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[aranprime]

The door isn't so much opened quietly and politely as it is fractured down the middle and busted apart as a yellow, orange and red flying chunk of metal comes crashing through it, through several tables and chairs (and possibly patrons, deepest apologies for any and all injuries), until finally skidding to a stop on its knees with its hand digging

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[prob_japanese]

There's a whistlewhistlebeep! from up in the rafters, and a yellow-and-chrome robot with a (very, very loosely) humaniform (ish) shape leans down to peer at the newcomer with bright blue optics.

[aranprime]

INCOMING BOGEY

Cannon aimed right at the head, Bumblebee.

"Identify yourself!" yells the ... well, there's organic parts in there somewhere that could possibly equal a full human, but the metal and technology are not earth-based and they are very good at jamming scans.

[prob_japanese]

Yeep!

"Bumblebee! Autobot scout, planet of origin Cybertron! Don't shoot!"

[aranprime]

The cannon does not power down and does not aim elsewhere, but it has yet to fire as the being searches memory for any of those words.

"...Autobot. Cybertron. Unknowns- allies to Galactic Federation or Space Pirates?" It asks.

[prob_japanese]

"... er?" says Bumblebee. "I can't say I've heard of either... um... allies of Earth, does that help?"

[aranprime]

There is a long pause before the light of the cannon dims significantly and it lowers the weapon marginally.

"Further explanation is needed."

[prob_japanese]

It's like talking to some of the much, much older mechs back on Cybertron when they were in exceptionally gruff modes. Bumblebee nods and adjusts accordingly.

"The current location is an interdimensional nexus with connectivity to multiple universes and timelines. Neither the Galactic Federation nor the Space Pirates are known to exist in either the archives of Earth or Cybertron, in the time and place from which my universe accesses this location."

[aranprime]

"For what purpose was I brought to this location?" It asks next, lowering the gun a little further as it listens to Bumblebee's story.

[prob_japanese]

"Unknown. The initial contact for any individual gives the appearance of random selection. I'm a scout, not an analytic scientist."

[aranprime]

"It is neutral territory, then? So far no fighting has been observed." which doesn't mean it can't break out, paranoia is a valued virtue on the battlefield after all.

[OOC: Mun wishes Samus could get the Star Trek reference, and weeps that she can't.]

[prob_japanese]

"Neutrality and nonviolence are two of the three primary rules of this establishment," says Bumblebee. "The third involves certain human decency codes which don't apply to my race."

[aranprime]

It nods, and does not ask for further explanations at the moment.

"Samus Aran." it says, gesturing to itself, cannon now completely deactivated and pointed at the floor.

[prob_japanese]

"Very good to meet you," says Bumblebee, who by now has recovered somewhat. "May I come down to the floor, please?"

He'd hang from the rafters by his feet if he could, but most of the patrons get weird about that.

[aranprime]

There is a pause before a small sound that could have been laughter, and it nods. "Apologies. I am in the middle of fighting a war." and it does mean one of those things blew it through the door to begin with.

[prob_japanese]

"Understood."

Bumblebee drops down to the floor for a three-point landing before straightening up. While he appreciates the subspace compression field, it's still somewhat irking to be only five feet tall, five foot two if you count the little ear-tennae.

"I think I would have reacted the same way if I'd come in from a battle myself."

[aranprime]

Samus looks down at Bumblebee.

"Is your time at war as well?" Samus asks, using this now moment of calm to doublecheck the systems of the powersuit and make sure nothing got badly damaged in the blast that sent it through the door in the first place.