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Breach 001 [Video]

[The video feed clicks on in an odd little space, that may or may not be a storage closet or such somewhere in the ship. The view changes once more as a face takes over as the main focus. Please ignore the scruffy look, blood shot eyes, and slight pallor to his skin. Maintenance of this body is not a big priority with him right now as he holds up what looks like an odd sort of computer table/ipad/futuristic notebook depending on your time and era. He fumbles with it for a bit and seems to be using a finger to write something on it. Stopping and fumbling as if it’s either complicated or he can’t get his hand to move just the right way yet for the process. Or possibly it’s both, either way he finishes and turns it towards the screen showing a very alien script on it.]

[After a bit he removes it from view and looks expectantly at the camera before he decides to speak.]

Has the central command of the ship been found or explored, or even the security and communication rooms? I do not believe that these devices are the only way to broadcast messages, especially as there would need to be a way to communicate with outposts and other ships that may be sharing the same space as us. How easily defendable would we be in such a case of hostility is completely unknown at present because of these missing facts.

Not to mention chances for civil unrest as well if there isn’t a structured command in which to field any problems.

[He doesn’t elaborate on such anymore, as the real goal of the post has already been accomplished. So the feed clicks off.]

((OOC: Translation: If you can read and understand this, what is your designation and appointed field of duty?))

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Do you have any plans to look for these places? I'd be willing to join, if you did. I could probably help with the equipment.

[there's a pause, a moment of hesitation, and then Heatwave leans forward and grins because it's another Cybertronian. And he doesn't sound crazy, so. It's worth it to hope, right? And his introduction could read as a continuation of his reply, so he doesn't worry about encrypting.]

...I am Heatwave and I function as a Weapons and System Designer. Who are you?

Edited 2011-12-11 01:53 (UTC)

[Oh my Primus it actually worked. He didn't think it would work, no really what were the slagging odds of it working? He'll just shift in that small space to peer at you.]

They are a high priority on my list of things to do. I do not like being in the dark on such measures and conducts in regards to the general safety of ourselves on this vessel.

[He has never heard of you before, but he flipped tables over such with the Ratchet so he just gives a quick odd glance to show this confusion. Because, fellow Cybertronians. It currently trumps everything else right now.]

Red Alert, Security Director.

[The smile almost slips off his face at the name. Another Autobot officer, and that triggers instinctive, defensive stiffening, but-]

[ourselves not myself. Would his Red Alert have said that?]

[That minor hesitation is set aside as Heatwave forcefully reminds himself of Ratchet. Then he's smiling again.]

That makes sense. If you want help, you've got it. I'm cut off from most of the ship's systems, but I can probably brief you on the state of communications and whatever security systems are available to me, if those rooms are found.

The Captain or Commander might have some answers for you. If those two are the only crew available, it's possible they don't have a qualified security director. They might appreciate your help.

[He hasn't spent thousands of years watching others through security feeds, and twenty years having to incorporate humans into that watching to not notice that. What did he do in that other universe to cause that reaction? He just frowns a bit as well.]

That...that would be utterly helpful for all of us, especially if ever a need arises that causes for an emergency lockdown or evacuation. Though it would be too hopeful to expect the communication relays to be optimal, let alone in working order for us to contact something outside of this ship.

Though, so long as we can lower the chance of others going missing or ending up dead in the night because of a security breach we did not look at is far greater in the goal here.

[Will not have flashbacks to death, nope. Going to attempt to rid mind of those thoughts. That certainly makes the face do funny things.]

Wonderful, even in death I'll get to spend time repairing security feeds.

[Despite the wording. He's actually relived for such. Familiar ground it is a lovely thing.]

[He sighs] I wouldn't count on it. The damage done to the ship seems patchy, but if even the inter-crew network is acting strangely, the more complicated equipment is probably in bad shape. I wouldn't expect it to be very receptive to aid, so we may need someone who specializes in communications to handle that, if it comes to it.

I'll submit to your greater knowledge. If it helps, there was some talk about starting a security force at that meeting earlier.

[Aaaand then Heatwave pauses.] Death?

I've yet to make contact with any form of communication officer which dashes the very small blip of hope my coding, if I still had coding, had dredged up in that regard. It would never be as simple as being able to send out a distress beacon.

