+1 confused alien nerd

[thanksoptimus]

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.

Comments

[thanksoptimus]

"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."

[sciencewizard]

"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."

[thanksoptimus]

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."

[sciencewizard]

"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?"

[thanksoptimus]

"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.

[sciencewizard]

"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."