+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.

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[spitemancer]

Nivata eyes the truck up and down. She has a remarkable amount of disdain for someone whose head would barely clear those (admittedly enormous) tires. "You," she says severely, "are not covert. At all. Emit your request." It's possible that her words increase exponentially in complexity the more irritated she is.

[thanksoptimus]

"I have awoken on your planet with no memory of how I arrived," he says, mostly nervous about talking to someone who seems so aggressive, though slightly annoyed with her attitude as well. "I only wish to leave."

[spitemancer]

Nivata jolts fully upright, insulted beyond belief. "It's not my planet," she snaps automatically, vibrating with fury. "Nor do I have any intention to stay here whatsoever!"

She takes several deep breaths, squeezing her eyes closed and pressing two blunt claws to her forehead. "...As to your predicament, I am unable to offer assistance at this time. I don't even have the equipment to send myself home, much less you."

[thanksoptimus]

He's quiet for a moment, his engine idling uncomfortably.

"My apologies for the interruption," he says. "It was not my intention to offend."