angleofscience | 001

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[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. [He's honestly, briefly, at a loss, before he shakes his helm, optics narrowing.]

Would I really share this supposed 'trap' with you if this was something we made up to trap you? When it was Sunstorm we wanted to contain?

[Another pause as he unobtrusively makes a non-return location ping on a particular, and old, frequency, and tilts his helm at the result.]

You were present, and aware for all that Ratchet did. When was he supposed to have done anything? Considering all that was done was remove a sample to use in the inhibitor.

[Jetfire suddenly gets up, and then the recording ends... only seconds later, Starscream has a knock on his door. Jetfire's uncertain what he'll see. One of the individuals he'd talked to earlier had mentioned larger beings being... in effect... shrunk. Logically this would indicate Starscream too.

Nonetheless, it's exceedingly strange being this... short. Will Starscream still be shorter than him or will they suddenly be the same size?]

[Starscream had actually slammed the journal closed right before he heard the knock. The point was kinda along the same vein as closing a door in someone's face. Except Jetfire had gotten up and left. How dare Jetfire expect him to believe that. And then leave.

But yes. He slides over to the door and opens it with one hand while aiming his arm cannon. And while lowering his arm when he sees who it is doesn't cross his mind, he certainly looks surprised.]

... Jetfire, you shrunk. I am definitely hallucinating.

[Because commenting on how he's suddenly over two-thirds shorter than he ought to be is obviously the most important thing, here. Even if it had Jetfire quite unsettled, too. Dragging a hand down his face, Jetfire crossed his arms.]

Yes, I certainly hadn't noticed. You do know this goes for you too? [There's a slight flick of his wings and then Jetfire gives the still-pointed arm cannon a look before looking back at Starscream... without having to look down. By the Matrix this is disconcerting.]

And if you're hallucinating, I am too, and while that would be preferable, I've already talked to too many who corroborate the... general claims of our new surroundings to believe we're experiencing a mass-hallucination... Considering the technical difficulties it would pose to link organic and Cybertronian minds for such a thing...

[You may want to (try to) stop him, Starscream.]

[Starscream finally lowers his arm and just stares for a few seconds.]

Jetfire, shut up. Your rambling technobabble is giving me a headache.

[Grumbling, he moves back into the room so that Jetfire can come in. Storming out seemed almost like a good idea, but interrogating Jetfire was probably a better one.]

Give me one good reason I should believe that you don't have anything to do with this.

If you say so. [The murmur is soft, and Jetfire appears to have taken no offense to to that, but then, if he did, he could never have had... Thought of Starscream as a friend. The reminder, realization comes back, but Starscream being busy with grumbling and moving aside covered his internal pause well.

And Starscream would still have had trouble with storming out, since Jetfire had been in the way.]

Starscream. Why would I agree to... somehow get two-thirds of my frame removed just to... I don't know, trick you? For what purpose? You do realize that if the Autob--- we, wanted information out of you, constructing some elaborate program around you wouldn't be useful?

[Jetfire sighs and as soon as he's inside, puts himself to the side of the door, in front of it. He's not sure that's going to actually put Starscream at ease, but he can try. The situation is unknown, he needs the Seeker with him, not flailing about on his own and attempting to work against whatever he thinks is in charge.]

[Starscream turns sharply to stare at Jetfire again. It was very strange being able to look at him at "eye level" so to speak.]

Like I said, hallucination! None of this is real, you only look smaller because of what they did.

A book with no sort of electronic components should be able to record sound and video. That isn't possible. None of this can be possible.

[Yeah. He wasn't taking this very well.]

I know it's not possible. I looked my own copy over; there is nothing to indicate how it works in the way it does.

[Jetfire's expression is rather a tight, a narrow frown on his faceplates and he's almost snapping his words before he vents a sigh and shakes his helm. Starscream isn't the only one not taking this too well, but will Starscream even believe that it's honest?]

Have you used that? [Here he gestures at the journal before crossing his arms.] There are other individuals here. Humans, I suppose and then... other beings. And another Cybertronian, but I think the theory regarding alternate realities have been proven with his existence...

[Amazingly, Jetfire catches himself before he derails.]

They're all basically saying the same thing. I'm still not willing to believe the basic premise, but there are surely enough people here you realize neither I, nor the Autobots, have anything to do with this?

[Starscream grumbles again then just sighs.]

Fine. You had nothing to do with this. I still don't like it and I'm going to find a way out of here. You can follow if you want. But I am leaving no matter what.

[With that he moves towards the door. Better stop him Jetfire.]

[There's a faint, annoyed grumble of his engines before Jetfire reaches out as Starscream pass him to get to the door, a hand on his cockpit. Internally, the touch makes Jetfire pause.

It is, frankly, a relief to actually be able to touch the Seeker. He's not sure why, but it (unfortunately) seems more real like this. At least whatever it is doesn't involve him having sensory ghosts and processor-glitches that had him arguing with Starscream.]

What are you even planning to do? I talked briefly with someone who said that the individual in charge can't be reached at all except through the journals, and that's seldom. Are you just going to go out and start shooting?

[Jetfire frowns as he speaks, looking Starscream over and... catches Starscream's tattoo on his wing.

It does seem they all have one, as Bryn had said. What what does that even mean?]<7small>

[Starscream shoves Jetfire's hand away. Just what did he think he was doing?!]

Shooting things generally gets results, so yes I'm going to go just that.

[He puts a hand on Jetfire and shoves him a bit.]

Now get out of my way before I use you as my first target.

[Keeping Starscream from doing something potentially foolish that's what. The shove, despite their more equal size, doesn't really do much; Jetfire still has more mass.]

And what if it doesn't? You... We have no idea of the capabilities of whoever is in charge, and apparently other things are altered than just, say, our size! Like weapons.

[Jetfire frowns and this time grips both of Starscream's upper arms, turning him around and more to hold him in place than really hindering him from aiming his arm cannons at Jetfire.]

I think I'd survive, though, considering you've already done so, besides whatever alteration may have been done. Can you for once not rush into something? I know you can plan, and shouldn't this situation be one, if any, where to use that and not attack the first best target that presents itself?

[There's nothing pleading here, merely stern reasoning; pleading will not get you anywhere with Starscream, and worse, demanding would have the Seeker being contrary. Jetfire's worried, the situation has him on edge, as well as the claims for why they're here, but Starscream is, perhaps amusingly, something to focus on.]

Let me go!

[Grr Jetfire. Starscream struggles a bit then stops with sort of a huff.]

Fine. You want a plan? Let me go so I can find whoever did brought me here so I can blast their slagging face off.

You can go around and play nice if you want, but not me.

[Jetfire just makes sure to hold onto Starscream and keep him as much under control as he can; it's harder than usual, not by a lot, he'll still be able to physically restrain Starscream should the need arise, but he does notice a difference.]

Enough. [Jetfire glares, hoping he can get Starscream to see reason.] Apparently, if you do not follow the rules, you get punished here, and while those punished have been organic so far, I don't think we'd be brought here without a chance to keep us in line!

[He almost feels like pleading. The things Bryn has mentioned... sound more like torture to him, and he doesn't want to see that, or an equivalent thereof, happening to anyone, but particularly not a friend. And yet it sounds as if no one has been able to stop the punishments either.]

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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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