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[ TEXT ] in which cambridge makes a polite enquiry about her location

[ Hello, fellow crewmembers. If your device wasn’t on before IT CERTAINLY IS NOW! Cambridge - still nursing the mental wound of her power being so rudely culled and currently feeling obnoxiously disorientated - technopathically shoves a text transmission your way: ]

if somebody doesn't tell me exactly where the fuck I am then I am airlocking the whole bloody ship so help me god.

[ An idle threat, don’t you worry. If she had been at full strength then she might have attempted to slip her way through the ship’s systems but as it is she can barely switch a light off, let alone override the hundreds of security precautions that would undoubtedly stand between her and an airlock. Still, the impulse behind the threat is very real: uncertainty and fear mingled with a desperation to check that she wasn’t going mad and dreaming this all... ]

unless this is some hideously unfunny prank in which case you can all go to hell. bad form, you bastards.

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[ no, Heatwave, she is worrying about you quite a bit. ]

Imogen, Imogen Moore. [ And then she quickly soldiers on with yet another question! ] Is that a codename?

Ah, no. It's my name. I've not had another one for as long as I can remember.

[Which, considering he had a pretty nasty case of amnesia evenbefore he got on this ship, probably isn't saying much.]

Do you use both names, the first name, or the last name? [because humans, honestly.]

[ she's a little surprised by the question; not very many people have ever asked her that, that didn't know that she had a codename. ] None of them, actually. [ It feels terribly odd to be introducing herself by her codename, but she hardly thinks that anyone out here is in any position to threaten her secret identity on Earth. Still, a little encryption on the audio feed to make it private doesn't seem entirely unreasonable. She takes a breath and adds: ] I suppose you can call me Cambridge, if you care to. Where did you learn technopathy?

[The comm offers him basic encryptions, but Heatwave goes for the Cybertronian ones he remembers. If Cambridge wants this locked, he'll protect it as best he can, though he doesn't see the purpose.]

You had to learn it?

[and she calls it "technopathy". He'd have to remember that.]

Well, it was bestowed upon me. One isn't exactly born with these talents -- [ a pause; the fact that this Heatwave fellow is even asking that question sounds suspicious, and she can't help but query: ] -- or are they?

I...don't know. I cannot remember ever not having them, but it's not as though my memory is the most reliable source. Maybe I had them bestowed as well.

Others were created with their abilities, though.

[ a moment of confusion, and then: ]

What on earth is wrong with your memory? One would have thought that being given a power such as ours - [ yes, ours; she stumbles over the world a little. It's not every day that she openly admits to having technopathy! ] - would be a fairly memorable event.

I can only remember up until a little while before the war started. Everything before that is just not there. [he doesn't sound very concerned about that]

[also forgetting that sometimes he needs to actually explain what "the war" is]

War? Which war?

[ good grief, there are so many aliens on board she half fears to ask such a question. ]

Oh, right. The Great War, I guess - that's what some are calling it. It's a civil war my species has been fighting for a very long time.

[ oh dear, cue a moment of terrifying confusion as Cambridge momentarily wonders if he means the Great War from her dimension. ]

Ah. And I suppose this is the point where I realise you are, in fact, the 'bad guys'.

[ And she's being flippant. Whoops. ]

What?

I don't...think we are. Unless trying to prevent the Autobots from stealing all of an innocent planet's resources is bad, I mean.

I see.

[ Except she really doesn't. Time for a swift topic change. ]

Look here, Heatwave. I rather think you and I should make the most of this meeting of ours; I suppose one might say we have, ah, certain similarities when it comes to powers, so perhaps we could assist each other. What do you say?

That depends on what you're talking about.

This ship and everyone aboard - or nearly everyone, at least - are all terribly unfamiliar and there's something quite unnervingly amiss in this entire affair. Perhaps if either of discover something interesting, or useful, maybe, one could alert the other? A pooling of knowledge and resources, you might say.

Sharing information? That sounds like a plan. We can't all be doing our own thing here.

If I find out anything, or if the ship starts acting more friendly, I'll let you know.

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[ TEXT ] in which cambridge makes a polite enquiry about her location

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