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Potential Action in Genessia/ Accidental Voice

[Look, he just wanted to contact another Autobot, okay? Why was this too much to ask? As it's turned out, his attempt to utilize his comm system has instead activated the phone because his hands are too big for the device, so everyone in town gets-]

Can anyone slagging hear me or am I talking to myself?

Optimus, can you read me, preferably sometime today!

[As for Ratchet himself? I don't see any twenty foot tall robots here. Just a perfectly normal parked ambulance outside the bay cave.

Totally, completely normal, nothing weird here!]

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"Close," Tannusen grins, showing those painfully sharp-looking teeth of his again. "It's as close as the lot of you usually get."

Yep, giant talking robot... you're one of the 'you', just like everyone else. Him and Jethro, they're the only ones around who aren't.

Mutual, you're just a very weird squishy non-Cybertronian to him.

All y'all look the same here.

"Would it be too much to ask that this not happen again?"

"Probably," Tannusen swung his dangling legs on either side of Jethro, and shrugged. "For one thing, I sometimes drop the Wyrd on an entire city block. Enchantment for all."

"Allow me to rephrase this-

Do you have to do it again?"

"If I have to defend myself from more than one threat in a region, and you happen to be in range, yes. And, of course, if I have to defend myself from you."

That last bit, of course, is said with what couldn't be any sweeter of a smile.

He doesn't care what you are, buddy.

He'd wreck you.

"And that extends to those I care for, of course."

"I wouldn't-" Ugh no, don't bother. It's a pretty standard reaction from any organic alien life smaller than he is at this point. There's just a disgusted sigh.

"Fine."

"Wouldn't, couldn't, shouldn't, you seemed to want the lawyer-talk; all the variables."

Tannusen just gestures vaguely at the world around them.

"Also, shit happens."

"I can see that."

MUGH.

He doesn't like it here already, his processor hurts, his tanks are low, there's a tiny four inch tall winged organic in a miniskirt dancing way too close to a chevron and he wants to go home.

He is, to his credit, actually not swatting the tiny chimera. Tannusen said they were real enough.

It's not stopping the twitching in his left optic though.

"I have a question regarding things other than..." he gestures vaguely at the world around them-

"This. I'm going to need to refuel, and I don't take fossil fuel. Is there anywhere that I'd be able to find something called energon?"

"I've never heard of it, but that doesn't mean much," Tannusen doesn't live a super high-tech life, after all. Even his motorcycle's... peculiarities, well, that's magic. Dreams. His, and his sister's, in specific.

"You'll want to poke around in Nova City, that's the high-tech place. It's through the arch north of where we started."

Ratchet takes a moment to look around, decidedly not up, making direct eye contact with the miniskirt sporting bug person to his left.

"... I think I have enough fuel to wait a few more hours."

"The fastest way to potentially find out without having to go anywhere weirder just yet, would be to ask the network."

Look at Tannusen, playing guide.

Ugh.

Why.

"Well apparently I already know how to utilize the network."

He hates himself for using that commlink.

Look no one here is happy, Tannusen, least of all Ratchet.

"Seems so. I thought I'd gotten my quota of newbie-helping in for the time, silly me."

So, he hadn't responded.

"But, I was also a little distracted by a random unmarked ambulance sitting in the most central location of the most central city, with no driver or personnel around. Where I'm from, that screams 'bomb'!"

Shit it's almost like he grew up in a criminal family, or something.

And then married a demolitions expert.

"Because sitting at the central location of the most central city as a twenty foot tall red and white mech is much better, I'm sure no one would panic.

Look at all the twenty foot mechs around here."

u mad ratcho

"Well, I've yet to see anyone blow anything up with a twenty foot tall mech, at least in the Autumn World. Cars though, especially ambulances? Cuz people usually don't fuck with them. Perfect for planting shit in. Only thing better would be a hearse."

Ratchet sees an emergency vehicle and thinks, 'humans will leave this alone, this is good'.

Tannusen sees an abandoned medical vehicle and thinks, 'this is what I'd use if I was going to blow up the Bay, because humans will leave it alone, this is... bad? that's bad, right?'

"You don't have to see it in person, I've caught glimpses of human entertainment over their frequencies."

ROBOT this and EXPLOSIONS that.

Also Godzilla.

So much Godzilla.

"I'm talking less entertainment and more terrorism, but I guess they go hand-in-hand sometimes."

TANNUSEN. STOP DELIBERATELY SOUNDING LIKE A MONSTER.

And with such a sweet smile, too.

NO.

The medic just gives Tannusen a long, unimpressed look, drumming his fingers against his knee.

"Right.

I'm not dealing with the law enforcement here for daring to be a twenty foot tall robot on a planet full of five to six foot tall organics.

Apparently that's offensive."

That earned a short, sharp little laugh out of the tiger.

"Ahh yes, the popo."

He'd successfully avoided their radar for seven months until recent incidents, because what biker, carnie, or gay bar owner loved dealing with the police? Not this one, at least.

And that wasn't even touching on the things he did that were actually illegal or actually offensive.

"You're going to have a boring time of it if you just creep around in that other shape, though. Although," Tannusen added, glancing a nearby chimera bouncing its way around the cul-de-sac. "I suppose you prefer that."

"I don't have a single problem with boring, I think my life has been interesting enough up until this point."

Yes, the fucking police, fuck them.

"I suppose I should get in contact with whoever is in charge around here and inform them of my presence so that I don't get guns drawn on me."

"Yes, I can tell. The banality clings to you like a sticky cloud."

A sticky cloud of deadly radiation. Tannusen's staying over here on his dragonpony, thanks.

"You've already had a gun drawn on you?"

No... no need to inform the guy that that circle Tannusen had been drawing had been worse, right?

Shh.

Faeries gonna Faerie.

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