2501/Tour of Ark-32

Tour of Ark-32
Date of Scene:	21 June 2015
Location:	Ark-32
Synopsis:	The Autobots invite the Union to a party on the Ark. Pancakes and cream soda were had.
Cast of Characters:	Kotone Yamakawa, 414, Blurr, 632, Corona Arclite, 796, 802, 806

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Blurr has posed:
    The Ark-32 is one of the Autobots' largest battlecruisers in current operation. It was the first vessel used to travel to their version of Earth. The massive golden structure is shaped somewhat like a blunt arrowhead with a rounded tip and a pair of barbs sticking out of the sides. Currently, it moves in steady geosynchronous orbit with this universe's iteration of Earth, the blue-green planet glowing with resplendent beauty below.

    The crew of the Ark-32 is busy with the finishing touches for an important event--surprisingly, not a battle, nor a training session, or even a war council, but actually more of a party than anything else. Sure, it might not sound that notable, but to a species spurned by just about every other race out there in the universe until the Unification, this feels...almost like a milestone. A reminder that not -everyone- hates them any more.

    There are a lot of logistics involved, however. The Multiverse is an incredibly diverse place, and most of their guests are likely to be organic with a variety of different comfort requirements. One thing for sure is needed, and that is a steady flow of oxygen through the ventilation systems. Fortunately that hadn't been too much fo a challenge, and the flow system is up and running smoothly.

    Additionally, for those who don't have access to space-worthy vehicles, they've managed to arrange shuttles from a location on Earth's surface near a warpgate up to the ship, since some organics wouldn't survive an orbital bounce.

    And finally, since most of the honored guests are probably going to feel rather small in a place like this, they've built a few appropriately sized flying 'tour' vehicles for getting around quickly. They're almost kind of like those cars they have on the 'character experience' rides at Disney's Tomorrowland, except they are -actually- high-tech instead of just made to look that way on the outside.

    Oh and pancakes and cream soda. Because Blurr overheard someone on the Union frequency say that -no one- could possibly dislike pancakes. And no one had expressed any distaste to Corona's suggestion of cream soda. So there, party food (there's even syrup and whipped cream, thank you internet)! As guests arrive, they are greeted by the massive (by comparison) central corridor of the vessel, where the vehicles are lined up near the door and appropriately sized tables/seating are set up with the refreshments.

Blurr has posed:
    As for Blurr himself, the speedster is standing near the door, careful not to step on any of the accommodations. Pretty good turnout, as far as he's concerned. Naturally, he searches for familiar faces, even projecting the holoform down into the groups of guests so that he can interact on a more...personal level.

Corona Arclite has posed:
Corona Arclite even provided said cream soda like she said she would.

She would of brought root beer, but Brimsteel's limited access to root beer is the real, original actually acoholic root beer, and they covered before why people possibly getting tipsy around giant robots and advanced alien technology would be a potentially bad combination for a lighthearted party.

As is she's just plunking the spout into the last keg barrel, having opened for upright pull-handle dispensors for ease of use. Then the barrels can just sit as is instead of needing to be lifted up on their sides. "There ya go, all ready for the arrivin' party goers."

Sarah Rogers (796) has posed:
    Sarah is actually sitting on Blurr's shoulder, ready to help greet the guests. But there's food down there! "Why didn't you tell me there was gonna be food!? How did you even know what people liked to eat!?" The incident at the mall where he made a complete fool of himself is still fresh in her mind. She looks guilty for a moment. She was intending to act as a sort of liaison for people who might be put off by giant robots. But... Pancakes!

    She stands up and zooms down to the reception area, landing gently near Corona. Then she realizes they're the only two guests who've shown up yet, and puts her plans to gorge herself on hold.

    "So.. Hi there, I think we met when that pod crashed the other day, Corona right?"

Revan (414) has posed:
     The Dynamic-class freighter and smuggler's vessel, the Ebon Hawk, was reliably spaceworthy, though there have certainly been times when it wasn't...and even now, some consider that status up for debate. The ship had seem more than its share of battles, carrying its crew to their destinies against the galaxy's greatest threats. And it shows; though tended to with care, the ship carries with it scars not unlike an organic being, unable to be restored to perfect mint status in spite of the care which had gone into it. Especially now, as it was the temporary home of a certain Jedi Knight.

     Entering via the airlock to her ship, Lowri Revan-Shan smiled slightly. It seemed the air had been properly adjusted; the Cybertronians had certainly taken this event seriously. Not that she would have complained either way, considering what the whole thing was about.

     As if to prove that, the Guardian had something of an entourage of her own. An Insecticon skittered along beside her, dwarfing even her own impressive --for a human -- height; clearly the name 'Tiny' was relative. However, her other two were smaller...one of them /much/ smaller at only a foot tall. Ulaire rode on her shoulder in a shinki's equivalent of 'plain clothes', while the utility droid T3-M4 wheeled along on the opposite side of her.

     Lowri waved to Blurr with a slight grin as the group approached. "Looks good! Nice to see all that effort and time paid off."

Corona Arclite has posed:
Corona Arclite gives her hat a polite tip in greeting to Sarah as she lands by the tables. "Ayup. Sorry Ah didn't stick 'round longer afterwards, but that whole fiasco came up with the Behemoth an' what not."

James Rogers (802) has posed:
James, piloting a space-capable quinjet, is approaching ARK-32 broadcasting his Union Ally transponder codes clearly. Aboard the craft he is talking to himself as he approaches the wedge-shaped ship. Almost mantra-lkie he is repeating "They're more mechanical life forms then robots," to himself over and over again as he prepares to land.

Once he recieves clearance to do so, James pilots the quinjet into the designated hangar bay on the ARK-32 and, after touching down on its deckplates, he disengages the engines and activates the actuators that lower the ramp at the front of the ship.

Before he disembarks the plan, James checks the knife in his boot and secures his shield on his back. Then, after taking a deep breath he walks down the ramp and looks around. Seeing Sarah Rogers he waves in her direction and then chuckles upon detecting the first hint of the scent of pancakes.

Septette Arcubielle (632) has posed:
     Coasting through empty space at an almost leisurely clip, Septette allows a small smile to grace her lips as she finishes decelerating, and switches off her jump-assist thrusters just before her clawed feet clatter against the Ark-32's hull. Her short journey was positively glacial by the standards of interstellar travel, but it was timed so she'd arrive just a few minutes early.

     She then proceeds to waste that advantage by spending a quarter of an hour walking along the hull, grumbling to herself as she tries to find an airlock or docking bay. In retrospect, it would've been a good idea to familiarize herself with the ship's layout beforehand...

     When she finally does stroll in to meet Blurr and the others, her synthetic black hair is a tangled mess, her cloak is disheveled, and her cheeriness is remarkably undimmed. She looks around, bright-eyed and metaphorically bushy-tailed, and marvels at her unfamiliar surroundings... before something snaps her back to the present. Something very, very important and urgent. "Are those pancakes? I smell pancakes."

