CYBERFORMED :: INBOX

[tech_nically]

"You've reached Tech. Currently I'm unable to respond, but if you leave a message, I shall get back to you as soon as I am able to, barring any unforeseeable circumstances, of course."

Comments

Voice; during Scorponok Event

[legalcy]

Tech.

Has the situation changed?

[Minimus is lying on the floor of the space bridge while he calls Tech, but even if he just came back to the land of the living, his first thoughts are about the ship.]

Voice

[tech_nically]

Minimus-

[His monitors of the space bridge output did pick up the recent spike that usually signaled its activation.

The clone's tone is one of cautious relief.]

The threats have not yet been completely neutralized but activity has decreased, likely due to more becoming aware of and attending to the problem.

...are you all right?

[legalcy]

I am alive. [It should be a good enough answer. It's better than being dead. Minimus groans as he pushes himself up into a sitting position.] Did our plan work?

...Have we found the cause of this? [If that much is true, Minimus can start convincing himself that his dead was not entirely a waste.]

[tech_nically]

Good to confirm. ...I'm glad to hear from you.

[He gives Minimus some time. It sounds like he's just returned, and Tech remembers how disorienting it was to find yourself there when the last thing you remembered was being moments from death elsewhere. It's a jarring thing to process.]

It did. Not...as smoothly as we intended. It was no pleasant task to report the results of the situation.

I believe someone has been identified as responsible.

[legalcy]

...That is good, on both accounts. [The trash uprising was quelled.] No one is in any danger are they?

[He stands up slowly, halted with each large movement by the energon rushing to his head and overwhelming his vision with black stains.]

Give me a summary. Where can I go? ow.

[tech_nically]

I have heard of no other incidents, thankfully. [Nothing nearly so dire, at least. He assumes the more belligerent appliances would reasonably be those meant to be scrapped, harboring some kind of inner resentment. As much as that makes sense for an appliance, anyway.]

[Tech pulls up security feed from the space bridge. It's relieving to see as Minimus gets up, considering the last state he'd seen the other in. He does some quick checks of other areas.]

The corridor to the junk room has been secured and no further breaches have been reported. Others aboard the ship have been taking care of things by their own methods, so this uprising has been for the most part, quelled.

I think it best you make contact with those closest to you. I'm sure they will be most relieved to hear you've returned.

[legalcy]

Yes, yes, I'll make sure to get into contact with them. [He first needs to sit down and recover, hopefully in an empty room and not wander into a wake held by the many that have missed him.] Then, I have an arrest to make.

--Was it someone from this ship tampering with electricity?

[tech_nically]

[That, he can't refute. He knows all he wanted to do once he'd revived was sit down and try to wrap his head around things. And have a drink.]

There was a post to the network that may as well be a claim for responsibility, actually. I don't think it was something so simple as tampering.

[legalcy]

Oh for the love of -

[There's a long pause as Minimus searches the recent posts on the network, and it's not long before he finds the incriminating confession.]

Scorponok?! This is all his doing? He's admitting to this?!

[tech_nically]

So it would appear. He certainly isn't denying it, in any case.

video; $aircommander

[vosseeker]

Tech.

I will be traveling to the water planet of Azure at the request of its rulers, and to a surface location overseen by a Warden. Although this is intended to be a purely diplomatic task, as with any mission off the ship there carries a certain level of inherent risk. I would be appreciative if you'd consider joining myself and a few others.

[ He's careful not to phrase it as an order; he may have practiced that a handful of times before connecting the comm. ]

[tech_nically]

A water planet does not sound like an ideal place for a firebird. Is the first destination enclosed?

[He can only assume it's underwater if the other location has been specified as on the surface.]

I however understand such concerns. Can you spare any further details? If I am to accompany you, I wish not to be ill-prepared.

[vosseeker]

It is not. The royals have offered a magic spell—

[ Starscream's expression is less than impressed. ]

—they say will guarantee your safety. That, however, is entirely a matter of trust and if you do not feel comfortable with the risk, I will understand.

[ After Etz, he would never assume. ]

The first is a summons from the King and Queen of Azure, in response to the R2 saving their child.

A second request was made by the Warden called Sovereign. Apparently it wants to offer us some kind of proposal, claiming benefit for all Cybertronians.

I'm highly skeptical, but both messages made mention that Azure is not a Galactic Council planet and therefore our presence isn't an issue.

[tech_nically]

They wouldn't be considered risks if they were something we were comfortable with, now would they?

[Tech taps a claw pensively against his beak.]

That does indeed sound risky, but I should hope that given what prompted them to put forth such a summons, that this meeting is to be on good terms. Perhaps putting a show of trust will not hurt, and unless they have anything against Quetzalkin, I should hope that my presence will not cause more of a complication for you.

I must wonder as to the reason behind the second summons. But it goes without saying that we will likely need to be cautious for both meetings.

