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legionworld2017-11-09 01:01 am
auramatic) wrote in legionworld2017-11-09 01:01 am
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[open] starve the ego, feed the soul
Who| Drift and YOU!
What| Meet the new 20 foot tall shape-changing robot in town. He's pretty friendly.
Where| All around Legion World, Drift's biome, the training gym
Warnings/Notes| n/a
This is all...a lot. The last thing Drift remembers before waking up here was being in his shuttle, far, far away from the ship he'd been exiled from. Voluntarily exiled, because no one else could have taken the fall -- it had to be him. For everyone else's sake. And so he'd been alone, stripped of his Autobrand and adrift in the stars, looking for...something.
And now he's here, and he's wondering if this was what he was looking for. He took the oath almost immediately, because being asked to help save not just a world, but every world? Primus must have sent him here for a reason -- this reason -- why else would he be here? This must be some sort of chance at redemption, right? He doesn't really know if he deserves it, but hey, he's not going to argue against the will of a creator god. He just...has to have faith.
a. wandering around
Drift hasn't been around this many organics in...a while, not since he was last on Earth. It's kind of wild to think he's jumped a thousand years into the future. Humans seem to be doing pretty alright these days. He had forgotten how weird it was to be this much bigger than most people around him, though. At least he's got his swords. All three of them. It is a comfort.
He's milling around Legion World once he's settled in enough, getting his bearings. It's massive here, and there's a lot to see -- and where the space is wide enough, he'll be driving instead of walking. He hasn't had a chance to stretch his t-cog and drive around in his alt mode for a while, but despite the flashy sports car appearance, he is moving at a reasonably polite speed.
b. biome
Drift's biome is a little slice of Cybertron. It might not look very hospitable to organics -- it's cyberformed rather than terraformed, ideal for a race of sentient alien robots, but while the vast plains and jagged hills might look barren and cold to humans, it's basically the heart of nature for Drift. His biome is mostly untamed, open wilderness, though there's a building he's made a home for himself, complete with a designated meditation space in the style of Spectralism (read: very New Age-y). He's happy to greet anyone coming by, but if he's keeping to himself, it's almost definitely because he's meditating. Or trying, anyway.
c. training gym
It has not occurred to Drift that it might not be very polite to practice with swords in the gym considering how much space a 20 foot tall robot takes up, but he has at least placed him as far in a corner away from other fellow gym-goers so as not to get in their way. He could be doing sword kata back in his biome, sure, but he's spent...a lot of time alone in the last few months. Being around other people, even total strangers, is preferable background noise to the deafening silence of solitude.
He is pretty absorbed in his robot kata, though, going through the motions with a sword in each hand, though he'll stop to chat if anyone catches his attention. He has a third sword strapped to his back, apparently not currently in use, and if you are wondering if this guy really needs to be carrying three swords at all times: yes. Yes, he does.
d. wildcard!
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What| Meet the new 20 foot tall shape-changing robot in town. He's pretty friendly.
Where| All around Legion World, Drift's biome, the training gym
Warnings/Notes| n/a
This is all...a lot. The last thing Drift remembers before waking up here was being in his shuttle, far, far away from the ship he'd been exiled from. Voluntarily exiled, because no one else could have taken the fall -- it had to be him. For everyone else's sake. And so he'd been alone, stripped of his Autobrand and adrift in the stars, looking for...something.
And now he's here, and he's wondering if this was what he was looking for. He took the oath almost immediately, because being asked to help save not just a world, but every world? Primus must have sent him here for a reason -- this reason -- why else would he be here? This must be some sort of chance at redemption, right? He doesn't really know if he deserves it, but hey, he's not going to argue against the will of a creator god. He just...has to have faith.
a. wandering around
Drift hasn't been around this many organics in...a while, not since he was last on Earth. It's kind of wild to think he's jumped a thousand years into the future. Humans seem to be doing pretty alright these days. He had forgotten how weird it was to be this much bigger than most people around him, though. At least he's got his swords. All three of them. It is a comfort.
He's milling around Legion World once he's settled in enough, getting his bearings. It's massive here, and there's a lot to see -- and where the space is wide enough, he'll be driving instead of walking. He hasn't had a chance to stretch his t-cog and drive around in his alt mode for a while, but despite the flashy sports car appearance, he is moving at a reasonably polite speed.
b. biome
Drift's biome is a little slice of Cybertron. It might not look very hospitable to organics -- it's cyberformed rather than terraformed, ideal for a race of sentient alien robots, but while the vast plains and jagged hills might look barren and cold to humans, it's basically the heart of nature for Drift. His biome is mostly untamed, open wilderness, though there's a building he's made a home for himself, complete with a designated meditation space in the style of Spectralism (read: very New Age-y). He's happy to greet anyone coming by, but if he's keeping to himself, it's almost definitely because he's meditating. Or trying, anyway.
c. training gym
It has not occurred to Drift that it might not be very polite to practice with swords in the gym considering how much space a 20 foot tall robot takes up, but he has at least placed him as far in a corner away from other fellow gym-goers so as not to get in their way. He could be doing sword kata back in his biome, sure, but he's spent...a lot of time alone in the last few months. Being around other people, even total strangers, is preferable background noise to the deafening silence of solitude.
