[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Transmission (Open)
Mar 17, 2017 23:30:23 GMT -5
Post by Skirmisher on Mar 17, 2017 23:30:23 GMT -5
“Interesting. I will file the information away. Thank you, Raf Esquivel,” Skirmisher replied. “I have not had much time in meeting the other Garrison-members. I was only retrieved…the equivalent of twenty-four hours ago. I will make an attempt to meet this Bumblebee,”
“Humans age at different stages? And with this age grow? Interesting. I had been an Enforcer before the War, and had been stationed here due to my abilities and training to be part of the Earth Garrison when your dinosaurs existed. It is amazing at the progress of your species, but also a tad alarming. My purpose was to halt riots, incapacitate rioters, to detain violators of local ordinances, or combat belligerency. Due to my purpose, my frame was sparked fully forged. I had been brought online clad in thick armor, and with the means to protect my city. I turned to medicine shortly after the outbreak of the war, and the destruction of my home city. I owed it to them. I preferred to save sparks rather than take them, but I will if I must to take a Con offline or those that threaten my patients or you and your fellow humans. I’ve heard from the others to keep an eye out for humans, to tread as lightly as possible and to protect you,” he’d said, pivoting his frame with a slight movement of his right heel to face the raised dais.
“Raf, you may count me as an ally if I may count you as one. You are the first human I have met, and if you were inquiring as to what it was I said initially it was the Universal Greeting. It is a Greeting known to most life within this galaxy. I did not mean to confuse you,” These are the humans Hazmat and Javelin had spoken of, and if these ‘adults’ Raf speaks of are taller than he, Jack and Miko then what does that make them? he’d asked himself. “You speak of your…cohort member, this Momma with respect? This cohort member means much to you? I can detect your respect of this Momma in your voice. I will admit, these concepts are new to me. On Cybertron, we have no families only cohorts. Batches, and a collection of mechs of like minded or sharing similar utility or at least that pattern had held before the War. I carry no such link from the past. When my city was destroyed,…I tried to save as many as possible. I hadn’t foreseen, or even acknowledged the problem for many orbital star-cycles there was no saving them. I cannot say the same when it comes to height, as you put it with fellow humans. When a mech is sparked, our frame either develops new modules or remains the same for those fully forged as I am. Now, that you have inquired as to what my profession was, what is yours if I may?”
“Humans age at different stages? And with this age grow? Interesting. I had been an Enforcer before the War, and had been stationed here due to my abilities and training to be part of the Earth Garrison when your dinosaurs existed. It is amazing at the progress of your species, but also a tad alarming. My purpose was to halt riots, incapacitate rioters, to detain violators of local ordinances, or combat belligerency. Due to my purpose, my frame was sparked fully forged. I had been brought online clad in thick armor, and with the means to protect my city. I turned to medicine shortly after the outbreak of the war, and the destruction of my home city. I owed it to them. I preferred to save sparks rather than take them, but I will if I must to take a Con offline or those that threaten my patients or you and your fellow humans. I’ve heard from the others to keep an eye out for humans, to tread as lightly as possible and to protect you,” he’d said, pivoting his frame with a slight movement of his right heel to face the raised dais.
“Raf, you may count me as an ally if I may count you as one. You are the first human I have met, and if you were inquiring as to what it was I said initially it was the Universal Greeting. It is a Greeting known to most life within this galaxy. I did not mean to confuse you,” These are the humans Hazmat and Javelin had spoken of, and if these ‘adults’ Raf speaks of are taller than he, Jack and Miko then what does that make them? he’d asked himself. “You speak of your…cohort member, this Momma with respect? This cohort member means much to you? I can detect your respect of this Momma in your voice. I will admit, these concepts are new to me. On Cybertron, we have no families only cohorts. Batches, and a collection of mechs of like minded or sharing similar utility or at least that pattern had held before the War. I carry no such link from the past. When my city was destroyed,…I tried to save as many as possible. I hadn’t foreseen, or even acknowledged the problem for many orbital star-cycles there was no saving them. I cannot say the same when it comes to height, as you put it with fellow humans. When a mech is sparked, our frame either develops new modules or remains the same for those fully forged as I am. Now, that you have inquired as to what my profession was, what is yours if I may?”