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Characters: @marie , Open to all Autobots and Autobot Allies Location: Omega Outpost, Control Room Content Warnings: Extreme confusion and minor language Plot Summary: Due to the rules of Robot Fight Club, Marie has been inducted into the growing grooup of humans who aren't supposed to talk about Robot Fight Club. Now, she's attempting to figure out the complexities of this wierd turn her life has taken.
At least, she thought so. According to...Smokescreen, was it? They were aliens, good aliens, that did not eat humans, who were working with the government...to protect humanity from bad aliens who would squish humans, but also did not eat them. And the cat-thing had been one of the baddies. The whole thing sounded like some kind of crazy sci-fi comic series or something.
At least she wasn't going to get eaten. It had always struck her as a terrible way to go out.
Smokescreen had been...nice. Maybe. He was an alien car...thing...so she didn't have much of a basis of comparison...but he had saved her. That was a plus. Of course, he had also taken her back to the alien base. Which was weird and not at all on her list of things to do for the day.
Now, she was sitting on a ugly couch on some sort of raised platform, overlooking a wide area. Apparently, this was to keep her from getting squished on accident. Nothing to worry about. Good grief, they were all huge. The shock had finally started to wear off and Marie felt like she should have been awed because holy crap, aliens are real. But, she just felt...mildly freaked out and really, really wierded out. Like "I seriously did not sign up for this" wierded out. Maybe she was still in shock. She felt like her emotions concerning the situation should be stronger.
There had been a few of them who wandered past her, not really taking notice of the tiny, malnourished-looking human trying to be as inconspicuous as possible on the couch. She really wanted to go home. Should she flag someone down? Did they all even speak Earth languages? What if Smokescreen was literally the only nice one here? Nope. Better to just wait.
“No. No. No. We can hang out, just not at my new place. Why? Uhhhh... Because it’s not clean? Oh you don’t care. Uhhhh. My foster dad uhh... Look I’ll just meet you at the usual spot tomorrow. I should be able to sneak or if nothing.”
Yeah sneaking out of a top secret, military Autobot base. That probably sounded easier than it was going to be.
Hanging up his phone, Dylan resumed picking the pink paint out of his hair. Well he was mostly covered in it after one of his latest pranks, a glue bomb, had exploded on him and whacked him with pink paint. People would probably say he’d deserve it as karma for going to prank Fowler again. But to Dylan it was just one more thing to laugh at himself for - as usual.
Of course, about five seconds later he noticed the other human up on the couch. Was she new? Dylan, now living there, practically knee everyone, and given he went to school with Miko the girl didn’t look like her. So with a quirky grin, and ignoring the fact he was covered in pink paint, he shouted a simple. “‘Sup?”
Marie jolted, not having expected a greeting. She quickly looked over and found a teenage human guy looking at her. Another human. In the alien base. This was...equally weird to everything else, so why the heck not?
She gave a wan smile in greeting and raised a hand in a small wave. It seemed a strangely normal thing to do, but, it was better than interacting with more robots. The kid, though....looked like a troublemaker. As someone who had spent the last four years around the world, watching out for shady people, she knew how to spot one. While she didn't think he was going to try to pick-pocket her...people didn't just randomly get pink-painted hair. Still, he was human. And that was good enough.
"Hi," she replied, surprised by the strength in her voice. She felt exhausted, but, it wasn't reflected in her tone.
Dylan noticed him checking out his demeanor. And probably realized how ridiculous he looked. He chuckled nervously a bit. “Oh man, sorry I uh, my prank backfired on me,” he explained, leaning back. “You must be new around here. Because you have about the same look that I had on my face when I showed up here. I mean, after I stopped freaking out.”
He gave a small smirk. “They aren’t gonna hurt you, y’know. You can trust me about that. I mean I live with them these days so I should probably know better than most humans,” he then added. “The worst it gets is when you tick off one of the more serious guys. But usually that’s just a lecture waiting to happen.”
