002 - [open commentlog] Educate the giant robot or watch him go flying?

[angleofscience]

[There had been a few distractions, but it was time to find out how restricted the airspace was, if it was. So here is Jetfire, standing on the edge of the Green closest towards the Barracks and staring at the sky, helm tilted back, arms crossed. Before he goes, though...]

//Starscream, want to come flying? I talked with someone earlier who

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[b100b100dbeast]

[Equius is moodily skulking about, trying to explore the area a bit more when he sees the rather spectacular sight in the sky. O-Oh dear. He had thought Ironhide would be the only mechanical Goliath he would encounter here, but he was apparently fantastically mistaken.]

Oh my... Glorious.

[Have a tiny anger-troll staring up at the robots, with a look of awe at their obviously mighty control of the sky.]

[angleofscience]

[Impressive, yes? It would certainly be even more so if both of the jets were their proper size, but you can't have everything. It takes a bit for one of them to land, but Jetfire notices the audience quickly after landing and nods.]

Hello.

[... wait. Looks human, but usually they don't have gray skin, right? Jetfire tilts his helm as he comes a bit closer, studying the troll curiously.]

You... are not human, are you?

[b100b100dbeast]

[When you're still rather huge, and made of such STRONG looking metal, Equius could not be more interested.]

Hello..

[He's even more amazed at that transformation. Can Ironhide transform into something amazing as well?! O-Oh cod.]

What? Oh thankfully not, not at all. Are you one of those marvelous mechanical beings? H-Have you fought countless battles, as well?

[B-Because the other one says he has. He's been in COUNTLESS BATTLES. Even if he wouldn't tell the troll any stories... Equius isn't as focused on him anymore, though. Not when there's another automaton musclebeast in front of him.]

[angleofscience]

Thankfully? [Jetfire wonders at the phrasing, because while any individual should of course be happy and content to be the species they are, such gratitude at not being a particular species..? Well, he could definitely see a few Cybertronians express such gratitude over not being, say, human, too.]

And, if you by that second mean, "am I Cybertronian?" then, yes. I wouldn't consider the battles "countless", but the war, at least in my dimension, has been going on for millions of vorns... I could probably get a accurate number of the amount of battles that has been fought, but figuring out what counts as a separate battle from the next might be tricky...

[Jetfire's frowning thoughtfully out in the distance now; not yet completely immersed in this idea, but certainly started in on it. Except... there had been a question in there, too, hadn't it?]

... That is, I have fought in quite a few battles, yes.

[b100b100dbeast]

Yes, thankfully. I would hate for my blood to be so... crimson.

[He grins a broken toothed grin up at the "Cybertronian".]

Oooh. Vorns? Are those like sweeps? Millions, you say... You must be quite the hardened warrior! Would you... Would you tell me some of your stories of glory and STRENGTH, sometime?

[Equius takes a step forward, getting awkwardly close. Little beads of sweat begin to gather on him.]

I've fought many battles, as well!

[angleofscience]

This... matters to you, I assume?

[He couldn't see how, but Jetfire was certainly curious as to why, if so.]

A vorn is... hm... If you know the length of an Earth year? A vorn is eighty three Earth years. [Jetfire couldn't help the slight twitch at being called a hardened warrior, because while that was probably, technically, true, he didn't like that at all.]

Ah... I consider myself a scientist first and foremost... [A helmtilt.] I... Maybe. [He would like to say no, truly, but he's not sure how. He's not a storyteller either, so he's quite sure he wouldn't retell what he had logged in any interesting way.]

[b100b100dbeast]

Well, yes! Red is as low as you can get on the hemospectrum...

[The troll looks up, giving Jetfire the same look a child gives santa, or some other human idol.]

A sweep is... about two earth years... So that's...

[He looks at his hands, moving them as if counting. He can hardly focus on math, with such a mighty figure near him!]

Quite a lot, still! A scientist? Really? But why would you have any need for science, with such strength!

[Genuine curiosity.]

Really? Fantastic! I could share some of my own stories, as well. I've slain countless monsters and massive beasts.

[He does a little flex, to emphasis his own STRENGTH.]

[angleofscience]

... Hemospectrum?

[The word has Jetfire both confused and intrigued; he's certainly interested in learning how other species sees and categorizes the world, even if it would have no bearing on the world other than their own (and their own perception of it).]

While I am certainly among one of the larger... well, originally, discounting the shrinking this place has imposed on me, and stronger of our species, strength is never everything. I don't really have interest in conflict, though obviously my strenght has provided me certain advantages in battles.

