angleofscience | 001

[Jetfire apparently figured out the video-function of the journal very quickly, because that's what pops up; a view of someone white, obviously very large, and metal. As soon as he starts to speak, however, it's clear, for those of you who speak English, that he's not speaking that (or any other langauge mostly anyone here would recognize), so have a text translation.]

... This shouldn't even... ahh, right...

I'm finding the premise I'm supposed to accept rather improbable. The odds of even... ah, something divine having the time to construct a place of safety and then pluck someone... or even several, aren't even astronomical. I'd be generous if I said they were astronomical.

[Jetfire only has a faint frown on his faceplates, but his optics are narrowed and his voice heavy with disbelief. Amusingly enough, despite the science-oriented talk, the heavy blanket of disbelief lightens some on the word 'divine', even if there's a slight sigh accompanying it instead.]

Especially since even the assumption of a 'frozen-moment' would require unfreezing at any change of location, and thus even a pre-knowledge of the so-supposed "end" wouldn't be sufficient. Further, even with such a time window, that alloted time would soon run out.

[Does Jetfire enjoy science so much he wouldn't mind potentially talking to himself about it? Yes. He might also be slightly upset. Maybe.]

And since different universes would, by virtue of natural variation, obey slightly different rules, have slightly different outcomes... A single destructive event encompassing a possible multiverse... or even omniverse and completely wiping it all out is highly unlikely simply by virtue of these internal variations-- [The large, white robot seems to have run out of steam (so to speak) finally, as he drags a hand down his face.]

No matter what is actually going on... How and why am I over two-thirds shorter than I ought to be? [That should just not be possible.]

Also... [There's a deep, slow vent.]

If anyone else is here and has seen... or, ah, heard Starscream... Please inform me.

[There were many others he'd like to ask for, but, presently, this seemed to be the most... important. At least personally and for the general safety of any possible others.]

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... That is a point I, admittedly, hadn't wanted to consider yet, at least not fully.

[Jetfire nods at that, and is clearly about to answer when something else ~~like Starscream finding out he's here too and accusing him of being part of the trap~~ distracts him.]

I would... ah. Er, perhaps in a bit? I just had... Apparently a friend is here too.

[That seems the easiest way of phrasing it for the moment, though he can't see Ironhide and Starscream somehow not meeting, or even talking. But currently, he needs to make sure Starscream stays put.]

[He blinks. That was unexpected.]

Who is it?

An old friend... from my time at the Academy. [Jetfire hesitates, wondering if he should say anything more at all... But waiting might not be a good idea either. Any calculations of odds and variable outcomes are inconclusive like this. Jetfire shakes his helm and briefly looks away.]

His designation is Starscream.

[He'll not assume Ironhide knows a Starscream from where he's from. If he's lucky, he's either not have had anything to do with his version of the Seeker, or he doesn't exist at all.]

...

What?

[It sort of looks like he's just been smacked in the face by a semi-truck.]

[Jetfire both notices the pause and sees that expression, and can't really supress the exasperated vent. Of course he couldn't be that fortunate.]

I see you've... at least met or know of the Starscream from your dimension. [Jetfire drags a hand down his faceplates and frowns.]

I know he's a Decepticon. I would, however... appreciate if any lethal action could be... set aside. I'm going to do my best to keep Starscream under control. [Jetfire looked off to the side briefly; going about keeping Starscream under control and not doing anything (too) foolish was something he should be getting on real soon, what with their exchange over the journals.]

I do. He was a traitor! A murderer!

...

Keep your pet leashed, and I will not tear his face off.

[... Well, at least he wasn't being accused (yet?) of being a traitor or similar things.]

... I'll... do my best. Starscream tends to be rather... ah, aggravating. But please remember the Starscream from your dimension and mine, while obviously sharing traits, aren't the same.

[If he could start Ironhide off that... Well. He doesn't have too much hope. He does know how Starscream is, after all. This would be... a mess, most probably. Jetfire drags a hand down his faceplates and pauses in the action of terminating this.]

You would still be... amenable... to go looking for energon later?

They are Decepticons. I will not trust them further than a human could throw them. And I will not cooperate with them.

[He snorts, and seems to be considering Jetfire's words carefully.]

You are an Autobot. Yeah. Find me when you need me.

I know. [There's no denial here, and Jetfire suddenly looks tired as he says this.] In general, most assuredly, but Starscream in particular can only be trusted with a few things. [And his tone of voice implies he has no illusions about what those things are.]

He can, however, be made to do some good in certain circumstances. [Which reminds Jetfire to ask about Bumblebee... No matter if it might not technically matter if their universe has been destroyed.]

I will. Thank you.

He can be trusted with nothing. He can do no good.

[There is a lot of finality in those words. If only because Ironhide fully believes in what he's saying.]

You know how to find me.

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