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Dylan lanes back, interested to hear that himself. He’d had his fair share of Decepticon run ins but he was always having a morbid curiosity when it came to others run ins. It definitely felt like it as probably a weird thing. But then again, he was like Miko constantly curious about these things and maybe a little eccentric. “Yeah what was it? Stealth jet? Tank?” He asked.
He looked at the newcomer a bit surprised by the outburst. He tilted his head a bit in surprise, but then added. “Yeah I mean he’s a pretty scary dude. I don’t know how I’d actually describe him myself,” he scratched his chin a little as he thought. “He reminds me of Hitler if Hitler wore a bucket on his head.”
Marie shuddered at the memory of the cat-thing, frowning. The trembling in her hands grew more pronounced, and she folded them tightly in her lap to stop it. She focused her eyes on the floor, away from both of them. Away from the odd human who seemed to find nothing wrong with his surroundings, and away from the alien that loomed over both of them.
"It was a cat...I think? It was weirdly spikey and it spun like a top when it was chasing me...."
She glanced up at the malicious words of the robot. Had she pissed it off by asking about its enemy? Dylan's response caused her eyes to dart towards him. Hitler with...a bucket on his head...
What.
She opened her mouth to ask, but, was interrupted by a sudden coughing fit. She quickly clapped a hand over her mouth, turning away from Dylan as deep, hacking coughs shook her thin form, her bony fingers acting as a barrier. She was still on her medication, the final stage of the treatment for her disease. While she'd gotten used to the side effects it caused, this kind of stress was working against her. She was no longer infectious, but, her body was still fighting the aftereffects.
The coughs rattled to a stop after a few long seconds and she lowered her hand, instinctively checking it for blood. There was none and she relaxed, breathing harder than usual from lack of air.
"Sorry. You were saying?" she prompted, voice a bit raspier than previously.
Stealth jet, tank? She can easily handle one of those two and could provide safety against a Decepticon tank. She was anti tank practically! Her rotor blades on her hip shifted with shink shink shink, "A cat like robot? Well those things will no long bother you. You have my word." She does notice Marie tuck her hands into her lap and guide her own eyes downward from them. What was this posture? That made her droop her shoulders some.
The sudden intrusion of coughs and wheezes. She was silent and watching... Soon feeling her own intakes begin to take in more and more air with her. In a way, she can feel her pain. Lung problems are not fun.. Specially when Insecticons caused them.
She waited until Marie was done before slowing her breathing to speak in a more softer tone. Maybe these two weren't so different, "Megatron caused a genocide, an exodus, a death of an entire planet... For me, he has run out of chances long ago." She took a breath and soon moved slowly closer to them, only to lean against the side of the raised platform.
Was she OK? He wasn’t sure on that one. But he wasn’t sure how to react either, for the most part he didn’t have experiences with health problems. Though he had been pretty sickly as a kid thanks to everything his dad had done to him so he supposed be could sympathize on that level. “Hey are you OK? That didn’t look comfortable.” He explained.
Dylan nodded at what Rotor had to say honestly. He leaned back, and added more of his two cents in. “He reminds me of my dad - my bio one anyway. If he were a giant robot,” he then added. “Psychotic, totally lacking empathy, and a monster. He’s the thing of your worst nightmares amplified times infinity.” He explained.
Yeah that at least seemed to sum it up well enough anyway. Dylan shuddered at the thought, and better yet, the memory of his dark red optics. And that dark, gravely voice. Both of which made Megatron just that: a nightmare.
Marie waved off Dylan's concern. It was a response she'd become used to. Still, it didn't stop her from being a bit embarrassed. Way to make first impressions, Marie.
"I'm fine. It happens," she cleared her throat, and risked a glance at Rotor, "Thanks. I hope not. Honestly, I don't really want to go outside at this point. I was just riding home when it literally appeared out of nowhere..." she shuddered.
She scooted back into the corner made by the back and the arm of the couch, her thin frame fitting perfectly. Genocide. That was something that people didn't talk about every day. And the death of planets? Definitely not. This whole 'good vs evil' thing happened in...comic books, not real life. It was all way too weird.