He hoped he was being helpful despite how weird he looked right now. After all, he did have a close relationship with the Autobots thst was only growing stronger. So he felt that it was his, and Jack, Miko, and Raf’s for that matter, to be ambassadors to new humans in their own way. Because they all knew how weird their first time with the Autobots were. Whether they admitted it or not.
Marie couldn't help the way her eyebrow slowly crawled upward. His prank? The hell was a pankster teenager doing on an alien base. At least she'd nailed him as a troublemaker accurately....And seemed to be past the freaking out stage. If the kid's words were anything to go by. That was a plus.
Wait.
Lived with them?
She whipped around as another robot wandered past, this one mostly blue with plane wings on its back. It seemed to be tinkering with...a gun as it crossed the room and left again. Not going to hurt her. Right. That huge-ass gun was just for kicks and giggles.
Mari gave slightly painful smile. How did this kid manage to coexist with these...things? They were huge! One misstep and...squish.
She shuddered.
"So...who do I avoid...and who do I trust...not to get ticked off?" she asked, a bit hesitantly.
Crossing his arms, he tilted his head to the side at the look on her face. Realizing he should probably clarify what he meant by living there. And moreover, the fact that he knew what he was talking about. “One of them fosters me, gonna adopt me soon, hopefully. And before that I knew them for a while so trust me. They might have big scary guns, and be giant. But most of them are great,” Dylan explained. “Closest thing to a family I’ve ever had. And now that’s actually a thing.”
Oh right The Who’s who. He should probably get to that. “Well, pretty much all the young Bots are cool. Smokescreen’s a kick to be around. Bee’s like the big brother you wish you had when he’s around,” he then added. “You can’t go wrong with most of the guys here. Though don’t piss off my big brother, Ratchet. He will throw wrenches, a lot of them.”
Just when you think things can't get any weirder, a kid wanders in out of nowhere and tells you that he's being adopted by aliens.
Honestly...Marie wasn't all that surprised anymore. Why shouldn't aliens have foster kids? They turn into cars and talk and fight other aliens. Why not just build their own family? At least it was a...decent thing to do.
At the mention of Smokescreen, she couldn't help but wince. Of course the one that saved her was one of the 'cool ones'. Who didn't throw wrenches, apparently.
"I'll keep it in mind," she murmured. Then, she paused, frowning, "...Smokescreen saved my life...does that mean anything weird in...alien culture?"
Was he going to demand her first-born child in return? Or claim a life-debt of some sort? She hoped not. She had way too much to deal with right now to add that. Hopefully the...alien liaison here would know.
Most of the Autobots had paid not much mind of the humans. Yet one femme did. She lurked about and avoided as much contact with them as possible. They reminded her so much about a certain fear. Something that worked at her and damaged her beyond belief. She always assumed them the tinier versions what with their skittering and clamoring and how well they can crawl up some items. Yet today she was braving her fears.
Her reflective eye visor showed a reverse of the raised platform. Here she found them to lurk about and gobble up whatever food they bring. So organic and fleshy. Not hard and robotic. It made her queasy. Then her respirator gave slow deep pumps as she commanded it to, in order to contain herself.
"Okay.. you can do this. They are not Insecticons. By Primus, others have interacted with them..."
She rounded her corner and began to approach them in a casual manner. Or what appears so. Her body was armored in spots that were conducive to her vehicular mode. A set of four blades bounced on her hip as she approaches the humans. Then a raised hand to show a friendly wave. Up close the humans could tell she was a flier, and a heavily armed one.
"G-greetings!" Her voice cracked under her mask that looked like an aviator's mask. Ever the calm and collected.
Dylan gave a sly grin, feeling mischievous. Then, with a straight face told her. “Yes, you’re both now betrothed. You’ll be married before the week is over!” Dylan’s face cracked about halfway through, barely able to stiffle his laughter. “Sorry I couldn’t help myself. No, no it’s nothing weird. They’re Autobots it’s what they do.”