Sarah Rogers (796) has posed:
    Sarah gives a worried nod to Corona, "I heard about that.. sounds like it was a mess. I wish I could have been there." She sighs, "Be right back, there's the brother I never had!" She grins, then darts over to James and hugs him if she's allowed. "Hey! I'm suprised you made it. This didn't strike me as your kind of tour. Help yourself rto some refreshments!" (Because if someone else has some it's no longer rude for me to have some!)

Jai-006 (806) has posed:
There was an event going down to check out something high tech. Something advance and like /hell/ Mike-120 was going to miss it! Even if Jai-006 was against the idea, he was still going! Besides, he can do more tuning and testing later.

The trouble is though, Mike isn't the most sociable types. Well he can be, but when you been trained to be a soldier since the age of six, your brain has been jacked up to the speeds of a Supercomputer, and you tend to be the guy who is technologically the geek. You tend to have some social issues of relating to others around you. Even when trained to keep your individualism and your a natural prankster.

The SPARTAN-II though isn't in his armor, but is actually in a more civil type clothing-- well civil as a SPARTAN can get. He had on a pair of cargo pants, t-shirt, military boots, and a pair of fingerless leather gloves. He had a dark tan that gave him a brown tinge to his skin color, amber brown eyes, and he had stubble shaven head, kept close to military standards. Given that if his hair ever grew out, it be a mess to keep given the curly nature of his hair.

The first thing he is shown is the pick up rides and the tall seven foot one soldier is like a kid in a candy store right now. The more he goes in the more he is excited! His eyes dart around quickly till he is dropped off and he can't help but crouch down as he watches the ride leave. "This place..." He stands back up and places up his arms as he yells out, "Is amazing!"

Yep-- excited Mike is excited.

Blurr has posed:
    "Uh, I thought it was obvious." Blurr shrugs at Sarah's protests. "I mean, isn't it? Don't humans typically have sustenance of some kind at party events?" he asks, as she flies down to ogle the food but not eat it yet then greet James and Corona. Speaking of Corona, he does notice a few other familiar faces! The Autobot waves to Revan and her little entourage, and nods to Corona. "Thanks for bringing the..." he waves at the kegs. "Cream soda." Yeah, that's what it was called! He glances at Mike and Septette, though he doesn't recognize them. Thus far, no one seems adverse to the food, so that's good! He nods at Septette. "Yep, pancakes if I've been told right, that is."

    Others start to file in as well, many of them from the Earth that rotates below, as well as allies from other parts of the Multiverse. Some make a beeline for the food, defusing the awkward 'I don't want to be the first person to take the food' situation, at least! Others head for the flying tour ride, which has begun circulating on its predetermined path through the ship. In the middle of the corridor up ahead, another Autobot, who is actually even -huger- than Blurr, is standing with a datapad in hand. There are also a few other 'Bots hanging around and mingling.

James Rogers (802) has posed:
James smiles at his semi-half-sister's greeting. "Yeah, not really but..." he sounds a bit nervous as he looks around "They are Union allies also and I.... I'm trying to get over my... issues."

As he steps over to the refreshments table he says, "Oooh, whipped cream!" and begins to put some on the top of his cream soda before serving himself a pancake also.

He then asks Sarah, "Would you introduce me to our host," indicating Blurr with a nod.

Revan (414) has posed:
     It looks like Mike had outdone even Lowri in the kid-in-a-candy-store department.In fact, her burning curiosity seems to override her sweet tooth in this instance. At least, except for some cream soda.

     "No, you weren't wrong," she explains to the Autobot. "It really depends on the kind of function. This is more than fine." She thinks. Not that she even knows what those pancake things are. Lowri makes a mental note to try one after she's seen everything.

Jai-006 (806) has posed:
Mike continues to roam around a bit, till he notices Blurr-- No. Not the Holomatter form, but the actual /robot/. He comes to a halt and just stares up, those eyes look like a child staring up at a marvel of a hero for the first time or some mystical wonder.

He takes another step up and just continues to stare. He does note the other people around, but his focus is on the large robot. "The lines... the placement of metal... what a marvel to build and construct. Most take a great deal of power..."

Though he tilts his head faintly. "Would explain the size of the facility..." Then he smells pancakes and he looks over that way. "Oh hey! Pancakes!" Then he makes his way over their to grab a plate, some pancakes... about five of them if he can get away with it and some syrup. Then just plops down on the ground to eat.

Corona Arclite has posed:
"That's right, pancakes and cream soda. Can't have a tour on an empty stomach." Corona grins as she fills a glass of soda and snags some pancakes before they're all gone.

Sarah Rogers (796) has posed:
    Sarah unfortunately, already has a bite pancake in her mouth by the time James asks about their host. She mumbles something about Autobots, then washes her food down with some Cream soda. Between that and the syrup, It's bound to give someone a sugar rush eventually. "The big Blue guy is Blurr." She says with a smile after wiping her mouth, "I.. have absolutely no idea how he works, but he does seem much more like a living thing than a robot, despite appearances." She places a hand on her head for a moment then looks up at Blurr. "Next time you host a party like this.. We need to talk about more variety in the food. Something with protein to offset all the sugar."

Septette Arcubielle (632) has posed:
     Not wanting to seem rude by keeping her coat on, the petite robot girl finds a place to hang the ragged lavender cloak near the entrance, revealing her eerie skeletal form and folded-in blades. Nobody's going to be bothered by her appearance here, right? ... Right?

     With that taken care of, she moseys on over to the pancakes and piles several of them onto a plate- by the time she actually walks up to Sarah, James, and Blurr, there are five or six balanced on the platter, and her syrupy claws hint that there used to be more. She might not *need* to eat, but... hey, free pancakes!

     Beaming at her host and fellow guests, Sept takes a little curtsy- surprisingly elegant, given her distinctly inhuman legs- and then folds her hands behind her back, setting the half-finished pancakes aside. "My apologies- you might not have recieved my RSVP? I'm Septette Arcubielle. Pleased to meet you all."

Jai-006 (806) has posed:
Mike glances over to Corona as she speaks and goes to reply to her. "I am really looking forward to the..." he stares at her, "...tour." He noms on the pancake a bit, but its hard to determine /why/ he is staring a her. Beyond the fact she was /not/ human and if anyone understands /anything/ about SPARTANS they have issues with non-humans.

Maybe this is why Jai tried to get him to stay back at the base. They were new to the Multiverse after all. They didn't know what was out there. "You are... a fox lady." He says calmly.

This is when he really starts to scan over who and /what/ is actually here. How many are human, how many are not. As if someone hit a switch and went: 'you may be around hostiles or hostiles could be near'. This caused him to chew a bit oddly actually, even as he eyes went over to the robot woman who was addressing everyone.

Then his eyes go over to the woman who explained who the large blue robot was. Blurr. Right. Yep, this was going to be an interesting tour all right.

