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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[trollscream]

//What? Is it a holographic projection or something? It's the sky. What blasted else could it be?//

[Really, Jetfire. You're a scientist you should know these things.]

[He'll come anyway since he obviously isn't allowed to go blow someone up or anything else destructive.]

[angleofscience]

//Have you actually looked up yet? There is no sun in the sky, Starscream. And yet there's light, and there's a day/night cycle.//

[Jetfire points out, faintly exasperatedly, standing calmly in the corner he's chosen for its lack of any larger greenery; just grass and flat ground.

He does turn around when the Seeker approaches, giving Starscream a slight tilt of his helm in greeting.]

[trollscream]

[No he really hasn't... But you don't need to know that Jetfire. Hahaha.]

And so the great scientist couldn't help flying off into the -- What is on your leg?

[He just stares at the tattoo.]

[angleofscience]

[Starscream, it would behoove you to pay attention to your surroundings! At the remark about his tattoo/markings, Jetfire looks down and then shrugs.]

Apparently everybody has one. Yours is around the Decepticon insignia on your wing, if you haven't noticed it yet. I tried asking what they were, but the one I asked had no idea either.

[Jetfire frowned faintly, casting a glance over the ring of letters around the Decepticon insignia, sort of framing it.]

If it's totally cool with you guys. You'll have an audience while you're flying/after 8D

[halfbrokenwings]

[Isabella is just staring at the things she sees in the air. They remind her of the golem she had met so long ago, and the one she has glimpsed recently around the keep but these? They were flying... and so fast!

How she longed to do the same. Her crippled wings twitching to soar. She will watch them, until told not to.]

Definitely okay! C:

[angleofscience]

[He'd have to admit to being utterly, completely, frustrated and confused when they hit a ceiling - barrier, perhaps - far above the Keep. Invisible, but a barrier was a barrier and that... Shouldn't be possible! So he'd distracted himself with flying, until he notices there's someone down there...

So he lands, fascinated with the wings the... girl... has. A human ought not have wings, right? he's relieved he managed to get Starscream to send him the language file, otherwise this would have been harder than it will be.]

Greetings. [Jetfire smiles, and then realizes... wings, bird wings (or perhaps "bird-like") shouldn't look like that, should they?]

... Are you all right? [He comes closer slowly, to give her a chance to back off, or otherwise tell him to stop, before he kneels down a bit off from her. Being a lot shorter than he's used to, he's still taller when standing up so this seems like the right sort of courtsey.]

:) !!!

[halfbrokenwings]

[She had some trepidation about the flying golem when he landed and came for her. The last golem she had any sort of conversation with had been Sideswipe and he had the attitude of a bratty five year old, with destructive tendencies.

All her fear was laid to rest with his simple greeting.]

Good afternoon, sir!

[She's comforted by his smile but blinks at his question.]

Me?... I am- Oh!

[She reddens a bit as the big golem gets down to her level, almost. She realizes what he was concerned with then. She turns a bit so he can see that one wing clearly permanently dragging upon the ground.]

They have been this way, for awhile now. I am alright, otherwise.

Thank you for your concern...

:D

[angleofscience]

[The title, which he understands is sex... or is that gender? specific for humans, get a tilt of his helm from him, but Jetfire otherwise doesn't react to it, just gives her a nod. That she, however, says she's been like this for a while...]

It isn't possible to repair it? Or is it too late for that? I remember something about organic bones being harder to set in their correct fashion if they've been allowed to heal in the wrong position?

[He keeps his voice slightly lower than usual; she does seem to exhibit some traits of nervousness, if he can extrapolate and interpret it that way.]

[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.