"So, evil, genocidal, alien guy. Got it."
She wrapped her arms tightly about herself, as though warding off a chill as they talked about the leader of the enemy forces.
A simple cross of her armored arms were shown as the femme watched. She grew curious about her condition, before gazing at Dylan, listening to him.
So monsters existed on this planet as well. She felt sympathy for Dylan... Maybe she could help a teen fly about in an attack helicopter. Though the offer may not have the same impact for Marie.
"If you are concerned about going outside. We Autobots will protect you! Even I can keep watch over you." Her helm nodded a bit as she bounced her hip off the platform casually to stand tall once more. "No good for nothing Decepticon going to get any humans on my watch!"
Dylan nodded his head slowly, yeah she got that right. He was all of those things, and probably more. He noticed the sympathy of Rotor and not looked away a bit. It had probably gotten a bit personal there, he had to admit. But It was really how he felt about Megatron - so he couldn’t help it much either.
At the mention of being afraid to go outside, Dylan shook his head. That was definitely not the way to feel about it. So after a moment, he finally spoke up on it. “Yeah don’t feel scared! There are a ton of awesome Bots around you now!” He explained with a bright smile. “They aren’t going to let anything happen to you. I can promise you that... without a doubt.”
Marie finally gathered the courage to look the Autobot in the face. She was again surprised by how...oddly human their faces were. Even this one, with her visor and mask, was humanoid enough. Odd.
"Don't you guys have...better things to do?" she asked, "I mean...I would totally understand if the Autobots didn't have the time or...resources, or whatever, to spend on one human woman..."
If the Decepticons found her again, she'd be dead. But, come on, an advanced alien race devoting their limited resources to protecting one human? It seemed...illogical.
She was struck by another coughing fit, this one doubling her over in her seat. She again clapped a skinny hand over her mouth, her green-streaked hair spilling down to hide her face.
"Sorry!" she managed between the deep, rib-ratting coughs.
That visor shown their curved reflections as she hears Marie. Well, Marie's reflection was centered on it as she kept quiet for a moment, trying to think of a way to respond. Instead her shoulders slouched.
"Not much more we can do with a dead planet. Only hope it regrows without us. But in the meantime... We can only safeguard Earth and it's inhabitants from that fate. Plus, you are an Earth inhabitant so I will safeguard you."
She carefully unfurls an arm to reach a servo out. Carefully her brutalized digits curled and shifted to a single digit to approach Marie, cautiously and slowly in an attempt to touch and reassure her. She saw humans making contact in forms of greeting and welcoming. Maybe comfort was extended to it as well.
The hand flinched when the coughing fit began and she drew her hand back to give Marie space. Then she stepped back feeling like a fool now, attempting to comfort Marie when she doesn't know how humans work.
Then he turned to Marie. He remembered that feeling - he'd often felt that way in the beginning. Before the Autobots had met him, Dylan had felt like everyone had better things to do than look after him. He'd shrugged off any attempts for people to help him out, even Ratchet at the start.
Like her, he had to learn that the Autobots did care - and liked to help in most ways.
But, in order to help her out, he'd again throw his two cents in. "I mean, I get why you'd think that. I used to too... But they're good people, and most of them like to help," he explained to her. "I mean they've pretty much proven to me that people in this universe actually care. Since they're the first group that hasn't given up on me. And let me tell you I gave them hell in the beginning."
Marie looked up at Rotor in surprise, settling back into the couch cushions in an attempt to relieve her sore ribs. She had just met the bot. She seemed to be a fairly opinionated and outspoken woman. Woman? Was that the right term? Whatever the case, Marie could get behind that.
"Your planet is dead? That's...awful...I'm sorry."
What did you say to that? She couldn't imagine losing one's entire planet. It that happened to the humans, who were much less advanced and...mechanical, they would have nowhere to go. No wonder the Autobots were so set on protection.
She glanced at Dylan and then back at Rotor.
"...so you all are...robot superheroes? Hiding from the outside world and doing good in secret?"
She closed her eyes for a brief moment, feeling suddenly tired from the weight of what had happened that day. She sighed.