James Rogers (802) has posed:
On seeing Septette without her cloak an 'OH SHIT' expression flashes across James' features and he looks ready to set his plate down to ready his shield but a quick glance at Sarah keeps him from taking action. "Is... she looks like a...." he stops speaking and drinks the rest of his soda, gulping it down nervously.

Corona Arclite has posed:
"Last time I checked I still was!" Corona replies to Mike with a laugh, having apparently taken the Captain Obvious comment as a joke. People pointing it out is hardly a new thing. At least he didn't call her 'Foxy Lady' like Gogo had, that had entirely different connotations to it. Though that, too, had been a joke.

Her ears twitch at the other conversations going around as she chews on some pancakes, glancing from the SPARTAN over to James's reaction at seeing Septette is a robot, and back again. "Y'all are still a bit new to the Multiverse, ain't ya..."

Blurr has posed:
    Blurr's confidence in the food seems bolstered when Revan assures him that he wasn't wrong. Good, good. He watches as the guests pile pancakes onto their plates. "Huh, I didn't know you guys liked to eat that many at once, is that normal? Maybe we should have ordered more." The Autobot wonders.

    Then he catches sight of Mike staring at him, and talking to himself. "Uhm. Yeah, thanks?" Was that intended to be a compliment. "Hi there, I'm Blurr." he introduces himself, though Sarah beats him to it. He nods at Septette. Another mechanical lifeform, it seems. There weren't too many of those out there. "Nice to meet you, Arcubielle."

    After a few minutes, a soft feminine-sounding voice comes on over the intercomm. "Ladies, gentlemen, and other esteemed guests. Welcome to the Ark-32. Please direct your attention toward the bridge at this time, as we will be handing the floor over to Tyrest Accord Enforcer Ultra Magnus." At this, the crowds begin to quiet in antipication of the beginning of the program.

Sarah Rogers (796) has posed:
    Septette's uncloaked form is a bit of a shock even to Sarah, and she grew up in a place where unsual people and tech was the norm! She instictively steps between her and James, and manages to offer a pleasant smile. "Hi, I'm Sarah, and this is my sort of brother James." She's intent on not letting Septette try to shake James' hand. "You ahh.. I mean.. People look a lot different in person after only hearing them on the comm channels." She gives a nod of confirmation to Cornoa, "That obvious is it?"

Jai-006 (806) has posed:
Mike-120 looks over to Corona as he finishes the last of the pancakes. He isn't quick to reply, instead he seems to be observing her, including what she is wearing. If any weapons are on her, where they are--- which was all done in a second or less really.

Once he does finish he goes to stand up and discards the plate in the proper bin, before he reaches over for the soda. Cracks up the can with ease of his finger and then drinks some of it down. Nope he hasn't answered he question yet. Mostly because aliens typically were a bad deal-- but he now realized he was in an alien base. Looking at alien things. Surrounded by alien giant /awesome/ robots-- but still aliens.

It takes him a moment to look at the can, the label before he actually responds to Corona. "Gray Team. Mike Dash One Two Zero. Head Engineer." He says to her. "And yes. We are." His voice was a bit more curt this time around, he was a touch more on edge. He'll relax a bit-- probably.

Then the voice speaks up and he looks to the bridge. So... these guys were also heavy militarized as well-- or at least... some type of enforcement.

Revan (414) has posed:
     Oh well, it looks as if right now everyone was focused on the pancakes, and it wasn't as if she was going to refuse rather than just delay it. Then again, she's distracted by another kind of robot. This was getting better and better. And she hadn't even gotten around to visiting the Gurhal system yet!

     "Nice to meet you. I'm Lowri Shan," she says to Septette, deliberately keeping herself from going into analysis mode. After all, robots, unlike droids, were living...just of the non-organic variety.

     And then the show was about to start. Tiny got a pat on the head as the Jedi leaned on the Insecticon slightly to watch.

James Rogers (802) has posed:
Having finished his drink, James sets down the plate without having touched the pancake and watches Septette with some aprehension, now from behind Sarah. He seems glad when their hosts speak up as it gives him a more expected 'robot' to focus on rather than the human-headed one that is triggering thoughts he really doesn't want to have in his head.

Corona Arclite has posed:
Corona Arclite didn't bring any guns with her for this, at least that are in obvious view. There is a holster on the right side of one of her crossed-over toolbelts, but it's empty... Okay, the Arclite Cutters could be considered a weapon but they're -technically- a tool. Besides, the plasma torches weren't distinguishable from the rest of her western style gloves.

"A fellow machinist, eh? No wonder they sent ya to see." She reachs over to pat Mike on the shoulder. "Doncha worry lad, y'all get use to it after a bit." With that she takes her drink and ambles over to where she's got a good view of the proceedings. Gotta make sure she's up front to see, being somewhat short and all. This Magnus fella sounds pretty important, what with a title like that and all.

Septette Arcubielle (632) has posed:
     Septette nods emphatically to Sarah. "I know what you mean! I knew Corona was a fox, but somehow, it didn't really click with me until I saw her just now..." Innocently, she holds out her hand to James- though she tactfully decides not to offer him the syrupy one. Instead, she extends her more clearly weaponized claw, complete with menacing fingernail-like spikes. All of the really pointy bits are safely folded in, but...

     Thankfully, at the last moment, she's distracted by Lowri's introduction (to which she responds with a cheery smile and a polite tilt of her head) and the announcement (which promptly causes her to hush up and listen).

Blurr has posed:
    Yes, Mike is right. The Autobots are many things, but they are above all a military organization. Standing in the corridor in front of the bridge, Ultra Magnus is a towering Autobot. If people thought Blurr was large--well, Magnus is several heads taller and wider than he is. As such, as soon as the announcement is made, there is a low hum and platform where the food and guests are begins to shift...

    Panels near the edge move outward, expanding the platform as it actually starts to slowly yet surely elevate above the rest of the floor, so that the audience doesn't have to strain their necks so far upward just to respect the speaker! (For the tech nerds, it's probably a maglev-like device.) Also, railings come up over the edges, to prevent a fall.

    Finally, once the platform has reached its destination, Ultra Magnus addresses the audience. "Honored Union guests and allies, I would like to thank you all for taking the time to come here today. For many millions of Earth years, our race has been spurned by the rest of the galaxy. But now, because of the Union, we are no longer forced to live in isolation from other civilizations, which is something we are extremely grateful for.

    "This novel cooperative effort is the reason for today. We will begin with a brief overview of our kind's history." A 3-D holographic projection appears next to him, showing an image of Cybertron as it once was. "As you all likely already know, we Autobots hail from the planet Cybertron. For many centuries, our planet flourished under a representative governing body, and peace reigned." The image changes, showing footage of a propering society, with the Autobots serving as the police and military.

