Houston, the Monkey has landed
{BW Optimus}
Well that’s just Prime…
[A rather disgruntled gorilla hangs upside-down from a tree, one foot clinging to the branch as he surveys his surroundings. The trees weren’t quite this tall as he remembered, though there wasn’t much to say for what he did remember… there was the modified pod and… and Tarantulus… He scrubs briefly at his face, trying to shake that disoriented feeling, and pulls himself upright on the branch to make his way to the ground]
Well it’s not ideal conditions… but it’s not terrible. Lots of cover, vegetation - no fear of starving to death out here, it seems. Looks like it’s rained pretty recently…
[He lifts a cupped leaf, sniffing cautiously before taking a sip from the water pooled there]
Mm… it’s clean. So we have cover, if not shelter, a food source, water… and no space craft. Or pod. Or crew…
Where the slag am I?
[He turns his attention inward, scanners seeking familiar signals, systems running an internal diagnostic, and among the data scrolling by, one word pops insistently into the center of his display causing him to do a slight double-take. He attempts to bypass it and continue his scans but it reappears as stubbornly as before, even flashing once or twice in some sort of urgency. Offering a slightly annoyed huff, he considers the word for a moment.]
‘Squishies’? It must mean like… organic creatures, right? [pauses when he realizes he’s talking to himself, glancing around the empty clearing, and shakes his head with a sigh] Well, as far as organics go, I don’t really have much room to speak poorly of them, since I’m half organic myself… Most Cybertronians are, these days at least, after the end of the Great Wars, it was an easier way to reduce the needed amount of energy drawn from the planet to build smaller frames, and to integrate organic systems with our robotic ones so other fuels could also be implemented to further our supplies of Energon. At least, heh, that’s what the history books tell me… as for the actual causes, I try not to speculate… but I imagine that someone, somewhere, some mech probably, fell in love with an organic and set out trying to find a way to be with them.
[He chuckles, softly, and drops down onto his fists to start walking, gaze darting curiously through the trees]
But that’s just the romantic in me, I suppose.
//Calling all Maximals on all frequencies, this is Optimus Primal, please respond.//
Well that’s just Prime…
[A rather disgruntled gorilla hangs upside-down from a tree, one foot clinging to the branch as he surveys his surroundings. The trees weren’t quite this tall as he remembered, though there wasn’t much to say for what he did remember… there was the modified pod and… and Tarantulus… He scrubs briefly at his face, trying to shake that disoriented feeling, and pulls himself upright on the branch to make his way to the ground]
Well it’s not ideal conditions… but it’s not terrible. Lots of cover, vegetation - no fear of starving to death out here, it seems. Looks like it’s rained pretty recently…
[He lifts a cupped leaf, sniffing cautiously before taking a sip from the water pooled there]
Mm… it’s clean. So we have cover, if not shelter, a food source, water… and no space craft. Or pod. Or crew…
Where the slag am I?
[He turns his attention inward, scanners seeking familiar signals, systems running an internal diagnostic, and among the data scrolling by, one word pops insistently into the center of his display causing him to do a slight double-take. He attempts to bypass it and continue his scans but it reappears as stubbornly as before, even flashing once or twice in some sort of urgency. Offering a slightly annoyed huff, he considers the word for a moment.]
‘Squishies’? It must mean like… organic creatures, right? [pauses when he realizes he’s talking to himself, glancing around the empty clearing, and shakes his head with a sigh] Well, as far as organics go, I don’t really have much room to speak poorly of them, since I’m half organic myself… Most Cybertronians are, these days at least, after the end of the Great Wars, it was an easier way to reduce the needed amount of energy drawn from the planet to build smaller frames, and to integrate organic systems with our robotic ones so other fuels could also be implemented to further our supplies of Energon. At least, heh, that’s what the history books tell me… as for the actual causes, I try not to speculate… but I imagine that someone, somewhere, some mech probably, fell in love with an organic and set out trying to find a way to be with them.
[He chuckles, softly, and drops down onto his fists to start walking, gaze darting curiously through the trees]
But that’s just the romantic in me, I suppose.
//Calling all Maximals on all frequencies, this is Optimus Primal, please respond.//