0.5-Cleaver's Ship-Same Sized Friends-Closed

[reflector]

Things had been a bit odd since he first met the human, Catherine was nothing like the crazed, paranoid monster Reflector had believed the species was. Of course that was what he got for listening in on Decepticon chatter. Reflector was busy skittering about the ship, looking for the human so they could 'hang-out' a sort of bonding ritual that the fleshy species did when they were trying to be friendly. The little mech even planed to bring up their shared skill of hacking, maybe she could show him things about Earth tech and he could return the favor for Cybertronian. In any case first he had to locate the human and Catherine seemed to be quite good at being alone when she wanted to be.

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Headphones were off today. Instead, her own personal Matrix station was left to run and play as it willed. Two of the small monitors set up off to side each had their own controls: one of music, currently blasting through-out her pod and leaking out through the door left wide open, and the other to other miscellaneous tasks. Foot and head bobbing in time to a quick beat, she leaned over tiny, fragile optics spread out across her personal work station. Many small pieces making up tiny circuit chips, and… plastic. Plastic.. glitter.. wire.. stone-- jewelry.

Currently, she was carefully cracking and hollowing the center of a ring with a fake stone about as big as her thumb (the new fashion trend was conveniently gaudy, thank goodness). The necklace she usually wore rested off to the side, apparently completed with its own pendent similar in size to the ring.

Accessorizing, she smirked, was all part of tactical planning. Every woman knows that.

[reflector]

After a little searching about, Reflector realized he was being quite naive, knowing that the human loved her machines and would most likely have one on, if not more. So the little mech searched for a few signals, which would be given off by any number of little gadgets that Catherine found so amusing. It didn't take long for Reflector to get a lock and begin to home in on the woman's position, though when he got closer he could pick up quite a bit of audio output, much of it was what the humans called 'music' though it didn't seem to affect the little mech one way or another.

"MIss Catherine?" He called out, trying to be heard over the sounds that were blaring about. Reflector knew that just barging in would be looked on in a negative right, so he was trying to get in contact to see if he had permission to enter the woman's safe-zone.

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The tracks switched seamlessly between songs, which left little room for any voices to get a word in between them. She brought the now half-cracked ring closer to blow off any clinging shavings, carefully parting the two halves like an egg. About that time, she heard a familiar sound-- soft, polite and completely out of place with the hard, quick beats of hip-hop. Squinting at her monitors, she saw the trace of a figure from the light in the hall.

The height of it, and the glow of that single object, only meant one little mech. Tools down and music volume lowered, she swiveled around in her chair, bright grin in place. "Hey, Reflector!" For a moment she thought something was wrong, the way he hesitated at the door. Respect for privacy, in her family, was alien. She tilted her head. "You can come in, you know. Door's open. What's up?"

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"Sorry..." The little robot added before slowly stepping in, feeling more then a little out of his element as he moved up next to the human. "Um...besides Cleaver your the only nice person on this ship and the only my size." Reflector said slowly, trying not to verbally trip himself up. "So...can we 'hang out' as your people call it?" He was trying to not sound all that desperate or needy as he spoke, though Reflector had never had a friend before and the emotional experience with Cleaver had left him a little wanting.

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The little mechanism seemed nervous, so Catherine did her best to appear as relaxed, welcoming, and unthreatening as possible. Not a hard thing when you were the only being without claws or weapons on the ship, slouched and bare-foot and clad in sweatpants older than she was. It appeared as if she just rolled out of bed. …And a few hours ago, she did, in fact.

Her grin, though, faltered when Reflector explained himself. Her face immediately adopted a stunned, wide-eyed expression. The kind that usually accompanied the sighting of a lost baby-animal or adoptable puppy. Then, all at once, her grin grew by a few more teeth. "Yes!" Without a second thought, she gave into the tension that had been growing in her shoulders and shifted foreword in her seat to wrap the smaller mech in a quick but friendly hug. "That'd be awesome, actually. Grab a chair and I'll show you around."

As she swiveled back around to the five monitors with a wave of her leg, she lazily pointed at each item in the room from her spot. "Bed, table, clothes, awesome regular pod stuff, and of course this, is the other half of my brain." She motioned to the collection of monitors and gear. "Ta-da! Probably not much to an advanced hacker, but it's my li'l somethin'."

[reflector]

Reflector didn't even have time to react before he was grabbed by the human, which would have normally freaked the little mech out, but there was no aggression in the action, this strange warming sense was all that kept Reflector from breaking apart into his three bits and escaping. His optic narrowed, focusing on Catherine as she flitted about her room, showing Reflector about and letting him scope out her computers. "It's better then what most of us have out here." He commented as he stepped closer, resisting the urge to wirelessly jack into the machine and see just what he could see.

"Can I interface with it? Or do you wish me not to poke around?" The mech still sounded a little timid, on the other hand he had good reason to be. The last time to plugged into a data-core belonging to another he got a processor full of Megatron and Barricade. While he doubted Catherine had anything so scaring tucked away in her systems, Reflector was a bit gun-shy about taking his chances.