    "But those in power fell to corruption, seeking control over every aspect of not only society but life itself. A rebellion arose, and our great leader Optimus Prime, offered his partnership to them in building a new world order with equality at its roots. However they refused to trust us, instead lashing out at us in violence." The images display footage of battles on Cybertronian soil, along with a lot of wholesale destruction. There's probably quite a bit of Simanzi Massacre in there, with bits of Overlord's Garrus-9.

    "These rebels were known as the Decepticons, with whom we've been at war for millennia. A war that has not only robbed us of our own home planet, but others of theirs as well." The footage shows more war and destruction, and more Decepticons razing innocent civilizations to the ground. Emphasis on the -Decepticons- part, because the Decepticons are clearly the villains, here!

James Rogers (802) has posed:
At the mention of the Decepticons, James mutters, "Of course there are evil robots. There are always evil robots." While he means for this not to carry, anyone around him with exceptional hearing -- or whose back he is close to -- can probably overhear him.

Corona Arclite has posed:
Well this is certainly more convenient, and easier on the neck to boot. There's even a railing. Which means Corona can lean on it, folding her arms across the top and pay more attention to what's going on.

"Always someone that's gotta be a spoilsport," she mutters when it's pointed out there's evil alien robots as well.

Jai-006 (806) has posed:
Mike just falls into silence as he watches the video. His eyes observe the destruction of planets and they cause him to furrow his brows. That light gone from them as something kinda clicks in his head. Oh-- he knows /all/ about glassing of planets. He has witnessed such things first hand and made sure the bastards who did it-- found themselves even in a worst fate then death sometimes.

The observation and thought of it, was causing his hand to easily crush the can. SPARTAN strength is a curse when your not paying attention and he stops himself just in time before the can busts a seam or something. Then with a soft tsk, he tosses the can away-- including whatever was left in it. Losing all good cheer for the moment.

Sarah Rogers (796) has posed:
    Sarah elbows James in the ribs, "There are always evil humans too, and probably evil Fox-girls too!" She pauses a moment, "No offense Corona!" She says apologetically. "The point is, Cybertonians are as alive as any of us, and they have just as much potential for good and evil as anyone else."

Septette Arcubielle (632) has posed:
     Rocking back and forth on her heels slightly, Septette half-closes her eyes even as her fluorescent purple eyes glow brighter. Those peculiar triangular ear-fins adjust themselves slightly, trying to fine-tune themselves to the acoustics of the room. Her expression is a little hard to read, but internally, she's sceptical: few things are as black-and-white as this war is being made out to be, and naturally, it's in this 'Magnus' character's best interests to make his own side look like the good guys. But, not wishing to offend her hosts, the little robot girl keeps those thoughts to herself.

     Those carefully-tuned auditory receptors of hers pick up the sound of Mike crushing his drink can- and, more arrestingly, James' comment. Very slowly turning to face him, Septette stares at the young hero witheringly. A warm, easy smile still decorates her face, but her voice is like ice: "Not always, Mr. Rogers. Not always."

Revan (414) has posed:
     It was probably a good thing James hadn't come across HK-47 yet...and especially that an alternate Dark-Sided version of Revan had built the psychotic assassin droid. At least droids -- even psychopathic assassination ones -- generally weren't a major problem in her galaxy. Plenty of /other/ problems, but that wasn't one of them.

     "Hm. That's a familiar history," she mused softly, more to herself than anyone else. Of course, the Sith were generally quite thoroughly evil, but Revan had learned some time ago that rarely were things so simple or so black-and-white.

     The Jedi nodded to Sarah. "Everything truly alive does. There's good and evil everywhere you go, and not everyone defines them in the same ways."

James Rogers (802) has posed:
"I didn't say every robot was evil," James says to Septette. "Just that there always seems to be evil robots. And yes, Sarah's right. Evil isn't unique to robots."

Jai-006 (806) has posed:
"Evil isn't unique to anything." Mike responds over hearing part of the conversation going around. "Everyone has some evil and some good in them, just depends on where they want to stand on the totem pole of life." He then crosses his arms over his chest.

He grinds his teeth a bit as his jaw tightens up. He could probably eat his own words really.

Blurr has posed:
    Just as James, Sarah, and Revan and company have a few comments of their own to make in response to the presentation, there is a general low murmur from the crowd. Some take Magnus' word for it, while others agree with the idea that things are rarely so black-and-white.

    Nonetheless, Magnus continues on. "As much chaos and destruction as the war has caused, our cooperation with the Union has created a hope where previously there had been one. A hope that one day, we will be victorious over the Decepticons, and peace will be restored to our race and to our planet." He pauses, then nods before stepping off to the side. "Thank you."

    Almost immediately, Blurr gets up in his place. "Right, thanks for listening," he begins, then adds in a lower tone, "...as stiff and boring as Magnus typically is. Anyway." His voice returns to normal. "I'm Blurr, some of you already know me, but yeah. Just a few things, there's still plenty of food left, so help yourselves, and if you'd like to see the tour, just hop onto one of the tour vehicles, and it should take you on through. If you'd like a guide other than a recording, just flag me or someone who is hopefully not Magnus down." Because, you know, you might just die of boredom especially after having just gotten a good dose of it just now. That is unless you're Lowri?

Blurr has posed:
    As soon as Blurr is finished speaking, the platform moves back down to the floor and clinks back into place, the railings also folding back in.

Sarah Rogers (796) has posed:
    Sarah looks around at the gathering, sensing the unspoken tension in the room. Finally she takes to the air, and flies up until she's eye level with Ultra Magnus. "For the benefit of everyone here who's being politely quiet. I'm going to ask the question that's on everyone's mind. Let me start by saying that I consider Blurr a close friend, even if he is a speedfreak idiot. I trust him and I believe him to be a good person, or Cybertonian." She smirks. "But, what makes you believe that you're on the right side of this conflict?"

Septette Arcubielle (632) has posed:
     Either Septette's chilly tone was a momentary lapse in composure, or it was a deliberately targeted message- but either way, that demeanor leaves as soon as it came. Her controlled affect remains just as sunny as when she first came in... though her tongue hasn't dulled any. Quietly, she replies: "Our world never had heroes like you, Mr. Rogers. It had us. We fought and died against unspeakable horrors so that the blood of your kind did not have to be shed. Tell me where the evil is in that."

Corona Arclite has posed:
And there's the word for the tours. "I CALL SHOTGUN!" Corona belts out of instinct as she hustles for the tourcraft and climbs in. This is the part that she's been waiting for!

James Rogers (802) has posed:
James' ringers on his right hand twitch where his gun would normally be -- but of course he chose to leave that on the quinjet intentionally. He reaches over his shoulder with his left arm and grabs his shield, swinging it around in front of him, reading it on his arm and activating its dull red force field in one, smooth and obviously practiced motion. He holds the shield between himself and Septette and says, "With very few exceptions, in my experience, the best robot is a permanently deactivated and dismembered robot," without any attempt to keep his voice from carrying. Yeah, this may not be pretty.

