trans_9 | Greet the (New) Meat! (no, don't eat them!)

There's a stranger in the Living Area, coming in from the transport tubes. He's big, standing about 6'10'', and probably the first things to notice about his face are 1) he is extremely pale and 2) he has some interesting scars. But mostly, he just seems a touch jumpy.

It might be good to let him know that there's still nothing actively trying to kill him.

For the moment.

"Relax, m'boy," says a stout, older-looking man. He's shorter than John, certainly, but something about him just... seems like he should be taller. It must be something about his demeanor.

He offers a callused hand.

There's a robot walking along through the Living Area, looking slightly dizzy and rather confused. His(yes, his, a he, not an it) odd gait seems reminiscent of a drunkard, although there's nothing to get drunk on.

He looks weary, and somewhat snappish judging by the expression on his face, but he doesn't seem to be a threat at the moment.

Come say hi and verify that there are actually people he can talk to?

Starscream is busy peering out the windows of the Living Area, silently lamenting the fact that there's all this space around them...and yet he still has yet to find an airlock to chuck Bumblebee out of. Or a way around the slagging attack tentacles, either.

He doesn't take much notice of the newcomers-yet. Just more squishies to get in his way.

The robot noticeably perks, having been in the midst of scanning the room when he spotted Starscream looking out the windows and watching the stars, and obviously not paying attention to the new arrivals.

"Didn't know you had such an interest in astrology, Screamer!" the Decepticon says cheerfully and loudly enough to be heard even from Starscream's position. The robot seems to be delighted to see the Seeker.

The other Decepticon starts noticeably-he wasn't expecting to hear the peppy sounds of Blitzwing grating against his audios again. "Blitzwing?!" He quickly recovers, however, his optics narrowing. "...Blitzwing."

On the plus side: he's no longer the only Decepticon on the ship.
On the negative: It's Blitzwing, who sided with Megatron the last time he saw him.

Decisions, decisions...

Blitzwing doesn't seem to notice Starscream's lack of enthusiasm in greeting him. Then again, he doesn't really care for that sort of thing.
...
Well, he doesn't when Random is in control, anyway. But Icy notices, and manages to nudge to the front in order to take control.

"Ah...you do not seem vezzy happy, Screamer," Blitzwing said. "I assure you, I haff no intentions of harming you."

And he really does mean it.

Screamer won't make any similar promises. He's Starscream, after all.

He settles for quirking an optic ridge. "More interested in figuring this slagheap out? I haven't found out much besides the fact that we're surrounded by fleshlings...and an Autobot."

There's more than a little disgust at the last word. He peers at Blitzwing again, thoughtfully, tapping his chin with a claw. "I'm afraid it isn't a situation I can say is in our favor."

"Zis place is...interestink, to say ze least." Blitzwing's expression has returned to slightly tired and confused. Again.

But meeting a familiar face is comforting, at least, and he's not as weary as he was before. "...An Autobot? Which vun?"

Random takes control briefly, and giggles maniacally. "Ooh, I hope it's dot yellow vun!"

Icy forces his way to the front once again, and looks slightly apologetic. "A-hem...sorry about zat."
He paused.
"...haff you found out anything about vhy we're so short?" he asked, after a moment's consideration.

"Unfortunately, you're right. Our only consolation is that he's still shorter." Not by much, but it's still nice to be able to loom over the Autobot.

Screamer sneers up at the ceiling. "Apparently, someone decided it was to our benefit. Something to prevent us from stepping on the fleshlings, maybe. Not that I care about them much one or another."

"Vell, at least zat's vun less thing to worry about..." Blitzwing muttered. Then he continued.
"As far as I know, zere are no benefits for being shorter."

The triplechanger looked around. "...Vhat is zis place, anyway? I tried to ask, but 'Stacy' just said zat it was classified information."

Screamer gestures grandly around him, ending with a point at the observation windows. "Some organic mockery of a ship, as far as I can tell. It's certainly not one ours, or an Autobot ship." His expression sours further. "And I still haven't found a slagging airlock yet."

The triplechanger looks faintly disoriented.
An organic ship? That's a new one on him, as the expression on his face shows. Mainly because in the Transformer world an organic ship makes exactly zero percent sense.
He managed to dispel the confused thoughts buzzing around his processor, and tried to focus, running through the last few moments of conversation.
There was a brief pause.
"...er, vhy vould you need an airlock?" Blitzwing asked, somewhat confused.

