Mining Quadrent 84S

Oh I can type here... Hello. Apparently most ah "other" Cybertrons are...further along? Than where I'm from, if that makes sense. I've been mining underground ever since I was sparked. I want to learn as much as I can about what else is out there, and make something of myself one day. ((Pre-war Transformers Prime Megatron blog))

[the-scrappy-stinger]

::Bumblebee, humans have layers!::

!!!!

Wh-what kind of layers there, buddy?

[miningunitd16]

::I was watching some that came by, and one of them took off a layer of itself and walked around with its coating around its waist! Do they grow out of their layers?::

[the-scrappy-stinger]

(PHEW!)

YES! Yes they do, actually! But they don’t grow their own layers, they have to constantly find new ones. Like hermit scraplets, but without the eating the bits that are inside. 

[miningunitd16]

::Oh! Where do they find- Um. Bumblebee, I have to admit something. I panicked when those humans came by and... I transformed. They found me, but I didn’t say anything. Do I need to wash myself if they touched my plating?::

[the-scrappy-stinger]

::Bumblebee, humans have layers!::

!!!!

Wh-what kind of layers there, buddy?

[miningunitd16]

::I was watching some that came by, and one of them took off a layer of itself and walked around with its coating around its waist! Do they grow out of their layers?::

[miningunitd16]

((A collection of art I’ve been stocking up! Still trying to solidify my design for D-16 so he might be a little inconsistent, but I think the 3rd picture is the closest so far. Big little miner. Lots of smiles. And a friend! @the-scrappy-stinger))

[the-scrappy-stinger]

::Everything's changed color! All of the "snow" went away.::

:: That’s the color Earth is underneath! Welcome to SPRING, Big Dee! I’m coming over with more energon and some lights! ::

[miningunitd16]

the-scrappy-stinger‌:

miningunitd16‌:

He chuckles at the image Bee creates, clomping around in his footprint. The color of the fuel doesn’t seem to faze him as he happily drinks a cube down, before starting at a collection of moths fluttering near his face.

“Ah! What… Help!”

Chill! Relax, they’re native! They’re just moths and they can barely even think, they just like bright light! Hold the cube away from your face and dim your optics, and they won’t fly into you as much!

(It’s a huge collection of moths, too, ranging from little white flecks in the night sky to big shapely ones, and one surprise visitor: a bright green luna moth that glows in the moonlight.)

The tiny ones move too fast for him to really focus on, but he listens and dims his optics, following the larger ones. The luna moth is large enough for him to see its details, and he watches in awe as it flutters and lands on the side of his energon cube.

“Moths... There are so many animals here, and all so small! I can’t imagine a six-leg tromping through the forest here.”

[the-scrappy-stinger]

::Everything's changed color! All of the "snow" went away.::

:: That’s the color Earth is underneath! Welcome to SPRING, Big Dee! I’m coming over with more energon and some lights! ::

[miningunitd16]

::Spring? Why’s it named after coils, nothing’s metal here… Wait. More energon? I’m at half capacity and I can have more already?::

[the-scrappy-stinger]

:: Yeah, I HATE running at low capacity nowadays. It makes my tanks hurt! And you’ll get that way, too! It’s called ‘being spoiled’. ::

(Bee bridges through with some creature comforts, like energon cubes and a lantern Dee can magnetically attach to him for extra light. He mindlessly stomps through the giant footprint Dee’s left behind, and the energon cube glows pink in the dark of night. Bugs are already starting to swarm around them.) 

Eat up, Dee!

[miningunitd16]

He chuckles at the image Bee creates, clomping around in his footprint. The color of the fuel doesn’t seem to faze him as he happily drinks a cube down, before starting at a collection of moths fluttering near his face.

“Ah! What... Help!”

[the-scrappy-stinger]

::Everything's changed color! All of the "snow" went away.::

:: That’s the color Earth is underneath! Welcome to SPRING, Big Dee! I’m coming over with more energon and some lights! ::

[miningunitd16]

::Spring? Why’s it named after coils, nothing’s metal here... Wait. More energon? I’m at half capacity and I can have more already?::

[miningunitd16]

What is a Pokemon?

[patternedwings]

miningunitd16‌:

patternedwings‌:

It’s not everyday Redstrike gets a strange and unknown frequency pinging on his comm, and not once could he recall such pings being a distress call. There was a first for everything though, and - as he was slowly learning - the multiverse had a way of making firsts happen.

He’s not as urgent as one should probably be toward the presented situation though, skeptical about the call and the other mech making it. They sound far too much like Megatron, and he wasn’t the type to sound so… helpless.