Revan (414) has posed:
     Lowri stifles a sigh. The Avenger is right, morally-speaking. On the other hand, she really hopes this isn't going to lead to a diplomatic incident...particularly when there were other disagreements brewing. Not that she's anticipating anyone leaving and joining the Confederacy and abandoning all commitment to saving lives, but tension in the ranks was never a good thing.

     It didn't seem that she needed to step in anywhere yet -- she seemed to be pulling triple-duty when it came to acting in her capacity as a Jedi, when this was typically the job for a Consular -- where it came to the issue of Autobot bias. Unfortunately, James seems entirely on edge when it comes to Septette. She could understand both perspectives, to some degree, this being part of the job. Looks like the tour would have to wait for a moment.

     "All right, take it easy there," she soothed. "We're all from different backgrounds and races, but we're also all members of the Union and allies. No one's intended to harm or offend anyone."

Blurr has posed:
    Ultra Magnus is perfectly happy to answer Sarah's question. Okay not happy. Magnus -never- looks happy, but he is very -willing- answer her question, even as the platform lowers and crowds disperse, some heading for the tour while others for more refreshments. "We have always striven to uphold the law, maintain order, and prevent chaos from destroying more lives, whether innocent or not. Decepticons, on the other hand, have no regard for life. Instead, they are hell-bent upon exacting eternal revenge on whomever they decide is deserving of it. Mainly, that's -us-, however, anyone who gets in their way is bound to suffer, as you clearly saw in today's presentation." he answers, his voice stoic yet purposeful.

    Meanwhile, Blurr notices Corona jump into the tour vehicle eagerly, and once she's sat down, she finds the speedster's holoform sitting next to her. They're the first to get on, so he waits for the other seats to fill up. Though he does peer at her curiously. "Shotgun?" he asks, not familiar with the saying.

    James does get some looks, but honestly his reaction is mild compared to the treatment they've gotten from the other organics in their home galaxy. Namely, the Galactic Council and the Blackbox Consortia. At least he isn't trying to murder them all. At least he's actually -here- today. So no one kicks him out just yet.

Septette Arcubielle (632) has posed:
     One of the little robot's eyebrows quirks in disbelief- or is that just amusement? "The children of the forge are the children of man, Mr. Rogers," Septette intones softly. "And one may judge a tree by its fruit. If you wonder why your robots are 'evil', perhaps you need only look within yourself."

     Waving her hand almost dismissively, she turns her back on James, barely looking over her shoulder to address him... and revealing her gracile, vulnerable-looking spine to him in the process. "I'll not indulge your stereotypes by baring fangs or rattling sabers, Mr. Rogers. Might does not make right here. But if you'd care for a 'friendly' spar, I am not one to decline..."

Corona Arclite has posed:
"Front passanger seat," Corona replies to Blurr's avatar. She's gotten use to seeing it pop up in places the speedster himself can't fit. "Onna stagecoach it's where ya sit with the rifle to fend off outlaws so the driver ain't gotta stop drivin'... but lotta more modern races just use it to claim the non-driver seat in the front because it's s'ppose to be the best one to see what's goin on."

Sarah Rogers (796) has posed:
     Sarah folds her arms as she listens to Magnus, but seems satisfied by the end of it, "Alright, That's a perfect Union member in my book, I'm satisfied if everyone else is. Thank you." She bows in mid air to Magnus, and turns to fly back down to the group.

    James and Septette gain her immediate attention on the way back, so of course she lands next to them. "Don't make me separate you two." She says in a motherly tone. It's directed mostly at James however, and mostly humourous. "C'mon, lets get on the bus while there's still some good seats left!"

James Rogers (802) has posed:
"/I/ didn't make Ultron, nor did my parents who he killed!" James yells at Septette. Sure, he's also not going to mention that the man who /raised/ him did. No, not at all.

An offer to fight. Its obvious that he's tempted to take her up on this, he's angry enough after all. But... she's an ally also and, Sarah called Blurr a friend. He grunts in frustration over the internal conflict and then turns and takes out that frustration on one of the snack tables by forcably slamming his shield into the table sending flapjacks and bottles of cream soda flying though the air!

Blurr has posed:
    As soon as James makes a mess of one of the snack tables, small drones quickly fly over to it and begin picking up the mess, righting the table and tossing the sullied food and drink. They don't complain, of course. They're just drones!

    Blurr nods to Corona as she explains what 'shotgun' means. "Ohh! I see. Well no one is really driving this, since it's controlled by a pre-scripted navigation program." He glances over at Sarah and the others. "You guys coming or what?" He doesn't seem fazed by James' tantrum.

Kotone Yamakawa has posed:
Kotone Yamakawa has been here for a while she's looked at James for a moment as he's giving Septette. Kotone seems abit off visually nothing major but on the other han to the likes of Rivan? She'd be visable to force powers. She takes a deep breath and is about to speak up as she looks to James for a moment. "I suggest we move on from this?"

she looks at James for a moment she looks at things are about to get going. She shakes her head at james there's nothing she think she can say now tht might help...sides she'll come under fire if he clicks to her nature.

Corona Arclite has posed:
Corona Arclite leans back in the seat while waiting. After making sure her tail is tucked down by her feet and out of the way. "Yeah, in this case it just means gettin' a front seat so I can see -every-thing. Cuz, y'know." She slides a hand back and forth over her head, just past her ears. "Short and all that."

Then notices other familiar faces in the crowd she didn't before, and waves. "Hey Koto! Over here! We're gonna go on a tour of the ship."

Septette Arcubielle (632) has posed:
     It's impossible for Septette not to have noticed James' little outburst, but she doesn't flinch or look back on her way to the shuttle, betraying no sign that she was even paying attention... not until one of the falling drink cans comes close to hitting her on the head. Without breaking stride, she flips a long, curved blade out of her forearm and cuts the overhead can in half, letting out a gout of carbonated liquids. "Coming," she chirps cheerfully.

     Once comfortably seated a row behind Corona, she glances at Sarah and smiles again. "Thanks for your help," she murmurs. "And yours as well, Lowri. I do apologize for souring the mood..."

Sarah Rogers (796) has posed:
    Sarah picks James up by his collar, not unlike a Mother Cat picking up a misbehaving Kitten, "That's enough James! Either get on the Bus or get out of here!" She lets him hang in the air for a moment then lets him drop, then bends down to scoop up a bottle of soda that happens to be rolling by. With that she makes her way to the bus, sitting down near Septette as a way of showing there's no hard feelings, and glaring back at James as she does so.

Revan (414) has posed:
     Lowri can't exactly lecture non-Jedi on maintaining calm, especially not ones not even from her galaxy, definitely not with the kind of past she had. On the other hand, she was sorely tempted to clock him with something to knock some sense into him. The Jedi had heard there were some Masters fond of doing that to errant padawans, so it'd be fine! But she did sympathise, even if she didn't have a past she could really remember. "Nothing is going to be solved getting angry here and now," she continued, albeit probably failing her Charisma rolls before turning to Septette, not chiding exactly. "Come on now, don't provoke him. What issues he has are ones he'll have to work out on his own."