He is pretty absorbed in his robot kata, though, going through the motions with a sword in each hand, though he'll stop to chat if anyone catches his attention. He has a third sword strapped to his back, apparently not currently in use, and if you are wondering if this guy really needs to be carrying three swords at all times: yes. Yes, he does.
d. wildcard!
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Rico approaches, scribbling something off on a slip of paper as he does so. He hammers at the window to get its attention, slapping the paper onto it and swiping his hand over the adhesive.
"AI! Return to your primary residence at once," he barks, somewhat indifferent to his duty. "And inform your spugwit owner that they've received a traffic citation."
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He comes to a quick halt when Rico approaches, although admittedly, he's a little annoyed at the banging on his window. It doesn't hurt, but Drift feels like it's an unnecessary application of force for a...God, for a traffic citation.
With a little sigh of air through his vents, Drift transforms back to root mode, landing in a crouch next to Rico. He plucks off the traffic citation, stuck on one of the doors attached to his shoulders, and peers at the very tiny piece of paper with a slight frown.
"Not an AI, and -- what did I do, exactly?"
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"And you'd better hope that vanity old-fashioned roadster shell of yours doesn't emit any of the four hundred and fifty five banned pollutants in the UP. That a good enough explanation for you, droid, or should I break it down into smaller words?"
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"There's no need to be hostile," he says, irritatingly calm, and holds up an empty hand. "I didn't think driving in my alternate mode would be any more of an obstruction than walking, and I wasn't aware this was a walking zone, but note taken. I'll stick to driving in my biome from now one." The robot racism force is strong here, but then again, Cybertonians aren't exactly popular in his world, either. Maybe he ought to start using his holoform avatar instead. "No one's explained any emissions regulations to me, but I run on energon, and no one mentioned that it might be a problem when I was sworn in."
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The revelation that Drift is a fellow legionnaire gets him a considering head-tilt, and then, slowly, a smile that's a little too much teeth. That certainly explains some things. Rico may not be required to do as much as he did before, but there were some things he'd just be shooting himself in the foot not to do. Like keeping tabs on the Legionnaire personnel files.
"And so how are you finding things on our lovely little Legion World?" Rico asks, suddenly graciously.
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He offers a smile in return with way fewer teeth -- okay, even he knows that expression's a little off for a human -- and extends a very large robot hand.
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Harmonious? Vibe? Is this droid some kind of hippy? And does Rico look like the kind of person who shakes hands with anyone? He only ever shakes hands when he offers it first, or to prove he has the stronger grip. Always a laugh. But he can't exactly do that with a big drokking metal hand, can he?
Hmph. He probably did it to make him look foolish. Now how is Rico going to shake that stupidly oversized hand without looking like an idiot?
Simple.
He just leaves Drift hanging for an awkward enough length of time. Provided of course, this was the kind of droid who would even feel embarrassment.
...
"Judge Dredd." Rico says, examining the proffered hand studiously. "But my code name is listed as Arbitrator. Use the former, if you will."
And only then does he shake it.
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The awkward silence drags on, and Drift considers using the modal energies of his aura to enhancing the warm, comforting timbre of his voice. That might even things out a little, quell the weird tension in the air between them. He gives Rico a bright smile once he finally speaks and very carefully shakes his hand.
"Honored to meet you, Judge Dredd." His voice is irritatingly cheerful, apparently set on injecting some positivity into this conversation. "I guess we'll be working together in the future."
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"Likewise. Suppose there could always be some use for a big guy like you." Rico raps his knuckles against Drift's knee in what's supposed to be an appropriately friendly manner, but the effect is slightly ruined by him eyeing up the lines of Drift's construction in a vaguely detached, clinical fashion that doesn't even try to disguise his evaluation.
"You some kind of war droid?"
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"No," he says with a slight frown despite his attempts at remaining positive, "I'm a person. From the planet Cybertron."
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But eventually Rico straightens up and clears his throat with a grin, seeming to give the impression of winking knowingly despite the upper half of his face being completely obscured under his helm visor.
"Right. And I'm President Booth." He swipes the back of his hand over his smile, murmuring person again under his breath. "That's a good one. Didn't know they programmed you with a sense of humor."
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"No one programmed me," he says, more pointedly this time, "or created me, for that matter. I'm a robotic life form -- not all that different from you organics, you know. I think and feel and believe just like you do."
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Rico was engineered by human hands in the same way he presumes Drift to have been, after all. Zenyatta's best efforts has made him see a slightly new perspective in regards to robots, but more of a misguided shift along the wrong tracks. In his timeline, Mega-City One is still two decades away from the first Robot Wars, and even further from awarding rights to them. Construction droids, robo-butlers and war droids are just about the sum of his entire experience.
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He stares down at the citations he'd plucked from his windows and then looks back at Rico. "So...who do I see about these, then?"