I need a weapon.

[prettycoolguy]

The Master Chief, after some trial, error, and wandering, has managed to locate the "equipment locker room", as that strange girl called it. Or at least, he's pretty sure that's what this is if the STUFF lying around is anything to judge by.

He's busy roving along the front of the massive warehouse-like space, looking for his weapons and hopefully his armor. He's not aware of the fact it's locked away somewhere else with all the dangerous stuff, but he should be running across his guns and grenades soon.

Feel free to join him in the investigation.

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[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Samus, who had already paid a visit to the locker room once today, had found her way back here. It was much bigger than she originally assumed, though before she had only spend just long enough to find her Paralyzer gun. After being totally uninterested in the rest of the crew, she decided to go back and maybe take a better look around and find something with a little more "oomph." Nothing was probably a match for her suit but she'd have to find a substitute.

[prettycoolguy]

The Chief notices there's another stranger in here, yet another member of this mysterious "crew" Stacy has.

"Hello," he says, nodding once and pausing momentarily in his search.

"You looking for something too?"

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Samus stops her search for a moment to look up at the man who addressed her. She was quick and not very obvious with her observations. Tall, had some interesting scars, hmm.

She makes eye contact with him before nodding quickly, "Yes."

[prettycoolguy]

"Same," he says, shifting his gaze back across the boxes. And boxes. And boxes. And stuff scattered across the boxes.

"We could combine efforts," he offers, raising and lowering one shoulder in a "take it or leave it" sort of gesture. Things just seem to get done quicker with two people, and if he's stuck on a ship with a bunch of strangers it's best to try and be helpful.

Also, he's bad at talking.

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Samus considers the offer briefly. While she always preferred to be alone, the the mess of boxes was sort of menacing. If she accepted then she could probably get her search done much faster, but she would also have to deal with the whole "working with other people" thing. If she stayed on her own she could probably still find some sort of weapon, it just may take much longer.

But there was also one other thing that this man could be useful for: information. She didn't know if he knew more than her or how long he'd been on the ship but perhaps she could obtain information from him.

She looked back at him, "Alright."

She ain't exactly a conversationist either.

[prettycoolguy]

He nods once. Okay.

"I'm looking for an MA5C assault rifle, an M6G pistol, grenades, and a suit of armor. Green. Mirrored orange faceplate. What are you missing?"

On John's side of the transdimensional fence, even most civilians are familiar with the more common guns. Widespread warfare has that effect on a population. Nobody's broken it to the Chief that he's not inside that comfy fence anymore.

He'll talk more after he knows where his stuff is or suitable replacements, and probably pick Samus' brain to see if she knows any more than he does. His hopes aren't high after the last person he ran into, though. It's a ship, run by a possibly rampant AI, apparently organic. That's all he really knows so far, he's mostly pleased to know it's not full of parasitic lifeforms trying to zombify him.

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

She wasn't really listening until he said "armor," but she probably wouldn't been familiar with the specific weaponry, either. If Chief had been paying close attention he might have seen her raise her eyebrows just slightly and her expression waver from her serious stare for just a moment. Suddenly this search became a lot more relevant to her interests. If her armor was somehow here then it might be with his, tucked away among the chaos of this room.

But it's not like she's going to mention her armor just yet. That'll stay her secret for now. Plus, now she had a whole new set of questions for this man in case he proved useless in the whole "information about this place" category.

"Mainly two things, one of them definitely isn't here," Samus had come to terms with the fact that she probably wouldn't see her ship for quite some time, and it was without a doubt not in this room, "Mostly I'm just looking for a weapon."

[prettycoolguy]

Whoever this person is, she seems very serious. Businesslike. She has quite the stare for it, too. He just catches the flicker in her expression at the mention of his armor, and that privately worries him some. He doesn't know who he's dealing with here, and he knows that the UNSC, Spartans, and the symbol of such that the MJOLNIR suit has become are not well recieved in the outer colonies, or at least what's left of them.

"You'll be the first to know if I find anything promising, then. And thanks. Yell if you find anything."

Well, at least he has a tentative ally in this daunting room now. That's a little better than nothing. He starts to search.

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

"Right."

She nods. No fluff, no friendliness, and not a sign of a 'thanks.' She didn't ask for a name, but then again she doesn't really care about that. She has her own goals in mind, and was mostly concerned with what sort of things he was looking for and what he took. If he found his armor, she wanted to see it, but she couldn't be overly obvious about that fact.

She began her search, too. Careful to watch what the man was searching through, but also careful not to alert him to the fact he was watching him.

Jumping from the Obs Deck to the Locker Room.

[crazychanger.livejournal.com]

After a slightly dizzying trip through the 'pipeline', Blitzwing staggers out from the 'elevator' and tries not to fall over.

"I vill never get used to zat," the triplechanger grumbled, shooting a glare at his transport.

