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+1 confused alien nerd

Who: Orion Pax and YOU.
Where: Around Los Angeles.
When: The same day that Megatron shows up.
What: A semi truck asks you for help.
Warnings: ???

There's no precedent for this, really. No explanation that brings this sudden transition any closer to making sense. He's never been anywhere that isn't Cybertron before, and organic based planets like this are something he's only read about in the archives.

Thankfully, he figures, he can at least peace something together in terms of appropriate interspecies diplomacy. Because while he's managed to scan an appropriately sized alt form, his last one wasn't the shape he was expecting at all. With this much going wrong, he's going to need help.

It's late afternoon when you'll have a chance at noticing the large red and blue semi truck that seems to be following you around town. It is, inherently, not very subtle. It drives slowly, pursuing you with an almost shy looking trepidation, rolling forward and then hesitating the moment you look at it.

It's sticking to less populated areas for now.

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It isn't long before Miriel, who is on some personal errands, notices the semi truck. Even if its colors did not stand out among its surroundings, Miriel is an observant person. Without a doubt, this vehicle is following her. For what reason? She will simply have to find out.

She turns around and walks directly to the driver's side of the semi truck. With no hesitation, she taps on the door. There is the possibility that this will develop into a dangerous situation, but she is prepared. She can protect herself – subtly and thoroughly – if need be.

"I presume that you require something from me?" she asks whoever is in the semi truck. "If that is correct, inform me of what it is so that I may assist you and be on my way."

He makes a note that he will really have to work on his stealth capabilities if he is to blend in unnoticed on this planet. All the same, at this point, he is willing to take the opportunity to speak openly of his predicament. It seems to have worked out well before, after all.

"I am Orion Pax of the planet Cybertron," the truck says. "I have need of your assistance."

Another Cybertronian in need of help? Interesting. This Orion Pax is the second one she's encountered so far, the other being Commander Starscream. She knows that there may be scientific benefits to helping Orion, but before she decides her course of action, she must gather more information. At the very least, she must determine if he is dangerous. If she's lucky, he is not, and whatever assistance he needs can be provided with the knowledge of Cybertronian anatomy and biology that she and Baelheit gained from Starscream.

She looks around for any observers, but the coast seems to be clear. "I am somewhat familiar with your kind, Orion Pax," she says lowly. "I do not guarantee that I will be able to assist you, but I will listen. The privacy of our conversation, however, may be better preserved if I enter the passenger's side of your current form. Do I have your consent to do so?" She's not worried about being trapped once inside if Orion proves a threat, but not asking does not seem conducive to a positive interaction.

"Oh - of course," he says, and his cab door can be heard unlocking, popping open just slightly for her to let herself in. Once again, he is sort of caught off guard by how much the organics here seem to know about Cybertronians.

Miriel wordlessly climbs into Orion's cab and moves to the passenger's seat. After adjusting her glasses, she folds her hands in her lap. "So – you are in need of assistance, but of which kind?" She looks around at his interior as she speaks. He looks quite similar to what she would expect a typical semi truck to look like, much like Starscream looked quite similar to what she expected a typical military jet to look like. "The more information you are able to provide me, the better."

"I have awoken on this planet with no memory of how I arrived here," he says, his words careful and articulate. "I would ask for any help you can offer which might give me a method of returning home."

He has important stuff going on, he thinks, and it's somewhat upsetting to think that the people relying on him may be wondering about his absence.

"I see." There isn't much that she, personally, can do for him. She doesn't know where Cybertron is, and, even if she did, humanity hasn't developed the type of spacecraft necessary to get him there. If he crash-landed here and lost a portion of his memory in the process, there would likely be a ship of some sort somewhere, but he would have had to see it upon waking. If he didn't know how he got here, there must not have been a ship. That means she can only give him information.

"I have encountered one other Cybertronian, recently," Miriel says, with a bit of hesitation. Orion Pax, as little time as she has known him, seems...honest. Trusting. As far as she could tell when she met him, Starscream is the opposite, as well as unpredictable and possibly dangerous. "His name is Commander Starscream, and his vehicle form is that of a military jet. I know not if he remains in this area – or on Earth - but you may learn more about possible methods of returning to your planet if you are able to locate him."

"Hrm," he hums thoughtfully, searching his mind for names. "Commander Starscream." As a Commander he'd have to be of a notable rank, but the same doesn't strike him as immediately familiar.

"Thank you. I will seek the Commander out, and see if he can offer me any guidance." He falls silent for a moment. "I find myself uncertain as to whether I have lost a portion of my memory from injury, or if I simply never experience the transition. It is...disorientating."

"Disorientation is a common reaction to amnesia," she says, "and while it is inconvenient, it is not worrying. Injury is a possible cause for your amnesia, depending on what occurred during and prior to your arrival." The different scenarios which could result in memory loss are too numerous to count, so she doesn't even try to theorize. "I am not aware, however, of which transition you mean."

"From Cybertron to where I found myself here," he clarifies. Given the people involved, this whole conversation has been surprisingly calm and polite. "I cannot think of any reason why I would have left by my own means. And while there were the remains of an interstellar vessel, it was only part of one."

"Fascinating," she says to herself. It looks like she assumed too early. "Perhaps, then, it may also be beneficial to search for any traces of the rest of the spacecraft in the area where you found yourself, and then beyond. I am not familiar with your interstellar travel technology, but I would hypothesize that if a part of the vessel crashed into this planet – provided that the part was of a certain size – the rest of the ship would crash as well." She pauses. "Of course, it would depend on what exactly occurred on the vessel or around the vessel so that part of it was lost." And, of course, that information is not available to them.

"Yes..." Orion says thoughtfully after a moment of consideration. "That would indeed be a wise course of action. I can only imagine that some manner of strife must have downed the vessel that carried me but I am uncertain as to who...or why."

"I cannot say, but I do hope that you will be able to discover the circumstances surrounding your arrival on this planet, Orion Pax, as well as any methods of returning to your own planet."

Thinking, she silently looks out the window for a few moments. She does not expect that this Cybertronian will be able to give her any information of value right now, but...perhaps later. "If you do encounter the rest of the vessel, I would appreciate it if you contacted me. I am no engineer, but I am highly interested in your culture's technological advancements."

He honestly has no problem with that. If he has arrived on this planet, he intends to interact with its natives diplomatically above all else.

"With the permission of my fellow Cybertronians, I would be happy to. If you give me your local communication codes, I should be able to contact you via my interior broadcast system."

"Excellent," Miriel says, sounding just the tiniest bit pleased. "I will give you my telephone number." Slowly, she lists off the numbers, and then once again, this time more quickly and for confirmation. "I am unsure if my telephone will function with your interior broadcast system; do you know if there is an available process to ensure that the two systems are compatible?"

"Cybtertronian technology is highly adaptive," he says, simple, inputting the numbers as she lists them. He's spent some time now trying to tune into the networks that Earth has. "There is precedent for it assimilating the broadcast networks of foreign civilizations. Here."

He phones her cell. It rings.

"Thank you," Miriel says, and silences the simple beeping ringtone of her phone. There's no point in using it to talk right now, considering their proximity, but she's glad to know that the connection works. "I will contact you if, by chance, I learn any information that may assist you in your objective."

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