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[weapabilities]

Date & Time: Feb 6th, all day.
Location: Around the outskirts of the city.
Characters: Drift and YOU!
Summary: Finally bored with hiding, Drift takes a walkabout. Which means robot parkour!
Warnings: None, will update if needed.
Note: You can enter in from the given prose or write a setup and I can adjust/write into it. You can also post in your preferred format and I'll match!



Boredom and anxiety drive him out of the abandoned building he's made his temporary home for the time being. He hasn't felt comfortable going to his designated housing. Unsure if he'd fit or even be very well-received. At least he's starting to settle with the fact that most humans here aren't out to trap or kill him.

That's a new and exciting concept. Fortunately, it appears nobody has really seen a Cybertronian, save for that one fellow, who didn't much seem to care.

So he ventures out, unfolding from his vehicle mode to dart down the empty streets and look for anything useful. The information he'd been given... he isn't sure if he can trust it at all now. It doesn't bode well, either way. He's been thrown into this mess, and the talk of war.

War.

He'd not adjusted well. About as well as Rodimus or Atomizer or Whirl (Primus, Whirl...) to not having 'kill Decepticons' as the primary M.O. anymore.

He's not sure if he's relieved or depressed that he's back in the apparent thick of it again. But it's what he's good at. Killing. As much as the "Flaky Spiritualist" act sustained him on the Lost Light, he knows deep down it is just that. An act, even if he played the part so well that even he started believing it.

Drift vaults himself up onto a sturdy looking building, using it to reach a crumbling ledge of something taller. He climbs, scaling until he reaches some of the upper-rooftops.

"What am I going to do?" He asks the sword on his back, which maintains it's silence, as always.

"Am I here for a reason?"

Perhaps.

Or maybe it's just happenstance, just like Ratchet would tell him. But he pretends to have a purpose, and moves on.

Comments

[oncearanger]

"I think I could," Billy guesses, rubbing his chin in thought. "I've worked on others like you...admittedly one was small and didn't transform and the ones that were larger and did transform weren't sentient, but I've also worked on many different vehicles. I'm sure I could figure it out."

[weapabilities]

"Well, if I do end up popping a tire, I know who I'll be coming to, if that's okay by you."

It never hurts to have some backup. Though the thought of medics gives him a little pang in his spark.

He never thought he'd actually miss Ratchet in all his crankiness.

[oncearanger]

Billy nodded. "It's fine! I'm always looking for new work. Can't imagine the constant rain is doing you any favors."

[weapabilities]

"Eh... I've managed to find some cover, but it's starting to rust while I recharge and it really makes the joints hurt."

Maybe he should just suck it up and go 'home'. He's just a little apprehensive, he likes his privacy.

A lot.

[oncearanger]

Billy could only imagine that. He gave Drift a sympathetic look. "Is there anything I can do? It wouldn't take that long to fix the roof for a better shelter."

[weapabilities]

"What? No, I wouldn't trouble you for something so minor. I just need to find some oil and I'll be fine."

He smiles confidently.

[oncearanger]

"All right. Well...is anyone else from your world around here?"

There was so much more Billy wanted to ask, but...it could wait, he thought. No need to be too pushy at the start.

[weapabilities]

"Not that I know. I think they'd have come forward unless they were a Decepticon, maybe. But even then you'd probably know if one was here."

They'd have probably killed someone already.

[oncearanger]

"They're all as big as you?" Billy asked, looking up to try to imagine how much taller one could be while still fitting in the city street.

[weapabilities]

"Oh, most are larger. I'm a frame built for speed and agility. Combat mechs are often a little larger and heavier, in varying degrees."

Tanks and things like that. Like Turmoil.

[oncearanger]

Interesting. The same design differences he would expect. Billy took note of that. "Large enough to crush the city flat? I've seen robots that big, but at a certain size it gets difficult not to crush everything in sight. I had my own mishaps that way."

[weapabilities]

"Well I mean one or two, yes." Namely Metroplex or Omega Supreme.

"Huh? What do you mean your own mishaps?"

[oncearanger]

Billy looked sheepish. "There are some really big vehicles in my world. One I drove around was about your size. I had to keep it to a less populated district to keep people from getting hurt," he explained, starting to sweat.

That was definitely on the verge of revealing too much.

[weapabilities]

"Oh, wow! Hmm, yes I can imagine. So it was a vehicle or a mech?" He'd seen the mechs that Skywatch piloted to. Well. To hunt him and his friends down.

Scary.

[oncearanger]

"Mech," Billy admitted reluctantly. "Scientists end up testing all sorts of powerful equipment."

[weapabilities]

He can't help it. It makes him instantly wary.

"What did you use it for?" Not that this guy seems bad, he doesn't give Drift any bad feelings, but you can never be too sure...

[oncearanger]

Billy fiddles with his fingers. He's said too much, he's said way too much...he was a military assistant, there, that's a story that makes sense.

"To protect the planet. Our military had to use the mechs to keep the invaders from destroying all life on the planet. I made sure they were ready."

[weapabilities]

"Well," Drift says, relaxing visibly, the soft fuzzy glow returning to his optics as he sits back again.

"That's a good cause. You're a hero of Earth, then?"

[oncearanger]

"No," Billy denies, with just a slightly harder edge than should be expected. "I'm just their assistant. They need a mechanic in the bay to keep going, I'm only out there very rarely."

He looks at Drift curiously. "Where do you usually find your medics?"

[weapabilities]

"Hey... even doing that kind of work, it counts." He seems very sure of this.

"Our medics? Well it's a profession. Just like a doctor for a human. Cybertronian medical science is. Pretty extensive."

[oncearanger]

"I'd love to study it," Billy said sincerely, imagining all that must go into it. "I wish I could be an adequate substitute, but I'll do what I can for you if there's no one better available."

[weapabilities]

"Well if you are willing to take up that responsibility, I would be incredibly grateful. I can provide you with some information on my species, if you'd like."

He has to be sparing though, the last time humans got a hold of their tech, it was abysmally bad.

[oncearanger]

"I'd do it," Billy decides easily. "I don't have much work to keep me busy these days."

[weapabilities]

"Then it's a deal." Drift nods firmly.

"Can we arrange a meeting in the near future? Perhaps when it's not so..."

Wet. And gross. He motions to the sky.

[oncearanger]

"Sure. One precipitation-free cloudy day, we'll have to meet," Billy nods, smirking slightly.