Re: Jumping from the Obs Deck to the Locker Room.

[pridebeforefail.livejournal.com]

"Just another fun surprise on our spaceborn bag of meat," Starscream says, looking far too amused at Blitzwing's staggering. "Hm," he says as he glances around, looking to see if there's anything out in the open that might be useful-or signs that somebody already grabbed the really good stuff.

Look, Master Chief, you have helpers in your hunt for dangerous things! (Be afraid.)

Re: Jumping from the Obs Deck to the Locker Room.

[crazychanger.livejournal.com]

"Pleasant," Blitzwing replies dryly. He's managed to get his bearings back, and is no longer walking like a drunkard.
He starts walking around the place, looking for anything that might be useful in some way, idly humming 'Caramelldansen' as he does so.

Re: Jumping from the Obs Deck to the Locker Room.

[pridebeforefail.livejournal.com]

Starscream, meanwhile,has taken notice of the fact that they're not alone in looting searching the room for anything useful. He eyes Master Chief, frowning a bit to himself. "Found anything of interest, fleshling?"

[prettycoolguy]

Fleshling? Where? What fleshling? You mean the one that just ducked into a row of crates when he noticed you guys?

Yeah John, they saw you. Yes, they are really big weird alien machine things. You can deal with that, can't you?

The Chief debates with himself for a moment. He doesn't know what he's dealing with. But hell, he hasn't known what he's dealing with since he woke up. It's just another thing for the weird pile.

He steps out into view again with a long sigh. "No. I haven't."

[crazychanger.livejournal.com]

"Great! Zen ve're all in the same boat! Ship! Vhatever! Oohaha!"
Obviously, Blitzwing has a liiiittle trouble with human metaphors.
Not to mention his erratic behaviour is a tad creepy. The, um, unique German accent isn't doing anything to dispel fears, either.

But he seems friendly enough, and he's not going to fire on the Chief, either. Mainly because he's not allowed, but also because Blitzwing finds this particular fleshie rather interesting for reasons unknown.

[pridebeforefail.livejournal.com]

Starscream just snorts. "Of course." He goes back to eyeing the lockers, before turning his attention to Blitzwing. "What I'd really like to find out how we became so short. I doubt there's any answer here, though..."

Master Chief gets another glance. "So what have you found?" Maybe he's found something his meaty little CPU just can't comprehend.

[prettycoolguy]

The two transformers receive a raised eyebrow from the Chief. Well, they're friendly at least. So far.

"I've found two inorganic life forms on an organic ship, if that counts. It's usually the other way around." Ah, sarcasm. The refuge of the weirded out.

"I'm looking for my guns."

[acid-dissonance.livejournal.com]

Soundwave entered, following Blitzwing. He had finally learned to stomach in the ride as he looked up...and found himself searching for his "electric guitar's" energy signature.

It was...probably his only hand held weapon, as all the other weaponry are already internally installed...or rather, a part of his circuitry already.

The search was all going fine and dull--when he saw the...organic. He menacingly glowered at it, not forgetting how irrational, misaligned and idiotic this race can be..

"A...human." He snarled in that icy, monotonous voice.

[prettycoolguy]

John looks back at the... the thing levelly.

"Yes," he replies in a cool, even tone. The other two robot-men seemed to be alright. Sort of.

"What are you?"

[acid-dissonance.livejournal.com]

"Decepticon." He voiced coldly.

He needed to learn the hard way. It was more than illogical to eliminate people who could...somehow help him get out..

"Human: designation?" He tried sounding more...casual, but it only ended up sounding like the usual.

[prettycoolguy]

"Spartan-117, Master Chief Petty Officer of the Navy, UNSC."

The Chief isn't so sure about these robot men, the word "Decepticon" doesn't help him much. Though from the other two's behavior he's pretty sure they're alive in their own right and not AI's. Though this one's speech pattern reminds him of one.

"You?"

[acid-dissonance.livejournal.com]

"Communications Officer, Soundwave." he replied blankly.

"Inquire: sight or sound of a mechanical bird-like sentient being?" He asked while making a lingering scan around the area.

[prettycoolguy]

The communications officer, it seems, is the most terse of the three Decepticons John has met. Ironic.

The Spartan shakes his head. "Negative. I spoke with two other Decepticons, however. Names and designations unknown."

He's fluent in short-and-formal.

[acid-dissonance.livejournal.com]

"Three-faced triplechanger is designated Blitzwing, and the flier is designation Starscream." He smoothly replied, and in a seemingly 'off' turn of his emotions, swerved to look around as if..

As if he was looking for something important.

[prettycoolguy]

"Are you looking for something?"

Well, the Chief is too. He's not sure how much help he can be, or if he's particularly eager to see these things more armed than they already seem to be, but heck. They're all in the same boat.