At the Factory

[traderguys]

As the ship lands, gravity returns to the group in the brig. Daru enters after a moment, reactivating the force-field control. "All right, come on and follow me. Be quick about it

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[violet_cure]

Cureall walks about the room to examining it. She shakes her head and goes to sit on the couch. Sitting up ramrod straight she turns her face toward Wheelie, "Any ideas? That don't involve attacking someone that could hurt our friends?"

[quintsurvivor]

Wheelie doesn't sit. He walks around, not touching anything but simply looking out the windows and doorways. "Well, first off I think we should get our bearings. We're luckier than we could have been, you especially, but they still won't trust us until we start being a bit more passive." He folds his arms and sits on the arm of the couch. "How good are you at cleaning floors?"

[violet_cure]

"Part of lab and medbay duties is cleaning," she states simply, "This one does not know how to cook though. Do you think they will have us do that?" She follows his movement, her head moving to follow.

[quintsurvivor]

"I hope not. I can't cook anything humans could eat." Although gutted Sharkticon mized with a bit of zinc wasn't that bad. "Ideally they'll start us out on something simple."

[schrodingersbot]

Perceptor is surprised at the look and... consideration from their new captor. He'd been afraid that their relationship would have been used against them, not obliquely assisted. He watches daru herd Wheelie and Cureall off together, filled with concern and none too little dread for Cureall's safety, with only Wheelie there to back her up. Wheelie, who had already shown a marked dislike for Cureall in particular, and a lack of interest in teamwork to assist the others

[randomskuxxoid1]

The Skuxxoid frowns to himself. This new human is a little too good at its job already, taking to the circuit assembly like a being that knows its way around electronics. He doesn't like it. He sits back and watches for a while, not bothering to hide his suspicion and displeasure.

[randomslave1]

"Slow down. You're making the lizard guy nervous. You'll get us all in trouble. They don't like it when we're too good at this part," the slave to Perceptor's left hisses under his breath. He glances over at Perceptor, a bleak look in his eyes that speaks of many horrors witnessed, and hope that was slain long ago. "If you don't wanna end up further down the line in the heavy labor, you'd better start screwing up now and then." With a nearly imperceptible jerk of his head, he indicates the warily watching Skyxxoid not far from them.

Not that he cared if Perceptor was moved out down the line... except that he was taking some of the workload off of him. It's just that any disruptions in the assembly line would get them all punished, and quite frankly, he can't stand the pain any more.

[schrodingersbot]

Perceptor blinks, and risks a glance to the side indicated by the other man. The Skuxxoid is staring at him intently, a decidedly not friendly look plastered across it's ratty little face. Perceptor had never been fond of Skuxxoids, and he's even less so now that he's effectively at their mercy

[giri_guy]

*According to legend, Optimus Prime began life as a dock worker. If it was good enough for him, it should be good enough for Roddy

[traderguys]

The slave next to him grunts. "Don't matter, no way of keepin track of time here." He shrugs. "They give it when they give it."

[giri_guy]

Let me guess. Back home, they called you Sunshine.

*Don't be fooled - Rodimus is worried, scared, tormented, homesick, you name it. But he learned a long time ago that pitching a fit only made things worse. He can't do anything right now about his own safety or freedom or that of his compatriots. All he can do is blend in and try to get some information on this fresh new hell they've been dumped in.*

*to the same slave* Hey. Have there ever been any escapes from this place, that you know of?

[traderguys]

((*needs to make an NPC account but is too lazy*))

"Yeah. And the farther they get, the more pieces they get torn up into." The slave snorts. "You're safer in here. They don't come out into the open, much less into the force field."

[giri_guy]

*At long last, the workday is over. The slaves are herded none-too-gently into a holding bunker, where there is food - if you can call it that - a communal shower, and finally a room full of cots laid out in regular rows. Rodimus makes sure Wheeljack sticks close throughout, but keeps his eyes open for Perceptor. Maybe he's had better luck finding an escape route.*

[schrodingersbot]

Perceptor trudges along with the rest of his "co-workers", following in their wake as they file through a well-known routine. He does not manage to spot his fellow Autobots as they are fed - finally, even if it did hardly qualify as sustenance - and bathed. It took a little careful maneuvering, but his small secret managed to stay exactly that during the showering routine. Soon enough, he is clothed again, standing near the wall of the communal sleeping chamber, peering blearily abount. He still has not spotted Rodimus or Wheeljack, and he is begining to suspect that their captor lied to facilitate ease in separating them. He rubs his chest absently, as he continues scanning the room.

[giri_guy]

*claims three bunks - one for him, one for Wheeljack, and one for Perce when he gets there. He keeps scanning the crowd for close-cut black hair...*

...Hey! Percy! Over here! *wavewaves over the crowd*

[big_bang_mech]

Wheeljack's getting antsy, searching anxiously for Perceptor. He finally spots the human and his heart unclenches. "Stay here," he urges Rodimus. "I'll go get him."

Wheeljack makes his way across the room, wanting to tackleglomp Perceptor but reigning himself in somewhat. "Percy!" he greets, not caring what anyone thinks at this point. He hugs his mate tightly. "I was worried... How are you? You didn't get into any trouble, did you?"