That would help, especially in regards to culture clashes and faction creation if it's diverse enough.

[He just blank stares at you for a moment. Then he's fumbling with the device to encrypt this small segment.]

It's the only logical conclusion considering some Decepticon shot me in the back and through my spark chamber right before this entire organic transformation happened.

I'll keep an optic out. It can't hurt to hope. I'll see what I can hear about the security force too, if you want.

[Then Red Alert talks about his death and-- Heatwave goes very quiet very suddenly. He feels...disconcerted and doesn't know why. It was war. Red Alert wasn't a friend in his universe - he was someone meant to be shot in his universe, but. This wasn't his Red Alert, was it?]

[He doesn't question that Red Alert's obviously alive, or the use of "spark" - that was one of Cliffjumper's words. It isn't the idea of death that bothers him. Instead, stiffly, and barely remembering the encryption:]

...Do you have any idea which Decepticon it was?

[That's very important, somehow.]

[You are overly helpful. He is not used to this. He is used to jibes and annoyance. He's going to be flabbergasted for a while on that, maybe a bit suspicious if in the event this ends up being part of an elaborate prank.]

I'll keep a look out as well for information. Never hurts to double check and verify everything to make certain.

[His face does that lovely odd shape contouring for a bit as he thinks about it. The whole wake up process and human body has his mind still fuzzy on some details. Just not that anymore, that's clear as day again.]

A Constructicon. Which one specifically, I would not be able to tell you. Those that hopefully manage to retreat to safety are more likely to know that answer.

[He's just going to slump a little more into his closet corner.]

[Nah, he just takes his job seriously. He's a serious guy. He's just also an example that you can be serious without being a stick in the mud.]

[Heatwave tries to connect the Constructicons he knows to the act of shooting someone in the back and mentally balks. His war didn't have non-combatants, but the Constructicons were probably the closest they might have in the sense of actually shooting someone when it wasn't self-defense, especially someone good.]

[...Different universes were obviously going to mess with his head more than he anticipated.]

I see. I'm glad to see you all right, then. Sounds like you were lucky to survive. [he pauses, noticing the slump and wanting to help.] We're lucky to have you show up here, too. It seems like we'll be needing your expertise.

[because obviously hearing that your function is useful and necessary is good comfort, right? Right? And it's not like he's lying...]

[We will see how long this will last though. You caught him in a mellow mood. Well as mellow as Red Alert ever gets. You'll likely hate him when he starts flipping tables and barricading doors.]

Yes, lucky I'm in an organic body, on a ship in some far flung corner of the galaxy. I failed them! I was in charge of security and they breached the city and Prime is off planet and they could all be dead because I didn't have the security system as well made as I should have.

[And he just stiffens and attempts to not freak out like that. Just because this is encrypted doesn't mean someone won't be able to hack it and use this against him. He'll just attempt to check for a hidden enemy in the small confines of his closet before looking back at you Heatwave.]

Sorry, that was unprofessional and in bad form to have done so especially on such an unsecured line when we should be focusing on here and now.

[Just wait until Heatwave slips up with his allegiance.]

Understandable. Don't worry about it.

[Well. So much for helping Red Alert feel better. At least he said it aloud, though? That was supposed to help, right?]

[Don't be sad, Red :C]

At least -- well. We really can use your help here, I think. Nobody else mentioned shoring up the security, not for anything that could happen outside the ship, and even if the equipment's too fried to help it's something to do for the time being. I'll point you toward anyone I can find who was involved with the security discussion today.

[My heart is already breaking, because that will end in tears and locked doors. Heatwave forgive him someday for that.]

Yes, it wouldn't do to just let this ship fall into more shambles and there are far too many lives on it that it would go against everything to not help keep such eventualities at bay. There's also the issue of the system itself. Camera placements, motion sensors, evacuation layouts. Emergency plans in case of fire or air lock breach.

I'll have to modify a great deal of my schematics to compensate for the ship design and the mostly organic population. This could take a while.

[He's forgotten about his audience for a moment, but that quickly fades and he's once more fixed on Heatwave.]

