The TransTechs are coming

[axiom_npc]

Insert TransTechs Here((( This is a quicklog: If you want your characters to interact with some TransTechs as they search the Zones level-by-level, start a thread. (Also, include where they are: are we finding him on the street, or is she answering the door politely and offering energon cookies

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[greasemunkygal]

[She's shaking when she answers the door to her shop. There are several contributing factors to the current expression on her face. She isn't holding these guys in real high regard right now. Of course, she doesn't really know who's at the door, so she blinks for a few moments at the foreign TransTech at standing there.

She's too angry and freaked out to be polite.]

What?!

[axiom_npc]

[The large Transtech frowns, but nods in an approximation of greeting]

Inspections. We're searching for contraband and fugitives from the riots.

[There's another mech with him- smaller and very sleek, black on gold.]
This won't take too much time, m'am. We just need to make a quick sweep of these premises, and we will be on our way. If you will let us in?

[greasemunkygal]

[Her face went carefully blank. These guys were bigger than her, and pissing them off seemed like a terrible, terrible idea.]

Sure. [Her tone is, however, rather flat. She’s definitely not being overly nice, here.]

[axiom_npc]

[The larger TransTech goes to the middle of the shop and begins to run sensor sweeps without another word. Prowl does a more personal search, his smaller size making it possible for him to move and lift organic-sized things without breaking them.]

You'll have to forgive my partner, we've been at this since 3am and he's too concerned about the sensor sweeps to manage conversation. Is this your shop?

In The Streets

[show_my_cannons]

[Dragging his beaten aft back home, after dropping Prime off where he thought he'd be safe. Needless to say, he has no idea that the Primes/Megs' have been taken--a little stunned by the sudden devastation, and worried as all get out.

Oh yeah, and one arm's basically useless.]

What... happened here?

I will NOT throw Sentinel at you. XD

[axiom_npc]

[Airazor comes by, looking nearly as exhausted as Ironhide does, and equally worse for wear (though she's still fully functional). She's surprised to see Ironhide, and more surprised that he's surprised at the damage.]

There was a riot here. What, did your data tracks get damaged? Show me your id bolt, you aren't supposed to be on the streets.
[She's just a little bit gruff, but not overtly so. Mostly just businesslike.]

8| Thank you. Death is not on the menu for today, plz.

[show_my_cannons]

[Just... stares at her] Been working. Lower zones. Was not paying attention to... news feeds.

[Growls a little.]

How else would you suggest I return to my quarters, hmn?

Re: 8| Thank you. Death is not on the menu for today, plz.

[axiom_npc]

[Terse] And I suppose those injuries are from a freak explosion in the lower zones, and not from causing trouble here? ID bolt. Now.

And if your quarters were here, they are very likely no longer standing. Now the bolt. [Impatiently holds out her hand, which has a scanner built into it]

In The Streets

[mayflyhunter]

[Seated on a curb somewhere, curled up, and shaking. His coat is torn and charred around the edges, and there are a few burns on his face. He doesn't look up.]

[axiom_npc]

[Today was a busy day for the TransTechs, but him perhaps more than most. Taking one moment to himself, he finds this little organic, trembling like a leaf.]

Didn't you hear the announcements? [Could it be? A kindly TransTech?] Or possibly, you might be in shock... Can you look up at me?

[mayflyhunter]

[Oh he'll look up. And with one of those looks of utter ANGST Vash is capable of.]

Wha...?

[axiom_npc]

Can you list your injuries? You may need medical attention.

[He knelt, reaching forward with one hand and scanning the organic thoughtfully.] You should be at home. It's safer indoors after all of this rioting.

In the AIR!

[feminineside]

[is just...staring at the devastation, an ugly expression of distaste on her features. sure, explosions can be all well and good, but this? this is just...disgusting.]

I SEES YOU UP THAR

[axiom_npc]

[Slipstream is being flanked by someone approaching from the air, also.]

::Citizen. It is not recommended for you to be out. Please return to your dwelling immediately.::

[The voice through the comm sounds tired, like he's been repeating himself too often today.]

Re: I SEES YOU UP THAR

[feminineside]

[is about thiiiiiiiis close from saying 'make me'. says something else instead]

//"I'm recording for posterity."//

[axiom_npc]

::Download a news feed later.::

[He retorts, and then...at least...attempts...to remember he's supposed to be reasonable, and as he gets close enough he transforms out of what vaguely resembled an airplane mode]

...all citizens are to remain at home while we do our sweep. Its for your own protection.

[Yeah. Definitely tired of saying this. He hates being sent to clear the skies.]

May I see your ID bolt, miss...?

Kitt's apartment

[bringstehnoise]

[Is sitting beside the entrance lift to Kitt's apartment, his M-4 Carbin across his lap, alternating between watching the door and checking the monitor in front of him.

He doesn't look like he's slept much, and his expression whenever he looks at the screen is one of frustrated helplessness.]

Kitt's apartment

[axiom_npc]

[There would be a distinctly rough knock on the door.]

Sweeps. Open up.

[A softer voice murmers a reproach, and the original gruff voice tacks an addendum.]

Please.

Kitt's apartment

[bringstehnoise]

[Tenses at the first statement, and starts to go for his gun when he hears the second softer one. He stands and slings his rifle over his shoulder, moving to open the door and peer up]

Is there something I can do for you?

Kitt's apartment

[axiom_npc]

[There are two Transtechs, there, Military grade, one very large and tall and wide and bristling with weapons, the other much smaller and sleeker and slender.]

Inspections crew. We are to search the premises. Resistance will not be tolerated. [Large mech is being just as gruff as before, and the smaller one sighs.]

We'll only be a moment. We're doing a sweep to weed out any illegal immigrants, items, data...

[The larger one steps inside past Will and starts sort of moving anything that gets in his way.]

May I see your ID bolt? [The small one finishes.] And are there any other beings present in your home?