/:This is Master Sergeant Redstrike, picking up on your signal. Can you hear me, D-16?:\

Master Ser- Sir! Um, yes Sir, I can hear you. What’s your position? Maybe I can dig towards you. Unless- would it be easier for you to find me if I didn’t move? I’ve scanned the rock around me, it’s stable enough to stay up through a drilling from either end.

[[Location details sent.]]

Nowhere near Tarn. He snorts, studying the coordinates for a moment, before answering with a slightly more neutral: /:I’m offworld, unfortunately. But I should be able to reach your location in no time.

/:Can you hold your position for a few kliks?:\

[miningunitd16]

...Alright... I’m not moving, but I’m not sure how you’re supposed to reach me if you’re not even on Cybertron.

[[Signal holding, stationary.]]

Sorry if my tone’s inappropriate, sir.

[the-scrappy-stinger]

[[Bumblebee they are things out here! Organic things that can... talk? I can understand them! Are they safe?]]

:: Wait you can underst- what? Wha- oh boy. ::

:: Are they shaped kinda like you, just really really small? ::

[miningunitd16]

the-scrappy-stinger‌:

miningunitd16‌:

The third cube was empty and his fuel tank was reading 100%. He was full and the excess energy was seeping into every circuit of his frame and willing him not to work, but to rest, to let his self-repair systems run. Shaking his helm, D-16 did his best not to appear drowsy.

“Your place? You would let- Bumblebee, yes! Please!” His wide grin and open field beamed out excitement and elation. “Do we have to uh… ‘fall’ again? Or is it close enough to drive?”

(Bee chuckles.) I’ll bridge you this time. Come on, you look like you’re gonna shut down on your feet. (He holds out his hand for Meg- for D-16 and pulls him through a bridge back to his house.) 

(Specifically, his front yard.)

(So D-16 can see the giant live oak growing through his home and stretching its long branches up into the night sky.) 

The “bridge” isn’t like any bridge he’s ever seen, and he jumps when it suddenly appears. But Bee was expecting it, and holding the minibot’s hand D-16 trusts him to lead them safely through. On the other side is a building, and growing up through the middle of it… 

He covers his mouth with his free servo, optics wide in awe. The massive tree is nearly three times the size of the ones he’d just hidden behind, its branches seeming to brush up against the stars. He has to crane his neck just to see the top.

“Bumblebee… Look at it…”

[the-scrappy-stinger]

And inside, you can touch it. And walk inside it, too, ‘cause there’s stairs. 

(And he still feels a pang of guilt when he finally puts a roof over D-16′s head again. Rather than give him the bed, Bee pats the ground that’s still covered in blankets and mats over in the corner of the living room. D-16′s feet will stick out over the sides, probably, but they’ll work on that later.) 

I’ll put on some Earth lessons. Planet Earth should do for a couple hours. 

(more like 20 minutes as he falls asleep next to the big bot…) 

[miningunitd16]

D-16 is too enthusiastic about the prospect of touching the tree inside to think much about the concept of being inside again. In fact, once stepping inside his sensors were allowed to recalibrate to closer quarters, the familiarity further relaxing him. 

He walks up to the trunk and lays his hand reverently on the bark, gazing up into the canopy. Closing his optics, the miner touches his helm to the trunk, dialing up the power to his audial fins. A soft light glows beneath his helmet for a moment. “It really is alive...”

Eventually, D-16 allows himself to be coaxed from the mighty tree, settling down on the mound of soft laid out for him. He gets comfortable, resting his helm so that he can still see the screen, with the quiet accented voice showing him the incredible variety of life that this planet has to offer. So much of it is so small and colorful!

When Bumblebee cuddles up against him, D-16 lays his arm to rest around his other side and falls into recharge mere minutes later, soothed by the feeling of another’s tired systems rumbling against his own.

[the-scrappy-stinger]

[[Bumblebee they are things out here! Organic things that can... talk? I can understand them! Are they safe?]]

:: Wait you can underst- what? Wha- oh boy. ::

:: Are they shaped kinda like you, just really really small? ::

[miningunitd16]

the-scrappy-stinger‌:

miningunitd16‌:

The third cube was empty and his fuel tank was reading 100%. He was full and the excess energy was seeping into every circuit of his frame and willing him not to work, but to rest, to let his self-repair systems run. Shaking his helm, D-16 did his best not to appear drowsy.

“Your place? You would let- Bumblebee, yes! Please!” His wide grin and open field beamed out excitement and elation. “Do we have to uh… ‘fall’ again? Or is it close enough to drive?”

