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[ 001 - Hologram] What's big, pink and smells like....strawberries?

[There's apparently a lot of giant robots around here. This one's looking a little out-of-sorts though, and it's pretty clear why, when he holds up--or attempts to--a very large wiggly semi-transparent pink cube. Give him a break okay: it's quite slippery, given its gelatinous state.]

Uh. Does anyone...want this? I bought it in the marketplace. I thought it was, ya know, something I could eat. Apparently it's for organics though. [Don't ask how Drift knows this. A medical diagnostic might be on his to-do list though.] And apparently non-returnable now.

[He has no idea what organics would do with such a large quantity of 'strawberry jello' or why it has any right masquerading in the form of an energon cube, but oh well, lesson learned. Drift sets it down before it nearly slips from his hot little fingers, (nevermind the squelching noise please) and pulls out an energon ration pouch, the pink liquid inside sloshing around as he holds it up.]

I am looking for more of this though. It's our fuel, and trust me when I say it's not good for organics. If you see any though, let me know. I can pay you for it, if need be.

[Just...not a lot. What a time to be without his gold currency card. But seriously people, Drift really, really likes not staving! He's done that before and would rather not again. But you better believe he's just the type of idiot to give out what rations he brought with him to the others of his kind. Because even if he's not fond of starving, hey, positive side: he knows how to tolerate it probably better than anyone.]

So Wing, Rodimus, Megatron, anyone else... let me know what supplies you have? I have some rations, if you're in need.

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Unless we work out an alternate fuel or get that cortex working, you guys are going to be sitting ducks.

You know, that's gonna create a lot of problems.

Y-yeah. I'm not. Looking forward to that.

Granted we can survive a long time if we're careful and conserve, and stasis lock can prevent death but...

Not so fond of being, ya know... [Helpless.]

Going into hibernation. Being broken down cars on the side of the road with "For Sale" signs on them. I got it.

Well, hope everyone's willing to work out exactly what it is we've gotta do, or maybe one of the things they end up pulling in is a lifetime of fuel for you guys.

...or being parted out for science experiments or tech pirates~ [YUP, that sounds fun.]

Yeah. I have to hope. It's in their best interests to help us if we carry a shard right? I just...don't want to be a burden on anyone.

[He's supposed to be protecting people, not the other way around!]

Depends on if you're made of something better than what they've got. [Which Jason would later conclude is that it's likely that they are. Or they think they are.]

And I think the bigger burdens are the guys running this joint. Just saying.

Uuuuuhhhh... [Smooth, Drift.] HA. Not sure why anyone would think that!

[Except there's this thing called the Tyrest Accord which is basically the only thing both factions agreed on: sharing their technology is a big, fat NO-NO.]

Can't say I blame you. I'm, uh, not too impressed yet. But hopefully we just got here are a bad time you know? Hopefully they'll prove to be better? [There is a lot of hope here okay? He's trying.] But, heh, thanks for the vote of confidence.

Could be a bad time, but even if this is out of their control, they're asking for all hands on deck and seeming completely fucking incompetent at the same time.

Speaks volumes, if you ask me.

I'm trying to have some faith, that they'll come through.

[SIGH.]

But I understand the concern. [He shares it.] Maybe there's a way we can help them?

By what, becoming their janitors?

Hopefully not.

[Drift enjoys helping, but there must better uses for him. He, uh, doesn't need to be reminded of his youth when he was abandoned in the gutters, functionless.]

I'll take taxi service over that to be honest.

Yeah, thing is, I don't know how much you'd be able to do, unless you can fly through space.

[There's a pause.]

Can you?

Er. Not really. Not without...a serious upgrade to my boosters or something. And wings. Or wing-like appendages.

[He doesn't sound entirely enthused, either. Envying fliers is one thing, doing it yourself? Totally another thing. Once a grounder, always a grounder.]

Yeah, I wouldn't lean on that as your life's ambition out here, then. Even as an exception.

Nope. Perfectly okay with that honestly.

[SHRUG.]

I hope you're better off in the useful skill department around here.

I'm not lacking in a number of arenas.

[He pauses.]

Though a lot of this space technology is still new to me.

Noooot exactly a techie type myself.

[Though his fundamentals are probably a little above par thanks to racial benefits.]

So where are you from originally?

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Earth. I'm sure you've heard of it.

I've been here, actually. Interesting place. Both, uh, friendly and not.

[HA HA HA, yeeeeeah.]

Care to spell out the "not"?

It's a long story. But in short? The Decepticons, a radical faction among my kind, got to Earth first and were trying to take over. We--er--the Autobots showed up and tried to stop them. Some governments didn't take kindly to our kind period and hunted us indiscriminately.

You almost can't blame them, given the initial hostile takeover.

[Jason isn't always sympathetic to the right things.]

Did you end up making good on it, or did you get the hell out of dodge?

No. The hostility was not surprising...

Thought some of the things that were...done. If it was your people you'd call inhumane.

[Slavery at best and body trafficking at worst. And then there's the thing that was done to Sunstreaker and Hunter. Hunter, one of their own kind. That probably bothers him more than anything.]

We helped resolve the final conflict. But staying to help with the clean up, well. That's when certain native allies turned on us.

Were these "native allies" radicals, or was this a majority opinion?

I've no idea what the opinion of the general populace was, aside from fear. I don't blame them, after the Decepticons invaded New York.

The military seemed grateful enough to us for some things, but it was one of the special ops organizations that turned against us.

Necessary evil type groups. I got it.

[ 001 - Hologram] What's big, pink and smells like....strawberries?

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