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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[Starscream glares right back at Jetfire. Just who did he think he was ordering him around like this?!]

Whatever. What do you suppose we do then? Since you're an expert and all.

[He was Jetfire, Starscream, and surely that's all he needed to be?]

I don't know, Starscream. Can you at least feel the place out before you attempt anything? I don't think--- [Jetfire suppressed a groan and just shook his helm.]

Neither you nor I are medics; if they have some way of severely injuring you if you attempt anything... What then?

Fine. I'll do it your way. For now.

[He grumbles and folds his arms across his chest.]

But if anything attacks or gets in my way, I will do something. I assure you. And you won't be able to stop me. Got it?

[Jetfire's quiet for a few seconds, before he nods, and there might be a small smile of appreciation on his faceplates, but it's hard to tell.]

Thank you.

[The grumbling, quite frankly, he ignores; usual Starscream behaviour when deigning to do as asked, and when what was asked isn't what he wanted to do.]

Yes, I understand. I would just prefer if you don't go off and get yourself injured immediately after coming here. Talking of injuries... how did Bumblebee fare?

[That seems to be the most neutral way of asking is Starscream did as Jetfire had wanted him to do, even if he hadn't outright asked Starscream to save the yellow minibot.]

[The sound that comes from Starscream's mouth is the mixture of a huff and pffffft. Him get injured? Riiight.]

I don't know. How does one usually fare when left to a horrible death by explosion due to an insane clone?

[See that look, Starscream? Yeah, he's neither buying it, nor accepting that.]

Sunstorm was out of there before I left; Bumblebee wouldn't have died from anything Sunstorm did. And if you mean after the confrontation I was on the way to...

We have no idea of knowing what would have happened, but that would mean you got him out of there, since I assume you'd otherwise have said he'd be starving to death by being stuck in that cave?

[Have another look, even; Jetfire's arms are now crossed over his chestplates. Not. Impressed. Starscream. There's only the two of them in here, do stop being so aggravating; no one else will know you saved Bumblebee.]

[Damnit Jetfire.]

Technicalities. You still don't know if I ever bothered. For all you know he could be suffering to his death at this moment.

How does that make you feel? Thinking about the possibility of that poor little yellow Autobot slowly dying?

[Oh yeah he's going there.]

[Have the faint noise of Jetfire's dental plates grinding together, Starscream, as he grits his jaw.]

Starscream. Stop that. Did you, or did you not do as I asked? [He's out of patience, and while he does trust Starscream, no matter the attempts here to aggravate him and needle him into not trusting the Seeker with this... If he didn't, there were so many other things to---]

And even if you didn't, on the off-chance, however improbable, that what we've been told is true, he's gone anyway, but I would like to know if you...

[In other words, please stop going there, Starscream.]

[Grah, Jetfire. How are you able to do that? It infuriates him in a way.]

I left him on a beach. I'm sure the rest of your stupid Autobot comrades came and picked him up.

[Because he's Jetfire. At least he protects you when you ask for it?]

Thank you. [Jetfire's thank you, despite the fact that he'd said that Starscream had 'owed him', was genuine, as was trhe small smile. He hadn't really distrusted Starscream on this, otherwise he wouldn't have... well, silently asked the Seeker do it.]

Would you... like to have a look around? [A pause and the smile turns slightly sharper, his optics narrowing a bit.] Without destroying things as we go, though.

Do I have a choice?

[Because he'd rather look around without you looking over his shoulder making sure he doesn't destroy things.]

Quite a few, in fact. But considering your current mood; I'd rather you get in trouble when you've actually thought things through and know the situation better, than destroy thing out of hand while tearing through the place immediately after we've arrived and neither of us know enough.

... And despite certain factors and the trends of your behaviour, I'd rather have you beside me, at my back, than going around here alone.

[And he doesn't meant that in a 'so I can keep an eye on you', but because you're good at (unfortunately, perhaps) what you do, and you're capable in a fight.]

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