That is to say that I will accompany you if you still wish to have me along.

Action

[martingalestrategy]

[Maybe Tech is out and about, minding his own business, but at some point he's stopped in the hallways by unforgettable Martingale. They clasp their hands cutely behind their back and leans towards him in what they definitely think is a flirtatious manner.]

Hey handsome! You heard of the upcoming ball, yes? Don't suppose you already have a date lined up for it?

[And if he does, than it better not be that annoying little bird.]

[tech_nically]

[It's not any surprise to find Tech with datapad in hand. He looks down at Martingale, blinking.]

Ah yes, the annual ball. I actually hadn't really been planning on attending...

[martingalestrategy]

Whaaat? That'd be a terrible shame though!

[Martingale gasps, the outline of their eyes widening.]

Well, I love a good Ball, so would you do me the honour of attending with me?

[They bat their eyelashes at him.]

I can even find you a nice suit! You'll be very dashing, I promise!

[tech_nically]

[Having anyone so adamant about going anywhere with him is so foreign that he has to stare a bit. He'd attended one ball purely out of curiosity and shared a dance with Quintessa. That may as well have been a lifetime ago now that he thinks about it. In a way, it basically was.]

You want me to go with you?

[He manages not to ask why, given how blatant Martingale's fawning has been over him since they'd first met, not that he understands it in the least. Really, he probably shouldn't be surprised.]

...well, I am curious to see how Aureole Memoria is...

Text - Shortly after the Rat King Fight

[ceruleon]

Hey pal! Do me a solid and if any of my brothers ask, Anemone and I weren't on that mission.
Thanks a bunch!

[tech_nically]

Ah. So you are asking me to omit information? I am assuming that they would be displeased if they found out the cause of your injuries.

[ceruleon]

Got it in one!! No wonder everyone says you're smart.

so you onboard or????

[tech_nically]

Well, it isn't as though my squad was always forthcoming with information so long as we completed our mission objective. But if your brothers ask, it's likely out of concern, and I would suggest that you reconsider your priorities. Things may become problematic if not more complicated for you in the long run.

I will however refrain from making mention of your involvement.

[ceruleon]

[Concern is precisely what he is trying to avoid, but the important thing was the agreement.]

Thanks T you're the best!

[tech_nically]

I highly recommend not making this a habit.

Action, There and Gone

[thelordofmisrule]

[ While you were away someone has been in your room.

It doesn't look like this someone has really rifled that much through your possessions. Or stolen anything.

How do you know someone was here? There is a cardboard takeout container indicating the contents are spicy space jalepeno poppers you certainly didn't pick up anywhere. However inside... is a tiny plastic human baby figure. ]

[tech_nically]

[Tech steps back into his room, tapping at his datapad. He pauses once he notices something amiss, eyes narrowing at the container sitting there. He carefully approaches, and then cautiously opens it to look inside.

...and then he sighs, closes it and turns to step back out of the room again.]

ACTION: A small box outside your door contains a handful of...

[thelordofmisrule]

Action (you are under no obligation to respond to this your character can be 'out')

[betterthanmegaman]

[ Recently Bass requested some important information. Who... is the strongest Cybertronian on this ship. He received a hot tip that it was 'Shockwave' but also 'not the Senator one'. There were a few thoughts that went through his processor. One... it was really dumb that there were two people here with the SAME NAME. It must get confusing! Two, while he does (surprisingly) know what a Senator is, he has no idea what a Senator looks like. Do they wear signs? Bass guesses probably not.

This leads him to one conclusion: He has to fight BOTH of them to make sure he's actually fighting the strong one.

This leads him to a second conclusion: He has no idea where Shockwave lives. He could ask for direction, ask if anyone knows... but that begs the question... If they know how strong Bass is will they even tell the truth?

There is now one solution: He has to canvas the ship himself and check every inhabited room he comes across.

So there's the backstory. And that's why Bass, armored up in his winged Treble armor (being able to fly covers ground quicker!) is pounding aggressively at your door.

Sorry. ]

UN: Sarah13

[arewehuman]

A question if I may.

Do you shed feathers?

[tech_nically]

I believe the technical term is "molt," but yes- although not extensively.

Why?

[arewehuman]

Apologies.

I wish to braid feather bracelets from them for those on the ship. According to the cultures of my home, such bracelets are a sign of high honour.

I believe that it is something the R2 has earned.

However, the molted feathers must be given willingly.

[tech_nically]

Feather bracelets? Interesting.

I don't know that I have that many molted feathers to spare, but I suppose I have no real need for them. You are welcome to them if you wish.

Duckstribution

[thelordofmisrule]

[ Tech will find upon the next time he enters his room that someone has left him a gift! A rubber duck... a special one! A phoenix duck! There a note there too! It reads: I found your son! ]