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randomplaces2007-10-21 06:56 pm
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Transformers' 'verse. Transformers' base. Finding Jeimu
In the period of time that Endeavour had been spending at what she came to call the Base of the Bots, there'd been many changes to the place.
They'd acquired a giant pile of CRT monitors. She wasn't exactly sure how they'd acquired 'bot sized couches, but then again, here she was, sentient and chipless and a 'bot herself, so anything was really possible.
She walked past where Bee and Jazz were hanging out on the floor, shelling monitors like they were peas, and continued on her way to the workshop at the back of the hangar.
Halfway there, she heard a dull clang and felt a weight on her back. She turned her head slightly and looked. Honey was clinging to her back, shifting slightly with every move Endeavour made. It was a little hard for the sparkling to stick; the vestiges of Endeavour's thermal tiles were mostly on her back and they were definitely not ferromagnetic.
Still, Honey was determined and Endeavour didn't mind, so she carried the sparkling all the way to the workshop, before sitting down in her chair made from SRB components and gently extricating Honey from her back.
"Now, what are you going to do in here?" Endeavour asked the little one, who just stared up at her attentively. A sigh left the older 'bot, and she flipped open a panel on her upper chest. Out scrambled a little six-wheeled machine, who wheeled in circles around Honey, chattering away in mock Cybertronian. Rover liked to think he could speak, but he couldn't.
Hoping that Rover would provide a decent distraction for Honey, Endeavour focused on her latest tinkering project: dismantling a whole load of older, more complex monitors the group had somehow acquired. Pretty soon she was into her work, and had her TDRS receiver sticking out of the back of her neck, picking up some old 1980's music station. She hummed along while she worked.
They'd acquired a giant pile of CRT monitors. She wasn't exactly sure how they'd acquired 'bot sized couches, but then again, here she was, sentient and chipless and a 'bot herself, so anything was really possible.
She walked past where Bee and Jazz were hanging out on the floor, shelling monitors like they were peas, and continued on her way to the workshop at the back of the hangar.
Halfway there, she heard a dull clang and felt a weight on her back. She turned her head slightly and looked. Honey was clinging to her back, shifting slightly with every move Endeavour made. It was a little hard for the sparkling to stick; the vestiges of Endeavour's thermal tiles were mostly on her back and they were definitely not ferromagnetic.
Still, Honey was determined and Endeavour didn't mind, so she carried the sparkling all the way to the workshop, before sitting down in her chair made from SRB components and gently extricating Honey from her back.
"Now, what are you going to do in here?" Endeavour asked the little one, who just stared up at her attentively. A sigh left the older 'bot, and she flipped open a panel on her upper chest. Out scrambled a little six-wheeled machine, who wheeled in circles around Honey, chattering away in mock Cybertronian. Rover liked to think he could speak, but he couldn't.
Hoping that Rover would provide a decent distraction for Honey, Endeavour focused on her latest tinkering project: dismantling a whole load of older, more complex monitors the group had somehow acquired. Pretty soon she was into her work, and had her TDRS receiver sticking out of the back of her neck, picking up some old 1980's music station. She hummed along while she worked.
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//Do you have a picture of her on file? Or can you see through Rover?//
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There were a lot of people milling about... but no sign of the one person she wanted to talk to.
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Then she beeps to herself quietly before pondering that she's picked up a habit from Honey. //Jeimu Chang-Oboa.//
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