     But the tour awaited, and she didn't want to keep anyone waiting. "Sorry! Be right over!" she calls over to Blurr with a sunny smile before joining the tour group. Besides, Sarah seems in a much better position to smack some proper sense into her alternate-universe half-brother.Kotone earned a significant glance...rather odd that she could sense her. Curious.

James Rogers (802) has posed:
The spray of soda, while sticky and not a little gross, actually seems to have had a chilling effect on James. As Sarah picks him up he turns off the field generator on his shield and -- while they are in the air -- he says, "Sorry, I think you're right and I should leave," to her.

When the Rogers 'kids' touch down, James says, "I appologize for my outburst," to everyone around and adds, "I'll see myself out." He then heads back towards the hangar where his quinjet is parked.

Sarah Rogers (796) has posed:
Sarah Rogers sighs and shakes her head, "This trip would have been good for you!" She calls to James as he stalks off, a note of apology in her voice.

Blurr has posed:
    Blurr watches as Septette slices a soda can in half. Hah, nice. She's sure good with those blades. Thankfully, the drama doesn't seem to escalate any further, as James calms down. But the Autobots don't want him to leave because of that! "Hey," the speedster calls out after him. "Don't worry about it. We're just happy you decided to even come. And honestly, your little outburst was nothing compared to the way some other organics have treated us, and continue to even right now. That's the whole reason for this event, don't you get it? To help ease people's fears, clear up any misunderstandings. Really it's the fear of the unknown that gets people."

    The craft is fully loaded now, but for one last seat should James change his mind and decide to accompany them anyway.

Septette Arcubielle (632) has posed:
     Septette doesn't look back until she hears James' apology- seems that surprised her more than the errant beverage. She stares at him for a moment or two as he walks off, with an impassive and unreadable expression. Whatever she's thinking about, it's obvious that she doesn't want to broadcast it to those around her.

     Finally, her dimmed eye-lights brighten again, and she leans back in her seat. "You're right," she says to no one in particular. "I valued my own pride over de-escalating the situation. That's... not a tenable strategy for a diplomat." Then, glancing at Sarah again: "When you're able, please tell him that the sparring match wasn't just an excuse to break his jaw. He looks like he needs a punching bag."

Kotone Yamakawa has posed:
Kotone Yamakawa is going to try to keep in a good mood, if you took a good look you could get her synthic nature but well? There's clearly something legitly alive in all that sythentics. She does look back, but she just seems curious about Revan herself

Corona Arclite has posed:
Corona Arclite doesn't remember if she can actually touch Blurr's avatar or not, so refrains from doing so. "Eh, he'll be okay. Some folks just take longer than others to adjust to... how things are 'round here. Sometimes they gotta go on their own to do it, too."

Sarah Rogers (796) has posed:
    Sarah looks at Septette thoughtfully as she mentions sparring match. "I will, but that gives me an idea too. As I understand it it's impossible to actually kill anybody in the Ring of Philosophy. Maybe the two of you could meet there and... figure out a way to work out your differences?" She suggests, "I don't want to see it come to blows, but if it does, that's the best possible place for it to happen." She looks up towards Blurr, "Thanks for being so cool about this! I didn't realize he was going to react so baddly, I'm sorry."

James Rogers (802) has posed:
James may have heard the invitation to return but he simply heads to his quinjet and walks up the ramp. After a few minutes the ramp closes and the plane takes off and departs after recieving clearance to take off from ARK-32 control.

Septette Arcubielle (632) has posed:
     "I can attest to that," the skeletal robot replies wryly. "My first match there ended with the tungsten floor vaporized. We both came out unhurt-" She pauses for a moment, as if stopping to reconsider her words, though in reality that takes scant milliseconds for her. "-or rather, with the same wear-and-tear we went in with."

Blurr has posed:
    Blurr sighs as James ignores the request for him to stay. Ah, well. Maybe he just needs some time to himself first. But hopefully this at least helped somewhat. Finally though, the tourcraft takes off, moving first toward the doors to the bridge, which open as they approach.

    Inside, it actually looks much like a typical bridge on a large flagship, though much larger of course. And the controls are mostly just large sockets where the crew can interface with the ship's systems. Large holopanel screens show various readings from throughout the vessel, as well as views of the stars and the Earth outside.

    "So, yeah, this is the bridge. Most of everything is controlled from here. Communications, weapons, propulsion, sensor arrays, navigation." He points out the various stations as the craft whizzes by at a pace that is swift yet slow enough to catch a good view of everything.

Corona Arclite has posed:
Corona Arclite leans over the side of the tourcraft a bit to look as they pass through the bridge. She lets out a low whistle of impression, but then something does catch her eyes. She sits up and turns back to Blurr's avatar. "How come those controllers ain't got much for controls on em? Y'all just plug right into them with yer brains or something?" Or whatever they call what serves as a brain for them.

Blurr has posed:
    "We interface with the system itself, yeah." Blurr confirms, nodding. "For most functions, anyway. There are some manual controls, but for most things we just get into the code ourselves. It allows for better reaction time, and such."

Sarah Rogers (796) has posed:
    "Makes sense to me." Sarah muses, "The ship itself, is it like you? Is it alive?" She asks curiously. She of course wants to know if it can maybe turn into an even *bigger* robot, but she leaves that unsaid. "How often do you have organic vistors? I notice we're not having any trouble breathing, and we've even got gravity!"

Septette Arcubielle (632) has posed:
     It only takes a fraction of a second for Sept to soak in all the details of the scenery here- not that she isn't curious, but there's only so much one can glean by staring at a static scene. Swiftly, she turns her rapt attention back to the other passengers, quietly glancing from one to the next, and memorizing Blurr's words for later analysis.

     Once she's done rubbernecking, the lights in her eyes go off altogether, and she wraps herself back up in that ragged lavender cloak- seems she grabbed it on the way to the tourcraft. She pulls it tightly around her angular shoulders as if it were a safety blanket of sorts, and quietly mulls over questions of her own.

     "Where I come from, artificial intelligences are airgapped from one another and all other information systems- not that there are many. Don't you risk being compromised by malware by directly connecting to such inputs?"

Kotone Yamakawa has posed:
Kotone Yamakawa watches as James depart there's nothing much she can do for that. She looks abotu the bridge and she muses for a moment.

"This is in better condtion than the last bridge of a cryberotian craft that I saw."

Blurr would know what she's talking about.

"Likely so or wireless of some sort. Ah I'm right, but I'd way manual controls would be for emergancies of some sort? OR if you were having osme sort of mixed species crew? I was wondering about your info security but I can tell you Septette their measures are /nasty/ I nearly got fried by em."

