+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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[metabee]

Metabee winds up taking a few steps back and Orion transforms anyway, eyes wide. If he had a mouth it would probably be hanging open in amazement. He is actually stunned silent for a few moments.

"Dude. That. Was. Way cool!" He says slowly, looking up at the much bigger robot, a definite tone of awe in his voice. He was leaning pretty far back to keep eye contact with the cybertronian.

"Wow, you are really tall. I can see why you were worried about being spotted."

[thanksoptimus]

"Yes," he says after a moment of thought. It's the first time he's taken his base form in a while, and once again he feels strange in his skin. "Perhaps even taller than I remember being last."

[metabee]

"Oh. do you guys....grow or something?" It didn't really seem likely, but you never know with alien robots really.

[thanksoptimus]

"Not at this stage in our life cycle, we should not," he says. He's just as confused as you, Metabee.

"We can be physically modified by ourselves or others but subtle modifications such as height cannot just pass without notice."

Hmm.

[metabee]

"Huh, well, hopefully you can figure that out when you get your memory back dude." He had a thousand questions for this guy but he could tell Orion was itching to leave. Metabee didn't really want to annoy him that much, he was way too cool.

"Well, if you wind up staying longer and need a guide to Earth stuff you should call me up, man. Happy to help!"

[thanksoptimus]

He contemplates that for a moment. Well, why not, really. He's curious about this little robot's origins, even if he is a touch too desperate to look into it right now.

"I have gained access to local communication networks, so if you have a corresponding number, I will keep you as a potential contact."

[metabee]

"Sure thing dude, hit me up if you need anything."
He gave Orion the number linked to his internal communication line, probably more enthusiastically than he should considering he just met this guy.

"You gonna head out to the desert now?"

[thanksoptimus]

Orion likes you, tiny robot. He files the number away for the moment, gazing at the horizon.

"It is, at present, my only lead. I thank you for your assistance."

He smiles, and abruptly folds into a truck, his engine rumbling.

[metabee]

"Alright, well, good luck, dude. See you around." Metabee gave a wave as Orion transformed (still super cool wow). and waiting to till the truck drove off before heading back the way he came, looking very pleased with himself.