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Since there's more than two Cybertronians stuck together, I'm gonna be hammering in a gentle reminder that the Tyrest Accord still exists as long as I'm here. And that means no spreading any of our wartime scrap to anyone on this station. Any of it. Specially if you enjoy your freedom and your health.

To any of you fleshy types: If some two-bit Decepticon lowlife comes in offering something too good to be true, something particularly gruesome and good at making things you don't like explode - just don't even bother. Their faction name isn't there for fun. You'd be surprised how many times organics have fallen for the 'used antimatter cannon' routine.

My name's Fortress Maximus, by the way.

[Yes, it's a mouthful. Some robots have one of those names.]

I'll be here if you're having trouble with any of our lunkheads.

walkingballpit

[ The hologram is rather funny looking, walking in place through an unseen crowd, occasionally making weird arm motions that are either steering people out of his way or a terrible interpretive dance. ]

Okay. Nobody panic. There may or may not be a cat wandering the space station. Or. You know. Crawling around in the ducts. I'm not sure if he's in them yet.

For those that aren't from Earth, a cat is a small, nonverbal ball of orange fur with four legs. This answers to Niels.

[ He stops walking momentarily, but then shrugs and resumes the pace. ]

Okay, he doesn't answer to Niels, but he'll glance at you for a good four seconds before he goes back to doing what he wants.

If you see him, please, please don't spook him. Just call me. He's not a normal housecat - trust me we do not want him freaking out in a confined space. You should see what he does to his carriers.

[ It has, at least, occurred to him that everyone from an Earth is going to think this is a joke or perhaps that he's crazy. He might as well go for broke, right? ]

Um. Better let me know if you see any. Unusual. Light shows. And don't use any high-speed bouncing blurs of orange for target practice. You'll only make him harder to catch.

uneulogized

Got a question.

[There's a very casual way about the way he's sitting in his bed, legs stretched out in front of him. There's very little to show off right now, but he doesn't mind announcing himself.]

And honestly, the sample base seems like it's mostly gonna be robots, but I'm not counting you out. See, I don't doubt that we can all be pulled from our worlds and even from different times. The science works out, but I want to make sure that there's more cases of it.

See, there's a pickle here, and it's in the shape of someone claiming he knows me. I want to make sure he knows me, and not just some other-Earth version of me.

I think we all know that there's no telling these things for sure. Of course there isn't. But I'd like to start lining up the cases.

[There's a pause where he shrugs in an almost dramatic fashion, as if he's trying to make it seem like it's no big deal and just a thing he wants to know. He doesn't have that big of a stake in answers, except for the part where he has too much of a stake. The contempt in Robin's voice was almost too telling.

Jason doesn't like it.

He does go on after a moment:]

For those of you who don't know about that, or don't give a damn, I'd like your take on this. C'mon, let it out. Vent a little. I think we could all use it.

aerospacecommander

[Well, since the other robots made an appearance, it was time for the most important one to appear.

So have a rather smug looking Cybertronian. But don't worry this is his default expression.]

Greetings.

I am Commander Starscream of the Decepticons. If anyone happens to run across any other members of my faction, direct them to me.

Also, as the pointy-headed member of my species already stated, we require an energy source known as Energon. However, since I am not as inept as some, I can make due with almost any energy source and convert it. So ... with that said, if anyone has access to this sort of thing, I'm sure we can work something out.

[If he has two he grab some organics and hook them to a machine as batteries]

alwaysadrift

[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.

badnewsboy

[ it's been a long couple of days, but it hasn't been without excitement. the idea that Loki's in space is a novelty that hasn't really worn off yet. while there are other things that he finds himself unwilling to address, the easiest thing to do is take a look at what's right in front of him.

who gave this kid a keyboard? ]

***SUPERCONGRATS** ON OUR FIRST *SPACE VICTORY*!!!! Obligatory yay for us!! Very special thanks to all GIANT ROBOTS and those that THAT BLEW THINGS UP. You metal-clad fellows were quite the sight! (Insert double pistol fingers.) Unexpected fireworks accompanied with copious amounts of punching fists, I've cataloged the event! I have pics! It was super cool etc. etc.

That said- many greetings fellow space adventurers! I've a few point thingies in need of attention.

1. We're not only stuck in space, but we're stuck in HIGH PROFILE space. Being in HIGH PROFILE space we were asked to do battle to protect it against those crazy ET invaders. All because of the gem-stuff that seems to be lodged inside of us, of course. (That sounds terribly unpleasant now as I re-read my commentary.) So, what do you say? I could make a lot of coin printing "another day, another invasion" t-shirts. Tag line suggestions are open for biz!

2. Now that we've won, there should be a victory party. Such events are usually accompanied by round Midgardian pastries covered in sticky, greasy cheese (or possibly the space equivalent of such), large balloons announcing the appropriate celebratory exclamation, as well as oodles of fizzy green soda. It's a boost of morale! Robots welcome! [ he's making magic fingers at his communicator that no one can see. ]

3. Most importantly: Does anyone have a charger for a StarkPhone? Er- fifth generation. I'm in great need.

All forms of communication accepted and eagerly awaited. Now to save the Storage Crystal!

ETA My desperation for a charger risen as my battery life has dropped! 2% in the last 10 minutes! Emergency emergency emergency! I can't live without it!

ETA It's dying further!

ETA DYYYYIIIIIING.

ETA It's dead.

sorrynotguilty

For all that we are 'chosen hosts' of these 'Infinity Gems,' our gracious host seems to dole out more requests than give a proper explanation first.

[ Megatron here simply doesn't like being left in the dark. there are more answers out there and he likes to be properly informed so he can actually access the situation and come up with a solution that's more agreeable for him ( and now apparently those he feels somewhat responsible for ). ]

What I am interested in, for the moment, is the sort of individuals [ YEAH, OKAY SO HE STILL HAS A LITTLE PROBLEM DEALING WITH ORGANICS, ALL RIGHT ] that I will be working with until this is all sorted. [ yeah, that's... that's about as much of a 'hello, who are you' that he can muster. ] Talents and skills, more specifically.

Drift, when you have a moment, I would like to speak with you. For other Cybertronians like myself, I would ask that if you are a crew member of the Lost Light, to get with me as soon as possible.

[ there's a pause, as if he is thinking about saying something... but then he does. ]

Oh, and Starscream. It would be a real pity if you decide to revisit one of your favorite pastimes. [ ha ha no it wouldn't. he'd love to tear your spark casing out if things got out of hand. maybe he'd even mount it on the wall for all to see. ...probably not. ]

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