps with how tight and crimped they feel at that moment. He does not like this feeling so of course it makes him grumpier as he tries to ignore it and focus on Bob. Bob is always a perfect topic.]

Good luck, I don't even know how he got them inside there. I can't go in.

[Obviously. He's not dragging himself across the ground to get in.]

[he sure did! primal doesn't comment further, as he has been given a Directive as as an optimus, this is the now the most important thing in his life. he will not fail sunny. he is normal.

primal nods, then moves to the big house, leaning forward and taking the last few steps on all fours like he would in his beast mode. he hasn't shifted to it yet, where he might have ordinarily, as he doesn't want to risk spooking bob. he has plenty of experience with many different beings reacting poorly when there was suddenly a gorilla in front of them.]

...This is larger on the inside.

[you know what, he's never seen something like this but considering there's magic around and also generally weird tech out there, he will deal. primal looks back out at sunstreaker.]

From what I remember, they need to be corralled with emotions, as they sense them on those who approach them. This may take me a while.

[he doesn't feel super great, what with the gympie gympie sting and general other stress he's putting on himself by prioritising those they caught in the hunt over anything else. this, along with the kirins generally making him think too much of airazor, means he expects to be chasing them around for a while.]

[primal hasn't really spoken with sunstreaker since he last helped him get the ki-rins out of bob's house, as he's been busy with his own stuff and assumes sunstreaker is busy with his, so this message might come out of the blue.

this is definitely bold and he might've taken a while to work himself up to it, despite not generally being a socially anxious person. it's just been a while, though he is asking with only platonic intent.]

Good morning, Sunstreaker. I hope you are well today. I would like to ask if you have interest in attending that ball mentioned on the network with me. It would be helpful to have a break from the work I've been doing, and a ship-wide gathering seems like it would be enjoyable...

[oh, he's rambling a bit. airazor would be laughing at him.]

...It is fine if you are busy or not interested. Thank you.

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