Sarah Rogers (796) has posed:
    Sarah leans over to Kotone and asks conspiratorially, "Was Blurr responsible for the state of that ship? Cuz that's what happened last time I went on a trip with him!"

Kotone Yamakawa has posed:
Kotone Yamakawa repliees back in much the same way. "Yes, but he was shot down so it wasn't entirely his fault that time." She snickers a little bit at the last part.

Blurr has posed:
    Blurr nods at Septette's question. "It is a risk, yeah. But we do have our own security measures to protect against that." It's actually happened before. He nods toward Kotone, and chuckles at Sarah. "No, this one isn't, but there are some who are." Like Sky Lynx, Omega Supreme, and Metroplex. "Actually, this is the first time in a while since we've had organic visitors. So we did have to make a lot of preparations for this. Like the oxygen in the ventilation systems."

    The craft moves on, zipping into a small opening likely meant for maintenance drones. It comes out in the troop quarters, where the hab suites are. Identical doors with different numbers on them line the corridor, and there is also a recreactional area with drink dispensers and seating. "Habitation suites are as the name implies. This is where the crew lives, whoever happens to be stationed here at any time."

Corona Arclite has posed:
"And the cream soda!" Corona chimes in on the list of preparations. She laughs a bit as the craft scoots into the next section. Habitation suit. Recreational area. "Now see, that's how ya know they're sentient. They know how to sit back and relax on occassion, just like any other folk."

Revan (414) has posed:
     Lowri manages to drag her attention away from...well, nearly everything to flash a smile at the Autobot. "Good work on the air mixture this time," she comments. "Since most of us turned out to be organics of the human persuasion, it worked out nicely."

Septette Arcubielle (632) has posed:
     Septette taps her chin, producing a clinking sound like someone trying to toast using fine china. "What do you use normally? Nitrogen? I'd assume that cuts down on flammability and corrosion- and if all of you could operate in unpressurized environments effectively, the ship wouldn't have atmospherics infrastructure at all."

Sarah Rogers (796) has posed:
    Sarah pales a bit at Revan's comment, "You mean they got it wrong the last time?" She asks nervously, "Was everyone okay?" She leans back are stares into space for a few moments, recent events racing through her head. Victoria's Secret, Pancakes and Creme Soda, Air mixtures. "We are all very lucky to be alive right now." She says finally in a stunned monotone.

Corona Arclite has posed:
Corona Arclite chuckles a bit. "Nah, nah, we were just fine. It just had that kinda awkward cuz they didn't realize when we breath 'oxygen' from an atmosphere it's not -pure oxygen-."

Revan (414) has posed:
     The Jedi shakes her head with a slight grin. "No, they just had pure oxygen. It was fine, I just noted that mast organics actually breathe a mixture of different gases. It's probably safer as well, if there's anything flammable around."

Kotone Yamakawa has posed:
Kotone Yamakawa pauses for a moment. "Your right even if there was ai bad ventlation..." She doesn't want to think about that for a moment. She is taking a look at the troop regions she notices the doors and humms and sees the Recreational area.

"Pretty much troop barracks right? I wonder if your troops are like human ones get em bored enough and leave them with something to see how they break it?"

Sarah Rogers (796) has posed:
    Sarah still looks a little nervous, "Do you have people who study other races? Biologists, Anthropologists, or the like?" She asks Blurr, "If not, you need to find some Autobots with an interest in that kind of thing, and have them start working closely with us organic types. Otherwise I'm still a little worried that a cultural exchange might result in unintentional loss of life."

Blurr has posed:
    "Yeah, no small thanks to you guys." Blurr smiles at Revan and Corona in regards to the ventilation systems. "You know I'm not too sure about that." he replies in response to the question about what they normally use. "You'd have to ask Jetfire or Perceptor about that." he glances at Sarah. "Jazz used to study other cultures. But yeah, we do have scientists."

    Back into the maintenance shafts, the craft speeds up and moves into the repair bay, which is essentially like an infirmary for mechanical lifeforms. Cybertronian-sized berths line the walls, along with various monitoring equipment and tables filled with cutting, welding and surgical tools.

Corona Arclite has posed:
The medbay sparks more of Corona's interest again, and the foxgirl is once more leaning a bit over the edge to look down. She can see some of the familiar machinery as they would have in the train construction shops back in Loadstar, just much more sleek and futuristic. While the more cybertronian specific equipment is as alien as it is astounding.

Revan (414) has posed:
     Lowri taps her chin thoughtfully. "Jazz? I've spoken to him over the broadband, and from what I've heard he still does. But it'd be helpful to have some biologists on hand, just in case."

     Then suddenly, what is likely the highlight of the trip for the Guardian. Like Corona, she might be leaning slightly over the edge to get a better look...and some use of Force powers to be able to see a little farther than what is humanly possible. She did so enjoy her droid maintenance, even if robots were far more complex.

Corona Arclite has posed:
Corona Arclite thinks for a moment. "Don't think I've meet that one. But heard him on the radio a few times."

Kotone Yamakawa has posed:
Kotone Yamakawa says "She's got a good idea I think getting to understand things more would be a good idea or to get htem here. I admit I find your technology interesting. The stuff I could do with cast off armour alloy /alone/ would be mind boggling I think. Still Ig et why you keep it lcoked down and where has Jazz been? I heard him from time to time."

Sarah Rogers (796) has posed:
    Sarah makes mental notes. Jazz. Jetfire, Perceptor. Honestly though she'll take anyone who's holomatter avatar could convincinglty pass for human for more than five minutes. One of these days, when she feels like Blurr deserves it, she's going to explain the Victoria's Secret incident to a room full of people. Fortunately today is about easing relations, so she won't play that card. The Repair Bay perks her interest, not as much as the true techheads here, but she has to resist the urge to fly down and touch stuff.

Blurr has posed:
    "Heh, doesn't surprise me. He's always been fascinated with other cultures, espcecially humans." Blurr comments regarding Jazz. "But that's part of the reason why we're hosting this event. To help the rest of the Union understand us better, and vice versa, so that we have fewer people who uh...are like that guy who left earlier, I guess."

    At the moment, there are even a few mechs in here, getting some minor repairs. A medic is sealing up an armor breach with a laser welder as they pass by. The more intensive care patients are probably out of sight in more closed-off areas, though. The craft circles the perimeter of the main area, giving the guests a chance to ask any questions of Blurr they might have.

Corona Arclite has posed:
Corona Arclite doesn't have much to ask at the moment. Mostly because she's watching the medics work, and knows that not being a medic himself Blurr probably can't answer most of the questions she would ask at the moment.

Kotone Yamakawa has posed:
Kotone Yamakawa is curious about the holomatter avatar as well she admit. "Humm the avatars sound like a lot of the remote drone work I do for a certain orgnization then agian drone operation is a fiarly big thing these days back home. Understanding is good I think. Then again I kinda have one foot in both worlds really at this rate."

