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Characters: @jet, @aureliepaxton Location: Rec Room Content Warnings: N/A Plot Summary: Jet takes some spare time to look into human culture more - and runs into one of the other humans on-base.
Oh god he had so much more to learn than just slang.
Jet was starting to think this human thing was impossible. And maybe in some ways it was - given he’d hardly lived as a human at all. But none-the-less he was trying. One of the other humans, Dylan, had gotten the idea of making a list from some movie about a Captain America. Of all of the things that living outside of the “normal” human world had deprived him of. And almost immediately some of the teenagers threw out a dozen or so movies, music, and tv shows...
He definitely needed to get to this Game of Thrones. His old co workers hadn’t shut up about that one either.
So far though he was skipping most of the music. His dad of course had played the radio so he barely missed anything of note. And most kids today’s taste in music was a far call from what he liked. But he was trying something called The Walking Dead, which so far disturbed him more than anything as he watched it on his tablet.
“Primus almighty! Do humans really watch this slag?” He asked perhaps a bit too loudly from his spot on the floor. “I feel like there should at least be some decent TV shows out there.” He murmured, having gone through two episodes of this, a season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and something called “Jersey Shore” - all of which had yet to pique his interest.
His conclusion? His biological species had weird taste.
She'd opted to come here to get a better feel for these giant alien robots she'd found herself stuck with. It wasn't like she really had anywhere else to go right now, not until the mishap with her identity was sorted out. She'd had to harass some passing Autobot to put her on the table, but it was worth being above ground level so she could see the world and learn more about her surroundings.
Aurelie was in as much uniform as she could manage with her flight suit, hair neatly in regulation bun and feeling very uncomfortable without the ability to go to the sky like she was used to. She was used to flight drills and a strict regime for her day, so this aimless do whatever you want thing was difficult for her. It didn't help any that most of the humans that frequented this base were all kids. While children did live on military bases they weren't usually mingled in so closely with the working populace, and there were always clear 'no civilian' zones marked. Here she wasn't so sure, but then she couldn't read their language so maybe some of the signs did say 'no civilians' or something to the effect. Who knew?
She resisted the urge to run her hand through her hair, since she'd just have to fix it again, and contemplated the best way to get down from her place when she heard a man's voice from below. Eyebrows went up at his language before she leaned over so she could see him.
"I would like to point out that you're human too. And I don't know exactly what you just meant, but I can take a guess from the context. Whatever your watching isn't all there is out there. What rock have you been under that you don't have your own favorites picked out anyway?" She flashed a grin at him and waved. "Up here."
Oh Primus, he noticed it was a woman. He was never good with women, in fact ever since he was a boy they made him the most nervous. Maybe because it’d mostly been him and Bluestreak for so long. Or maybe because he was just nervous around humans and not too in touch with his hormones.
Either way he tried his best not to stammer.
After all he wanted to be tough honestly and not look too weird. Even if he practically knew nothing about human culture and was about as strange a human as they came. “Well, uh, yeah I’m technically human... But that’s not entirely true. I’ve lived as an Autobot since I was five,” he explained. “So as hip and with it as I am, I uh... I spent a lot of time on the road rather than in front of a TV.”
He chuckled nervously. “I’m uh... Jetblaze, but call me Jet. It’s usually a lot less weird for other humans”
Eyebrows rose at how the guy spoke, shaking her head. "Don't ever use the words 'hip' and 'with it' ever again in that context. I don't know where you learned it but that is not how normal people talk." She motioned at him. "Why don't you come up here and join me." She stood up straight, standing at the edge of the table so he could see her.
"Captain Aurelie Paxton, United States Air Force, at your service." She grinned at that, perfectly happy to have rattled off her full title and name. She wasn't a civilian, she didn't want them treating her like she was.
"Its no big deal that you don't like TV, I'm happier in the air than parked in front of a television so I feel you there." He was so nervous and she didn't really get why. Was he lying when he said he'd been raised by a giant alien robot? She wasn't sure he understood what he was calling himself. He was raised by a...what was it they were called? A Cybertronian. So he was raised like they raised their own.
"So you chose to be an Autobot? Because from what I understand of this war and their situation, its a choice."
Jet blushed as she called out his slang. He knew he should have looked up modern ones sooner but he was still getting used to it. He chuckled a little. “Sorry, I uh, went to the dollar theaters a lot growing up. Saw old movies,” he admitted. “I learned a lot of human talk there.”
“Well then, it’s nice to meet you, Captain,” Jet offered as he came up to join her finally. “Yeah TV is sort of boring too. I mean when you’ve lived a life like I have. The magic of it all fades away. And they always get the “aliens” wrong! Don’t even get me started.” He noted.
Well that was one complicated question. How did one explain family loyalties vs actual places in the factions? After all technically no one was an official Autobot until they enlisted - born into the faction, adopted, or not. But they typically were considered part of the faction they were born or adopted into. So it really was a complicated thing... More complicated then he understood human families worked.
“Well factions are where things get complicated for things. I mean technically I was an “Autobot” when my... You call it a dad right? I think so... Adopted me,” Jet explained - thinking it over a bit. “But no one is technically an “official” part of the faction until they get older and enlist. Like you can be created as an Autobot - but when you get older, you could decide your views allign with the Decepticons, and vice-versa.” He’d heard of a few cases of that, after all.
He then added, rather proudly. “That’s why I’m here now. I don’t want to just be the youngling of an Autobot. I want to follow in his footsteps and be an official one myself,” he explained as he beat his chest a little. “I’m proud to be his son - and I feel like I haven’t lived up enough to his designation. So here I am... Even if as a human the odds are stacked against me.” He explained.
No doubt about that, but Jet wasn’t one to give up. “I know it sounds weird since I could just join the human military. But my sire saved me when I was a little boy... Me. And whoever my “parents” were weren’t so lucky,” he explained rather seriously. “I just feel like there was a reason for that. Like I was meant to be here... Not sitting in some office with other humans.”
She narrowed her eyes at him just slightly when he said he didn't want to be stuck in some office. "You sure have an odd view of how things run inside the military. Their military and ours aren't run much differently, save on the scale of things and obviously cultural differences. But its your choice. You certainly would not be sitting in some office in the military." She wondered if he realized he'd just insulted her entire profession and way of life. She was, after all, career military. Human military.
Aurelie chose to let it slide. He was obviously very socially out of the loop and it was possible that what normal people realized was rude he didn't. So, benefit of the doubt. "I spend most of my time since I was picked up with Jetfire." She rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Apparently, somehow between Mission City and the desert I ceased to exist, so I don't really have anywhere else to be. I'm just glad everyone seems fine with letting me stay military. I haven't been a civilian since I was a kid. Don't ever plan to be one again."
Once he got up to her she tipped her head and noted that he was decently in shape and a head taller than she was. At least he wasn't trying to get into a militant faction while out of shape. "You understand that no matter what military you join, its not going to be easy. There's the training to go through before you ever even seen the battlefield, if they even think you are ready after the training is complete. The point is, you shouldn't get mad if the higher ups keep you on base training for awhile. Its how it goes sometimes. You don't send a green recruit fresh out of training onto a dangerous mission."
Arms crossed her chest. She didn't care that he'd been raised by an Autobot, that didn't impress her one bit. He was a civilian that wanted to enlist. Fine and dandy, she just wanted him to understand exactly what he was in for. Hard physical training, military protocol and routine, getting into an exact routine. Following orders and all that came with it. He had no say in what happened to him after he enlisted, and being raised by a military family herself she knew that just that didn't mean you had been given all that training beforehand. And even if you had, everyone went through different versions of basic training. No exceptions.
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