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capitalh2014-12-28 08:09 pm
crimsoncruiser) wrote in capitalh2014-12-28 08:09 pm
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Who: Windblade AND YOU
Where: Anywhere around LA
When: NOW
What: Unicron's herald (kind of) tries to get a read on how likely Earthlings are to listen to people trying to tell them their world is next in line to be devoured by spherical robot Galactus
Warnings: none yet
She’d done her research on the way over.
Aliens she’d spoken to on her brief stops to refuel had told her that Earth was a smallish but densely populated planet with a galactic position that made it a prime target for some of the nearby hostiles. But although it hadn’t yet achieved interstellar travel itself, it had successfully repelled every invasion attempt to date, and made peaceful contact, from the sound of it, with a few other races. Windblade expected the inhabitants to be powerful, but not necessarily dangerous, and planned on a straightforward arrival. Land somewhere noticeable but safe; announce her purpose here straight away. A planet already familiar with extraterrestrial attacks shouldn’t need much convincing of the imminent threat of Unicron, after all.
And after the last three planets she’d stopped at? She was kind of looking forward to it.
She hadn’t counted on having company.
The Alternian vessels thronging around the edges of Earth’s solar system had been much more than Windblade was prepared for. Evidently they’d been keeping it quiet, because nobody she’d spoken to on her way had said anything about it. Her own ship was small and she’d managed to make her way through unharmed – almost. A couple of them had ended up tailing her halfway across the solar system, and they’d gotten a few hits in before peeling away – apparently they didn’t want to get too close to Earth itself.
She had to make an emergency landing, wrenching open the door and soaring out in jet mode and letting the autopilot take care of the dangerous part. But it turned out she got lucky. For one thing, her craft didn’t explode on landing. For another, she’d landed in a desert.
Not exactly the visible, honest landing she’d been originally planning for – but with the unexpected Alternian spacecraft circling the solar system, she knew she couldn’t count on all of her previous information. As far as research went, she was as good as back to square one.
Which is why she’s now busy gathering information via a holographic avatar projected into the nearest significantly sized human settlement.
You might spot her avatar flickering occasionally as she watches humans mill around a street corner or mall or coffee shop (she has not, of course, touched her own drink). This is some slightly troublingly intense people watching. She looks like she's mentally making notes for a nature documentary.
If you look noticeably nonhuman, she'll probably actually approach you first: "Excuse me – am I correct in assuming this isn't your home planet?" She sounds as if she's conducting some kind of survey.
And if you look noticeably nonhuman in a large-robot-that-turns-into-a-car way... probably we should discuss that first!! Hit me up
Where: Anywhere around LA
When: NOW
What: Unicron's herald (kind of) tries to get a read on how likely Earthlings are to listen to people trying to tell them their world is next in line to be devoured by spherical robot Galactus
Warnings: none yet
She’d done her research on the way over.
Aliens she’d spoken to on her brief stops to refuel had told her that Earth was a smallish but densely populated planet with a galactic position that made it a prime target for some of the nearby hostiles. But although it hadn’t yet achieved interstellar travel itself, it had successfully repelled every invasion attempt to date, and made peaceful contact, from the sound of it, with a few other races. Windblade expected the inhabitants to be powerful, but not necessarily dangerous, and planned on a straightforward arrival. Land somewhere noticeable but safe; announce her purpose here straight away. A planet already familiar with extraterrestrial attacks shouldn’t need much convincing of the imminent threat of Unicron, after all.
And after the last three planets she’d stopped at? She was kind of looking forward to it.
She hadn’t counted on having company.
The Alternian vessels thronging around the edges of Earth’s solar system had been much more than Windblade was prepared for. Evidently they’d been keeping it quiet, because nobody she’d spoken to on her way had said anything about it. Her own ship was small and she’d managed to make her way through unharmed – almost. A couple of them had ended up tailing her halfway across the solar system, and they’d gotten a few hits in before peeling away – apparently they didn’t want to get too close to Earth itself.
She had to make an emergency landing, wrenching open the door and soaring out in jet mode and letting the autopilot take care of the dangerous part. But it turned out she got lucky. For one thing, her craft didn’t explode on landing. For another, she’d landed in a desert.
Not exactly the visible, honest landing she’d been originally planning for – but with the unexpected Alternian spacecraft circling the solar system, she knew she couldn’t count on all of her previous information. As far as research went, she was as good as back to square one.
Which is why she’s now busy gathering information via a holographic avatar projected into the nearest significantly sized human settlement.
You might spot her avatar flickering occasionally as she watches humans mill around a street corner or mall or coffee shop (she has not, of course, touched her own drink). This is some slightly troublingly intense people watching. She looks like she's mentally making notes for a nature documentary.
If you look noticeably nonhuman, she'll probably actually approach you first: "Excuse me – am I correct in assuming this isn't your home planet?" She sounds as if she's conducting some kind of survey.
And if you look noticeably nonhuman in a large-robot-that-turns-into-a-car way... probably we should discuss that first!! Hit me up
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Grimlock is probably not supposed to be out on his own like this. Generally any time he's been out and about up until now, he has been with someone from Alpha Force. But he was sick of sitting in one place and no one from Alpha Force had been around, and it's sort of hard to tell a giant metal dinosaur "no" when you don't have super powers. So he's on a leisurely stroll, and fortunately not doing much damage other than scaring some people. CONDOR is probably lurking in the shadows somewhere, just to keep an eye on him.
He doesn't notice Windblade at first, until sensors pick up some sort of weird anomaly. He's not exactly smart enough to figure out why this person isn't reading as a real human, but she does have his attention.
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But someone like Windblade has no reason to assume that's because his creators were attempting to ape Cybertronian technobiology. The only conclusion she can draw? That he's some other species of cybernetic alien she hasn't encountered yet.
"Excuse me," she says as she walks up to the towering dinobot – her tone is a little furtive. "Have you been on this planet for long?"
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"Planet...?" He searches his memory banks for the right information. She asked how long, right?
"...Me Grimlock been activated for 6 months now." then he leans in close, getting his snout in her face. "Why lady want know?"
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She tries again.
"Where do you come from?"
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