We need to get an exploration team together. To map out important areas and figure out what can and can not be salvageable in regards to immediate and long term necessity. But, yes the security team does need to be implemented, especially in regards to civil servants as military law and protocol would not go over well with most of those here with us.

[At least he's not openly depressed anymore?]

[Heatwave will just be very disappointed and kind of sad. Awww.]

There are a lot of civilians here. [Heatwave sounds a little happy about that, as much as he does wary. One one hand: non-combatants exist again! 8D on the other: oh hjfkdsa non-combatants exist again D8]

[He claps his hands together as he'd seen Dr. Arkville do on occasion, smiling]

All right. We can see about that, then. The man I saw talking about security matters had black hair longer than mine and he was white [very pale, Heatwave means, but give him a break he hasn't learned "pale" can refer to physical features besides optic color yet] I'll see about finding out his name for you.

--Er. Where are you, anyway? [he's blinking at the camera now because. Really? Where are you? He hasn't seen a place that small since the lockers ~~no he hasn't checked his closet yet~~]

Far too many unless there are those who are hiding military or such backgrounds at the moment until it is called for. [Welcome to his life Heatwave and the fun and horror of those who can't shoot a gun.]

So we'll have to physically look and possibly figure out a more efficient message system then face to face or general broadcasts on this network. Makes one actually miss the short wave channel frequencies.

[Awkward silence. How to do this and not potentially offend one of the few allies he has manage to get in this place, and not give up his location.]

Some random space, it's not as open and near a lot of traffic as a lot of the general usage rooms. [Because sane people don't hide in closets. ~~The day he does he'll likely get an odd epiphany in regards to this conversation and side eye Red for life.]~~

Are you sure it's safe to be there? It doesn't look as though it was intended for human use.

[because you're seriously looking scrunched, Red.]

It has adequate ventilation so the chance of running out of breathable air slim to none. It's original function isn't much of an issue in regards to the repurposing I am placing on it.

[Translation: No it's not meant for humans to use as Red is doing, but he can deal with the tiny space.]

[...okay]

All right. Just take care of yourself. It's good to meet another Cybertronian here [aka: don't accidentally do anything to lower our already pitifully small numbers, fellow Cybertronian buddy!]

Right, I'll inform you of any new developments in our situation in regards to these systems. [aka he'll find some excuse to call you without it seeming like doing so just to do so, because you're right in our pitiful numbers here.]

[...]

Sugar, y'all're speakin' a lotta whooy Ah don't understand. Cain't y'all speak plain ol' Equestrian?

[There is staring, because he didn't really think this through on wut do if others answer back, but he recovers quickly]

I have no idea what Equestrian is and simply put, I'm looking for the place where we could maybe contact something or someone that is not on this ship.

[Organics, he will never understand any of you.]

Oh...well, Ah guess Ah mean English or whatevah y'all speak 'round these parts. Ah'm not used t' bein' hewman.

[She stares right back before tilting her head. She'll never understand any of you either.]

So...somethin' like a communication whozat?

That is strange, considering there should be some language barrier with so many from differing places, and some of us being altered into forms not our own.

[That not human comment almost piqued his interest, but you couldn't read his note so it's sadly not a big priority for him. Sorry Applejack.]

...in a manner of speaking, yes. Spaceships visit planets and thus should be able to call them, which means there is a possibility this ship could call someone's home world if we are in range.

[It's been ages since he's had to explain things that simply before. It feels so odd.]

Ah don't get the whole language barrier thingy either, but Ah guess since mosta us're now human that means we're speakin' th' same language? Or maybe somepony cast a translation spell on alla us or somethin'.

[She wouldn't be surprised if that happened to be the case. It sure made sense to her that magic was what had caused this whole thing.]

Oh, Ah think Ah get it. Like when Spike sends our letters t' Princess Celestia through his fire breathin'. Canterlot's a fair ways from Ponyville so it ain't like we could send a mailpony an' expect it t' be delivered on time.

Are we discussing human command stucture or Cybertronian?

You know my function and designation already.

ANY! [He would throw his hands in the air, but he needs to keep the feed steady, and well small spaces do not like wild gestures.]