Blurr has posed:
    "The avatar are holomatter projections." Blurr explains. "They can take on any size or shape and can be projected through most walls or barriers." After spending a few minutes in the repair bay, the tour craft whisks back out into the corridor and makes a couple of more stops at the armory and training facilities before returning to the hallway near the docks where they had originally boarded. "Well I hope that was interesting and informative for you all." the Autobot comments as the group disembarks. "Of course if you come up with any other questions later, don't hesitate to ask one of us on the comms. In the meantime there's still some of those pancakes left so have at it." the avatar winks.

Sarah Rogers (796) has posed:
     Sarah gets a big grin on her face. "The real trick to those holomatter avatars is knowing enough about the local culture to pass as a member of it." She says knowingly She gets up and stretches, eyeing the pancakes suspicuously as she makes her way out of the vehicle. They were great when they were hot, Now, probably not so much. She does take another cream sods for the road though.

Corona Arclite has posed:
Corona Arclite snickers a bit. "I might have to bother one of yer medics or techies fer some of my questions, they're pro'ly a bit out of yer field, pardner." She gives Sarah a pat on the back. "Help yerself to a snack for the trick home. Less I gotta carry back with me!"

Blurr has posed:
    Blurr looks slightly sheepish at Sarah's comments. "Yeah, yeah. I know...I -thought- I did, but." He shrugs. "I guess not." The incident at the mall had been...embarrassing to say the least. And now Sarah is going go around telling everyone about it as one of those 'funny stories' like in those things on the humans' public datanets. >_>

Kotone Yamakawa has posed:
Kotone Yamakawa Says "If you don't know how they behave you don't know your local history and such, a cover could get blown really fast. I mean there's even way security questions could be common pop culture or older poltical events you might not know nothing about and WHAM they got you."

Sarah Rogers (796) has posed:
     Sarah nods in agreement with Kotone, "Right, you'd think someone who fancies himself a scout and a spy would know to brush up on that." She teases, glancing up at Blurr again. Looking back to Corona she asks, "Would you like some help carrying your stuff back to your.. I'm going to assume it's a ship? I can lift rather a lot."

Blurr has posed:
    "I didn't spend as much time on Earth as some of the others did, okay?" Blurr says defensively. Granted, he doesn't pay as much attention to other cultures as he probably could or should. He sighs. "I'm working on it, honestly." He arches a brow at Sarah, though. "How much -can- you lift?"

Corona Arclite has posed:
"Sure thing," Corona replies. "Mine's the one that looks like a train with boosters on it."

No, she's serious. It does look like a giant spacefaring locomotive.

Sarah Rogers (796) has posed:
    "Well.. not to brag or anything, but give me a good hand hold and lifting you wouldn't be a problem." Sarah replies to blurr with a smirk. "For a moment I thought about letting you stand on my hands, but there'd be balance issues." She looks around the landing bay till she spots Corona's ship, "That is awesome! You gotta take me for a ride sometime!"

Kotone Yamakawa has posed:
Kotone Yamakawa pauses prring at her humm "Lifting I could likely move a car and certainaly lob a motorcycle at someone."

She makes an innocet face and fails pretty hard at it. "Well sometimes you just got to go fast, and you should see my ship. It's kinda a sports model form what I can tell though the database was pretty empty when we salvaged it..."

Blurr has posed:
    "Really." Blurr looks peers at Sarah dubiously. She's so...small. "I don't know about that. You might have to prove it sometime."

Sarah Rogers (796) has posed:
    Sarah punches her hand and takes to the air, flying up to get about eye level with Blurr, "I'll prove it right now Big Guy!" She beams, "Gimme your hands, and don't be afraid to squeeze! I can take it!" Wasn't she supposed to be helping Corona load her ship by now?

Blurr has posed:
    Blurr chuckles and obliges, holding out a hand. The holomatter flickers out of existence as she flies up to look him in the optics. Well, he is a lot ligher than the average Cybertronian. She likely would not be able to pick up someone like Ultra Magnus, though. "Have at it, I guess."

Sarah Rogers (796) has posed:
     Sarah grabs Blurr's hand with both of hers and slowly tugs him in the air, She makes a show of straining to do it, but the truth is He only feels slightly heavy to her. Once she's got him about a foot off the ground she relaxes and just lets him hang there for a while. "Uh oh.. I think I got stuck!" She teases.

Blurr has posed:
    She might have the raw strength to lift him higher, but due to leverage issues Sarah only manages to lift him a few feet off the ground. "Ha, okay I'm impressed." Blurr chuckles as he dangles there. "So are you genetically enhanced, or something?" he questions.

Sarah Rogers (796) has posed:
    "It's complicated.. but something like that." Sarah says as she sets Blurr back down, "The short version is that both my parents were Superheroes, I got some of my Mom's mutant powers and some of my Pop's super soldier serum. Anyway, we should probably get Corona loaded up." She says as she looks sheepishluy as the few remaining people.

Blurr has posed:
    "So your parents were?" Blurr replies. They sound kind of like Outliers. "I see. Well thanks for coming. I hope your friend will be okay." He remarks, referring to James. "Seriously though, that little outburst was bound to happen at some point. We don't exactly have the best reputation among organics in our galaxy. As Magnus said they kinda hate us."

Kotone Yamakawa has posed:
Kotone Yamakawa looks to Sarah for a moment and raise an eyebrow.

"I got to see this."

She takes a steo back to get out of the way to see just what they are going to do.

Sarah Rogers (796) has posed:
     Sarah settles back down on the ground and starts loading the untapped barrels, which she handles like they're made of styrofoam, into Corona's Space-Locomotive. "James' whole world was taken over by an insane AI." She explains as she works, "Ultron. He was designed to protect the world. But somehow he got the idea in his head that the best way to do that was to kill all the humans." She sighs, "We had a version of Ultron where I'm from too, but the one I knew was a lobotomized servant. Not even worth having a conversation with." Once she's done she pauses to grin at Kotone, "Toldya I could do it!"

Blurr has posed:
    "I regret that he felt like he had to leave. He totally should have stayed. This was the whole reason why we even did this." Blurr says, gesturing around to the party in general. "Ultron, huh? Sounds like the whole 'a civilization is its own worst enemy' idea. Sometimes that's true...it kind of was for us." he says with a sigh and an air of regret. As evidenced by the current ruined surface of Cybertron.

Sarah Rogers (796) has posed:
    Sarah flies up to sit on Blurr's shoulder again, leaning up against his head, "Sounds like the two of you have some common ground. if we can get the two of you talking about it, maybe he can make some progress. Might help you out some too. Over a comm channel would probably be best at first. I don't recommend the Holomatter Avatar. He might see it as a deception." She pauses then adds. "Your not very good with the thing either." She smirks.

Blurr has posed:
    "-Thanks-." Blurr says wryly at Sarah's comment about the holomatter. "Well, we'll work on that. Maybe you can help me. Since you seem to know...things."