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randomplaces2008-11-10 07:43 pm
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Nexus. Blue's Bar. A Meeting of Opposites
It was another late night for Random, another recharge-less night. It was on these nights that he got off his berth and walked down to the Engineering Labs to work on some unfinished project leftover from the day--or at least that's what he told whichever mech found him recharging in the lab one of those times when he was unable to make it back to his quarters.
As usual he had managed to pass through the quiet halls without being approached by the nightshift.If Red Alert heard that, he'd freak. However, when he opened the door to the lab and walked in, he found himself in a place that he didn't recognize as either Wheeljack's lab or the Ark.
At first he wondered if he'd missed a memo, like one saying "Wheeljack's working on something in his lab, ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK," and searched over his memory banks to find such of a memo as he glanced around the bar to prevent extra thinking. When he doesn't immediately find a memo, his 'oh great, just what I needed' attitude began to fade to outright panic. Before it spread too far, however, something in his mind made a connection between "bar"--which this place obviously was--and "Nexus."
Hmm. Maybe . . . ? He began to take his processors off of finding the memo and to set them to the task of thoroughly searching the bar for anyone he's seen before in the Nexus . . .
As usual he had managed to pass through the quiet halls without being approached by the nightshift.
At first he wondered if he'd missed a memo, like one saying "Wheeljack's working on something in his lab, ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK," and searched over his memory banks to find such of a memo as he glanced around the bar to prevent extra thinking. When he doesn't immediately find a memo, his 'oh great, just what I needed' attitude began to fade to outright panic. Before it spread too far, however, something in his mind made a connection between "bar"--which this place obviously was--and "Nexus."
Hmm. Maybe . . . ? He began to take his processors off of finding the memo and to set them to the task of thoroughly searching the bar for anyone he's seen before in the Nexus . . .

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Not stylus on datapad? *ducks*Now that his mind wasn't really occupied with finding the memo anymore, he realized how empty this place really was. It wasn't encouraging. However, he finds the blue optics somewhat encouraging, but if this really was the Nexus--which by itself never ceased to shock and surprise him--he couldn't trust them completely.
Well, if he had his gu-- . . . Wow, he actually did have his gun on him. Oh yeah, from earlier when he--and he forgot to--Right.
Glancing around, he gingerly navigates the bar to where the two blue optics are located and hopes this wasn't going to turn out similar to the way the last major incident in Wheeljack's Lab in the dark had occurred. Man, he didn't even want to think about that time. Ugh!
"Erm, hi. Is this Blue's?" And if it wasn't was he either going to panic, try his PINpoint or both
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Created one day, work the next. Such was the life of a Transformer.
"Uh, yeah, sure. Mid, please."
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"Everything and nothing."
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"That's what I'd thought. Mech, haven't see these things in forever." He takes one of the treats and pops it into his mouth.
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Then she turns back as Blue slides into the booth across from them, her spark lurching at the grave look on her cheerful friend's face.
For her part, Blue looks from Arcee to Random, and then down at her hands. "Kia was a newspark that stayed with you for awhile before she went to live with Elita and her team. As far as we could tell Kia was from your reality. You found her one day in the Nexus and brought her home."
Arcee frowns. "So, if she's living with Elita and her crew, why don't I ever see her?"
"Because she's... not." Blue squares her jaw. "A few weeks before you... 'went on holiday'... her spark failed, and she went back to being just a car."
"What... and nobody told me?" Arcee's shaking slightly.
"'Cee, you were there when it happened."
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While the conversation still appears safe, Random takes the bite that allows him to access the Sunrise's liquid center and starts to drink it slowly, his other drink and the energon pellets forgotten.
When the bomb is dropped, there's no explosion of liquid from his end. Instead, he becomes as still as a stone statue for several moments. After which, he finishes his drink as slowly as before, his hands trembling only as begins to eat the empty husk of his Sunrise.
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He gives the contents of the cube a little swish. " . . . I think I will be . . . Don't know how organics do it . . ." He takes a long drink from his cube and sets it down on the table.
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We can just imagine how most realities' Red Alert would react.no subject
"Thanks. Red'd kill for someone as thorough and dedicated to security as you." And he honestly means that. Except for the killing part. That's something he has learned from humans.
He turns his head towards the kitchen, watching the doorway in more contemplation.
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