If a clear structure for those to follow isn't settled in time, we'll start breaking into little factions and likely cause more harm then good. You wouldn't know if you could fully expect someone not to rip out your main energon line or help you fend off any hostile forces.

[Yes, how could he forget. You caused him to learn the term headache intimately.]

Quite right, which means you currently are the highest ranking officer here if you follow Cybertronian command structures.

[His face is the face of one who will demote himself if you try and spin that back into his hands.]

Quite agreed. Humans have a bad tendency to break into factions and make things that much more difficult.

[he rubs his head. He isn't sure about being a leader, considering his brief reign as Warlord of Thraal and his general disposition.]

Of course. I was third behind Jazz and Prime in the chain before we left Cybertron, but we were not that formal afterwards. [only five 'Bots. What need of a chain of command?]

Edited 2011-12-11 04:33 (UTC)

Precisely. Their very history is rife with such examples of the mindset coming out and into play. It's only a matter of time before it begins here and the breakdown of this quasi calm truce will start.

[Here he forgets for a moment that he should do so, and he gestures a bit to accentuate his point. Whoops, well he didn't hit the wall that hard so the wall is okay and his hand well, this whole touch thing is still freaky.]

...At least with a confirmed and steady command structure the ability to keep order is there with better efficiency, especially in regards to keeping non-combatants from ending up in a cross fire.

[He absently rubs the spot on his hand that got dinged. That was really odd. He did not like that sensation.]

I think I was either sixth or seventh depending on certain situations, and quite happy with my low ranking on that chain of command.

You hit a body part. Which is it? [he HEARD that thump]

I suppose I shall have to take the mantle, until a higher ranked officer arrives. What was your chain of command?

I did not, that was the communicator. [Poker Face he has it. He knows what happens when medics think they have a patient to take care of.]

I'm certain you will honor the position you carry until then. Slagging long.

It was Prime, Prowl, and Jazz as the three main officers. Then Weapons Specialist Ironhide and Chief Medical Officer Ratchet. Communication Officer Blaster which already is far longer a list then yours.

Red Alert, I think I can tell the difference between plastic and flesh striking hard surfaces.

[dry snort]

Prime, Jazz, myself, and Ironide were the ranking officers for the Autobots. We had divided into groups after Cybertron fell in order to seek the Allspark's location and keep it out of Megatron's clutches.

There was no injury sustained. I am not going back into medbay. [Nope.jpg]

We were not really separated the main force left on the Ark in search of new energy supplies as Cybertron was dying. Which included the entire collection of ranking officers. Elita-One and her unit remained on Cybertron to harass Shockwave.

Was my alternate that much of a tyrant? Or is it the fate of all medics to have avoidant patients who still insist on being idiots?

[he nods]

We only had a small force that accompanied Prime. The rest of the Autobots scattered to other places to defend against the 'Cons.

I think I've accumulated enough non-needed cycles within the confines of a medbay to warrant some time out of it. We should also not become lax in conserving our resources. So there really is no need for me to go anywhere near medbay for a good long while.

[Yes, yes he is an avoidant type. Surprise!]

I can see the logistics in such, though how well such would have worked in my universe is up for debate. Megatron is persistant in his obsessions and Prime was one of them.

Ooooh, civil unrest! Yeah, you're right, god forbid there not be anyone in charge to make all the important decisions.

Shit, and it's not like there's still a captain or whatever.

A captain not a crew, considering there is a sudden large influx of us all in a state of confused agitation there is only so much that can be kept under before something volatile goes off.

At least with some form of a justice system or just the thought of a possible brig time would at least help keep more opportunistic ones from wreaking any destructive mayhem. Or you want me to believe that somehow all those picked are paragons of good virtue and patience.

What guarantee do I have that you're a paragon of virtue, huh?

None that could be given in any sort of physical and verifiable proof of such a claim. Which should only reinforce what I am saying that at least civil service force should be set up.

[You made him smack his hand to a wall again with his flailing. That thump and slight yelp is just for you.]

Oh no, did you forget your 'good person' badge at home?

[heh.] And I guess you get to be chief of police, to boot.

Yes, that's it exactly. [Oh joy he gets to be dead pan, until the next line is heard.

By Primus no, that would be a terrible idea.

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