Mai eyes the new arrival. He's pretty big, actually. One of the biggest men she's ever seen, in fact. Still, her expression of absolute boredom and apathy doesn't change. She finally sighs and directs a comment in his direction. It's in a flat monotone.

"Nothing is going to jump out and kill you. Although, the food might."

"...oh great. It;s the schizophrenic one. Someone explain to me why it was a goo idea to release this nutjob?"

Passing crewmates might notice the bespectacled young man peering across the room at the assembled group. He's not doing much to draw attention to himself, instead focusing on what information he can gather before approaching the strangers. If anyone does look his way, he'll acknowledge them with a small nod.

The crew seems to consist of a mix of all sorts of people, machines, and creatures, and most appear to be dangerous. Billy's not quite the athletically-challenged guy he was at the beginning of his Ranger days, but that doesn't stop the lingering fear and suspicion in the back of his mind.

Help (or hinder) him?

"I'm trying," the Chief replies, though the presence of another human is somewhat reassuring. He accepts the handshake. There's something about this guy, he's clearly older than John but there's a... sense to him. Like he's more than he seems, but it's just a flicker of a gut feeling and it's quickly gone. Easily attributed to general stress.

"Do you know what this place is? The disembodied voice is decidedly unhelpful."

The Chief notices a young woman here, probably not even twenty.

"Good to know," replies, mostly eyeing that big creepy sculpture now. The figures in it are relatively humanoid, and he's not sure what that means. He already knew this place wasn't Forerunner or Covenant, and the Flood had never been much for art. Or for not trying to kill him.

"What is this place?"

Jono's not exactly the most social of the crew. But when Stacy said to be somewhere? Well, it was generally in his best interests to go. If only to avoid the blinding headache she often gave him.

He adjusted the top edge of his uniform, pressing it down smoothly against his skin before glancing around. He nodded when Billy did, then looked back a moment later. While empathy wasn't exactly the direction his powers ran to, he didn't need to be when he realized that the guy was new. And Jono remembered all too well what that had been like.

He headed over, glancing around a bit as he got closer. Despite the looks of 'em, most of 'em don' bite. Least, not 'at I've seen. His accent was British. Slightly Cockney. And it didn't look like anything had moved where his mouth should have been under the facial covering.

Well, that was helpful. Billy's stance relaxed a little, but he again felt the unsettling sensation that Jono was inside his mind. He'd been able to rationalize Stacy as an almost-omniscent being, like Zordon had been, but he began to suspect that ESP around here was far more sophisticated than his early attempt at building a thought-transfer device had been.

The silence was beginning to stretch on a bit long as he mulled over the possibilities, so he decided to end it.

"Most? That's...somewhat reassuring. How long have you been with the crew?" He's not quite sure where to begin a conversation, but that sounds reasonable enough to him.

While Jono, for his part, was doing his best to ignore Billy's thought processes. He was slightly more ethical than that, after all. And he didn't bother correcting the bit about ESP, since he supposed telepathy did fall under that term.

Jono put his hands in the pockets that the outfit created naturally, leaning back against the wall next to Billy. Don' roightly know, he admits after a few moments of thought. A while. Gets sorta hard t' keep track after a while.

"...and this place continues to get even weirder..." Shawn says as he enters and looks at the collected sorting of beings.

His shoulders slumped. "I imagine it would. This disconnect from our lives won't be easy to adjust to."

Another question springs to mind. Stacy's lack of answers had left him wondering what he was supposed to be doing here. Or what exactly 'here' was. That would probably make itself known soon enough, but...

"What is this place? All I've been able to gather is that the technology is mainly organic and that we're detained here indefinitely, because we have been chosen for some task or another."

Jono rubbed his nose, then made a motion toward the windows. Windows that showed lights flashing by in a dark background. Except the lights were stars and...well, it wasn't that hard to figure out just where they were, vaguely.

Starship. Stacy's been forthcomin' with that much, at least. 'Sactly what we're doin' here? He shrugged. We're the ship's crew. Though I'm willin' t' bet most of us ain't got a scooby how t' navigate. Not that they'd had to navigate at all, yet. There're some other computers. Only really know of Andy, though. She's pretty willin' to talk to us, but she don' know much more 'an we do.

"Well, apparently it's a giant ship that flys through the stars and we've all been chosen for... something." Mai rolls her eyes, following the man's gaze to the statue, "I'm probably just as in the dark as you."

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