Dylan came up closer, having a seat of his own as he looked up at Marie. “They basically help protect the world from the Decepticons. Which are these creepy robots that... uh, well, want to rule the galaxy basically.” He explained to her. “And if us humans get involved they see it as their duty to help. Some of us even have guardians. Not all humans, but some. Mine is obviously my foster dad, Pharma who’s probably the first time it’s been taken to that level with a full human.”
Dylan turned his head when the new arrival approached. He’d never seen her before, but these days there were a lot of newcomers around. And after that Rodimus guys dimension hopping he suspected they wouldn’t be the last. “Hey. How you doin’?” He asked with a wave. “I’m Dylan and this is....?” He only now realized he never got the woman’s name.
Marie stared at Dylan with an unamused expression. There was a time and place when she would have cracked up, even pulled that joke on someone herself. But, at the moment, she was still getting over aliens. And she didn't care what Smokescreen said, that cat-thing had definitely tried to eat her. It had been a traumatic day.
Still, his reassurance that she was safe with the Autobots was what she needed to hear. A fellow human telling her that set her far more at ease than anything one of the aliens could have said.
She was about to respond- oh, God, there was another one. She whipped her head around quickly to watch the approaching bot. She thought its voice sounded female, but, she wasn't actually sure....
In response to the greeting, she gave a jerky wave before filling in the blank Dylan left.
"Marie."
Her voice was tremulous, the stress of the day wearing on her weakened body. Adding a new robot who had decided to come interact with them wasn't helping much. She felt a tremble start in her hands.
Stifled laughter? Surely he was ding something to try and get to the other human. But what? She had just gotten to the tail end of the conversation. Now she wonders what they were talking about. Or the majority of their subject matter is. Did they talk about Energon or something?
Yet their subject matter as her approach let her know, it was based on Cybertronian. Decepticons being the bad guys and stuff. She got the gist of that. If she weren't so focused on how "pink" they are.
"Rotor" She replied carefully, incase her English was decent for them. Which it was surprisingly. "I heard, Dylan here, talk about creepy Decepticons. I can attest to that and they mean ill will." Then she taps the red Autobot sigil adorning her right shoulder, "They wear a purple insignia.." She was starting to open up and show her colors. Well, a red color for now.
Dylan nodded along. Trying not to take the reaction of Marie too hard. Clearly he probably should have saved the jokes until later - but really he couldn’t help it, it was just his nature. But instead of talking further on it, he decided that it was probably best to move on as Rotor did. If only for the sake of this human who clearly was not finding humor in his jokes.
“Yeah, she’s right there. Just like the Autobots have red ones,” Dylan nodded along, before adding. “Plus they’re pretty easy to tell apart. Most of the Decepticons look like they belong in a horror movie. Especially Megatron. You do not want to meet that guy in a dark alley.” He explained with a shudder.
He was definitely glad that didn’t come form first-hand experience.
Marie's eyes darted to the insignia. It was like Smokescreen's...had the cat-thing had one? She couldn't remember. She gave a slow nod. Things from a horror movie...definitely fit. Marie was still wary of the newcomer, but, she seemed to be making an effort to be friendly. That was...nice.
"I think...the thing that attacked me earlier was a Decepticon..." she said carefully.
She shuddered as she remembered. It was terrible, spinning and growling and shooting at her. And it was malicious seemingly for the sake of being malicious.
"Mega-what? Is that an alien monster?"
Did all Decepticons look like the cat-thing? Were some even worse? She had the sudden mental image of a metallic Frakenstein shambling out of some sort of alien drop-pod.
She felt eyes fall upon her insignia and she lets Marie examine it. Then she relaxes a bit while watching the two humans. She does look to Marie, "Thing? What was it like if you don't mind.."
She does cross her arms soon enough upon hearing the name Megatron. A gentle shake of the helm was given as she exhales slowly. She didn't like the tyrant, from the stories she heard about him. No one would.
"Megatron is a monster in personality and one that should be eliminated." She takes a breath and sighs some. Yet her words were cold and held malice in them.
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