[The flex is somewhat confusing; Jetfire doesn't have the context to understand what it's supposed to mean, but he nods thoughtfully at the assertion.]

I'm sure that required some inguenity, if they were larger and stronger than yourself.

[b100b100dbeast]

Yes! My blood is almost as blue as it can get, while the lesser bloods have a vile red...

[If he could look any more full of awe, he would.]

You are one of the stronger ones? Amazing! And I agree about strength not being everything! You also need power! And a commanding voice. Like mine. We should spar! I think I would like to fight you, sometime.

[The troll shows a full toothed grin when someone FINALLY appreciates his conquests.]

It was mainly just strength I had relied on. I once punched a giants head clean off of his shoulders.

[angleofscience]

I see... Why would red be of lesser importance?

[If Jetfire had had awareness of the similar human cultural ideas of 'royal/noble' blood being 'blue' he might have been able to extrapolate and connect the two, as it is, he can't.]

There are those larger and stronger, of course. My frame and size, as well as that I have modified myself for space-capability gives me a greater base-capability for strength than other frame-types, yes.

[... He's quiet for a few seconds, and then simply neither agrees nor disagrees to the sparring. He doesn't see how they could do that on equal terms at all, and that is inclduding his current size-change. The comment of punching a "giant's" head off its shoulders gets a quiet stare; he can of course figure out what a 'giant' ought to be considering the word used for it.]

Your capabilities are such?

[But there's no obvious indication of such strength in that... er. Tiny body.]

[b100b100dbeast]

That is just how things have been. Red bloods develop strange physic mutations while the blue bloods gain strength and leadership.

[He occasionally wonders what stopped things from being the other way around in the beginning.]

Space-capability? Amazing! My kind travel space, too. But they must rely on ships and levitation. And yes! My strength is so grand, that only the strongest lusus species could have handled raising me.

[angleofscience]

Indeed? Interesting physiology... Considering that usually, different colour of blood means completely disparate ways of carrying oxygen...

[This was... simply contrary to normal, proper natural laws. Why, Keep, why, forcing him to accept these strange things?]

Most have to do that among my species as well, even if we all can handle brief periods of exposure in space. [He nods, then looks him over again.]

I see. Would you be willing to demonstrate?

... Ah, on something that wouldn't incur punishment, of course. [Jetfire frowns, well-remembering Bryn's recount of that.]

[b100b100dbeast]

[He shrugs, not being completely sure how blood and oxygen work together.]

The Grand Highblood's is a regal shade of violet. And my moirail's is green. It's okay but not eh...great. Of course I can demonstrate my power- but my moirail has forbidden-... I mean to say I choose not to destroy property of the keep. Hmm...

[He glances around, looking for something heavy to break and not get in trouble over.]

[angleofscience]

[The back-pedalling at the 'I have been forbidden' caused Jetfire smother a faint smirk; he recognized that reaction all too well, even if Starscream was better at not revealing when someone (Jetfire) had made him not do something.]

Moirail? And... hm... I suppose no one should mind if we find an already fallen tree or branch of suitable size, or a large rock..?

[Jetfire doesn't really know yet what is acceptable to be breaking or tearing up or not, so he'll err on the side of caution.]

[b100b100dbeast]

Oh. Yes, that would work! Let's see...

[Equius scampers off a bit to look for a rather large branch.]

Yes, Moirail. She is the other half of me, you could say. Here! Behold.

[He stops at a large rotting log, rubbing his hands together as he bends to try to lift it. It gets a few inches off the ground, rather good for a small thing like him, before it thuds back onto the ground. Curse this strength sap.]

Hold on- Wait- Watch.

[He shuffles off to one end of it, lifting it up a bit higher before letting it thud back onto the ground.]

Augh. Okay, I am much stronger than this. I assure you, I am merely adjusting to the changes here. I will gain my strength, again.

[angleofscience]

Ah... That sounds like a pleasant thing to have with another individual.

[Jetfire nods, and follows Equius, curiously waiting; his first assumptions - despite that yes, even that log is a rather impressive feat for someone who probably shouldn't be able to carry it - is that he's been exaggerating, but...]

My first suggestion would be a difference in gravity from the world you're from and this place, but I had someone tell me... changes were not unusual. In that heights [here Jetfire gestures to himself] as well as... what they called powers had been altered.

[A frown, and he crosses his arms.]

I can't confirm it, since my strength seems to have adjusted proportionally to my new size, courtsey of the Lord of this place. [Displeasure, Jetfire has it. Just altering someone against their will?]