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She'd almost forgotten what Reflector was. It was easier, with him being so similar in size and temperament without an air of impending doom. As she flopped back in her chair she spun to kick her heels up on the table, eyeing his seven USB phalanges and pursed her lips in thought. There was no reason why not… she had nothing to hide (from Reflector) and could probably learn much.

"Go for it. Just…" She winced. How to say this? "Watch out for one guy-- he's the only chat open. Don't open anything he sends you or you're like to get a head full of porn." She looked over the monitors, shifting her chair a bit almost as a physical invitation. Few windows or links were open, save for that one chat, but he would be able to sift through and see the files of recent and past digs she'd been reviewing and analyzing herself. More than a few would contain information not exactly open or out on the world wide web.

"So this is pretty much your specialty, huh?"

[reflector]

The little mech just shook his head at that "I'll never understand you fleshies and your fascination with organic plugs and jack-ports..." he mumbled in a low tone before extending a finger to interface with the woman's computer. Reflector's optic glowed brighter as the screens flicked on and off, buzzing through several images per second as the hacker gave Catherine's computer a rather thorough scan. However he did make the effort to leave any links or windows she had open, not wanting the woman to lose her spot and possibly getting angry with him.

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"Wha--! Well…" She stopped, pursing her lips. Best leave that one alone, unless she wanted to include an explanation of why that type of awkward is awkward. "Yeah…" She continued. "I will not.. ever… either." Smooth. Smooth, lies and fibbing.

Happy to leave the silence in the air to clear out that subject, she adjusted and relaxed back in her chair to watch. Some of the things her eyes could pick up on the screens, just from memory, but the rate at which Reflector was going was far past any human-built machine. After a few moments of patient silence, she shifted to sit cross-legged. "So…? Watchya think? Questions, thoughts, comments?"

[reflector]

Reflector then focused on the main screen with the chat window, the robot zoomed in and accessed it, gaining a blast of human porn on screen. "Hmmm." Grumbling to himself he tore the porn from the screen, purging the machine of viruses before setting up one of his own. Reflector then accessed the chat again, but this time he got no blast of naked humans wiggling their jacks and ports in his optic, a comfort. Reflector then pulled back his plug-finger, tilting his head back and making a static sounding chuckle. "I set up a counter virus so now if anyone tries to send you something against your will, it triggers a defensive virus that infects their systems, hides there and analyzing their searches, internet history and so on to build a profile of this person before flooding their screen with whatever the profile says they hate the most." In his element the little bot was bold, brave and thrilled to be causing someone hell once more.

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The thought of that Hmmmm in Reflector's vocals tilted her head all the way to one side. The nervousness, whatever awkwardness there was in those lanky little limbs seemed to go out of them as soon as he linked up, and was replaced, she thought, with something that had a little more familiar taste to it. Oh they might just be fast friends.

"Oh, really?" She said, more than a hint of mischief and intrigue. "Reflectooor, look at you go! I didn't know you had a little mischievous streak in you." She leaned foreword enough to plant an elbow on the table, drawing the ring closer to finish attaching a tiny hinge on the bottom half. "I'll have to 'introduce' you to my other ex's. Here's a good tid bit about the human race for you: males are all equally dipsticks."

Cybertronians didn't have gender, huh? She'd turn Reflector to the dark side, yet...

[reflector]

Reflector watched the human, excited that he had done something that had gained him so much praise. Though he wasn't sure how to take that last bit, as he considered himself to be male, Reflector didn't want to say anything on behalf of his chosen gender that might alienate his new friend. When faced with this he simply gave a nod of his head before taking a step or two back so Catherine could once more take back her computer.

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She looked up from the wispy trail of smoke when Reflector stepped back, briefly taking time to blow on the hinge before picking up the other top half of the ring. "You can grab a chair and have a seat, ya know. Make yourself at home." The soldering iron sizzled as the top half was attached. Setting the iron in its resting place she gently shifted the pieces on the hinge, clipped it closed, examined how much the line was hidden, opened it again, examined the square space in between.

She allowed a satisfied smile, grabbing a small plastic container about as thin as the data chip it held. "This… will… work…" She spoke half distracted, placing the thing inside the now hollowed over-sized ring, and carefully snapped it shut. "There we go!" Slipping it on her left middle finger she held her hand out at arms length, tilting her head. "Wha'd'you think? Flashy, gaudy, lovely?"

[reflector]

This would be another thing that Reflector didn't much understand, normally when a bot made something it was to kill or blow things up. But he detected nothing so dangerous about this little trinket that Catherine had finished for whatever reason. "It looks...safe." The minicon whispered in a hushed tone as he ran his scanner back over little thing just to be sure. He honestly had no idea what she wanted it for, but he wasn't about to ask such a question. Though young, this friendship already meant the world to Reflector and as paranoid as he was, he worried that every little thing would cause it to slip away.