"My mom and stepdad are not going to handle any of this well. How do I explain sports cars and helicopters coming to check up on me?" she muttered, smirking slightly in wry amusement, "Could just live here, I guess. He's been on my case about moving out anyway."
Twenty-three and living at home, her stepfather would grouse at her on a regular basis. She, of course, was joking when she talked about moving into the base.
She looked upon Dylan and nodded some, "A community that stands together can achieve greatness. No matter how small or big you are." A gentle nod came from her, "The Autobots came together to preserve Cybertron and keep it peaceful..." She rolled a hip to show off her weapon's racks devoid of any weapons. Then she realized how silly that was seeing as she had nothing there. Hopefully they understood helicopter designs and not interpreted it in another fashion! ...She slyly rubs the back of her neck now.
"Cybertron is a dead planet sadly. Fought most of the war and saw it die off before my optics.. That, well, um... Earth is alien to me. Not that it is purely organic! I've seen some organic worlds. Just, it is so alive. Beautiful." Now she ponders about warping to a random location to fly about and observe nature.
"From what was lost and now what is living before me. Surreal. Is this a second chance? YES!" That chin of her's lifted a tad bit. Seems she was intent on making things good here on Earth.
The term superheroes was, also alien to her and she looked to Marie. Thinking of heroes who did crazy things but on a grander scale, rather thinking of fearless leaders who died. That.. It spooked her. Her chin what was once lifted tucked in a little. "Superheroes don't last long on Cybertron. Maybe you're thinking of our spies. Having to hide from the outside and do good in secret."
Now the question of subtlety. Helicopters and sports cars. She had to think then looked about the area for any other humans. Maybe they could help her out... Then she suggests that she lives here, which had Rotor gazing back to her, "I think we have enough berths for you to pick from here if you choose to stay."
He always felt bad for the Autobots that way. After all he could relate to being uprooted from home. The few good foster homes he had had come and gone after all. So he knew more than what that was like. Though at least he had other homes to go to. In their case they had lost... well really they had lost everything. “It sucks that you guys had to lose it though. It would have been amazing to see it. Back in its hay day,” he explained honestly - a smile on his face. “Maybe one day.”
At the thought of another human on base, Dylan wasn’t surprised. There had been a lot of humans coming to live on base lately - even if Chris only half counted. No doubt there could be a lot of different humans coming in due time (and there would be). “Yeah! I mean you’d have to get permission and all but if you’re of age it wouldn’t be too hard,” he then added. “Unlike me - I’m 15 and they practically dukes it out with the government over me living here or not.”
Marie s about half asleep, listening to their voices as they kept talking. Rotor seemed nice. Idealistic, which was a good change of pace. Marie couldn't remember meeting anyone like that before. She seemed to really believe in what she was fighting for. That was good. Sensei often said that fighting without will was the path to loss...And their mission to protect humans was cool...
She jolted awake when they took her seriously. Rotor offered up a bed and Dylan talking about getting permission. Her eyes opened and she frowned.
"I was kidding. I'm sure you all are nice," she glanced between them, "You all sound pretty cool, but, sharing space with a bunch of giant aliens with big guns and a mortal enemy sounds...dangerous."
She stood, a bit shakily.
"I don't want to accidentally get stepped on. And, I don't want to mooch. The heck would I even do here anyway? I'm a linguist, not a soldier or anything like that..."
She smiled under her mask, "From what I've been told. It was amazing. Quite a few different colors. Some garish and others elegant. I never knew what it was like." She does lean against the ledge to peer at the humans, "Still, even in chaos it does look amazing."
Then she hears Marie's reaction which had her standing back up to gaze around the refurbished military silo. Then she looked back to Marie and gave a chuckle, "This place was made to handle big things! I have seen specified paths and walk ways for humans while big machinery moves about. I think they have designed a good traffic system for both large and small... And lemme tell you a thing. Not all Cybertronians are the same size as me~" She jammed a thumb to her torso while lifting her helm a bit. Though she does look back at Marie with slouched shoulders, "A linguist? Study of words or something? We... may need those for after the war. Help, rebuild our language too."
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