(Bee chuckles.) I’ll bridge you this time. Come on, you look like you’re gonna shut down on your feet. (He holds out his hand for Meg- for D-16 and pulls him through a bridge back to his house.) 

(Specifically, his front yard.)

(So D-16 can see the giant live oak growing through his home and stretching its long branches up into the night sky.) 

The “bridge” isn’t like any bridge he’s ever seen, and he jumps when it suddenly appears. But Bee was expecting it, and holding the minibot’s hand D-16 trusts him to lead them safely through. On the other side is a building, and growing up through the middle of it... 

He covers his mouth with his free servo, optics wide in awe. The massive tree is nearly three times the size of the ones he’d just hidden behind, its branches seeming to brush up against the stars. He has to crane his neck just to see the top.

“Bumblebee... Look at it...”

[the-scrappy-stinger]

[[Bumblebee they are things out here! Organic things that can... talk? I can understand them! Are they safe?]]

:: Wait you can underst- what? Wha- oh boy. ::

:: Are they shaped kinda like you, just really really small? ::

[miningunitd16]

the-scrappy-stinger‌:

miningunitd16‌: 

“Big…” D-16 downed one of the cubes in just a few gulps, marveling at the second when he offered it to Bee and he insisted that it too was for him. This one he savored, settling down beside the minibot.

“It’s too amazing for words. There’s wind here like I’ve never felt, crisp and clear. Oh! When I woke up, these little things all flew away in a cloud, like scraplets! I almost jumped out of my plating- but they were scared of me, and only came back when stood very still. One even landed on me! It said its name was Awk, but I think that’s just all it could say. That was its answer to every question.”

With permission, he started on a third cube, feeling light-headed as his fuel levels went past 85%. He’d be able to run off of this for a week!

“There’s so much of everything here… Are you gonna stay tonight?” He tried not to sound hopeful, but with everything here so alien it was fascinating and beautiful, but a little lonely too.

I should NOT, because tomorrow and the day after are my days off! What you should do instead is come and stay with me at my place! I can maybe set you up on the roof if you wanna sleep under the stars again!

(He holds off, very carefully, on an important bit of information about his house. That’ll be the surprise.) 

The third cube was empty and his fuel tank was reading 100%. He was full and the excess energy was seeping into every circuit of his frame and willing him not to work, but to rest, to let his self-repair systems run. Shaking his helm, D-16 did his best not to appear drowsy.

“Your place? You would let- Bumblebee, yes! Please!” His wide grin and open field beamed out excitement and elation. “Do we have to uh... ‘fall’ again? Or is it close enough to drive?”

[the-scrappy-stinger]

[[Bumblebee they are things out here! Organic things that can... talk? I can understand them! Are they safe?]]

:: Wait you can underst- what? Wha- oh boy. ::

:: Are they shaped kinda like you, just really really small? ::

[miningunitd16]

the-scrappy-stinger‌:

miningunitd16‌:

the-scrappy-stinger‌:

YEah they are- DEE! Those are the humans! They’re native! They weren’t saying anything mean about you, were they?

And get out here and take these cubes, my arms are tired!

“Oh!” He comes out from behind the trees and easily takes the cubes, caught between staring hungrily at them and asking more questions.

“Humans? No, I… One of them exclaimed something when it saw me and I think another called me huge and they started asking each other questions, like if they thought I was a… I don’t know that word, Decepticon. They started running towards me, so I hid.”

“Who are all of these for? You have rations here for three!”

Frag I can’t believe they even still remember the Decepticons…

We have big rations here! Eat up! 

(Bee sits right the hell down in the snow, already ready to power down. He’s tired from work this morning, too busy of a day to get away to check on D-16 and too watched to duck away when work was over.) I’m working on getting you something more permanent to stay in… how you liking the trees, though? You sleeping okay under the stars? 

“Big...” D-16 downed one of the cubes in just a few gulps, marveling at the second when he offered it to Bee and he insisted that it too was for him. This one he savored, settling down beside the minibot.

“It’s too amazing for words. There’s wind here like I’ve never felt, crisp and clear. Oh! When I woke up, these little things all flew away in a cloud, like scraplets! I almost jumped out of my plating- but they were scared of me, and only came back when stood very still. One even landed on me! It said its name was Awk, but I think that’s just all it could say. That was its answer to every question.”

With permission, he started on a third cube, feeling light-headed as his fuel levels went past 85%. He’d be able to run off of this for a week!

“There’s so much of everything here... Are you gonna stay tonight?” He tried not to sound hopeful, but with everything here so alien it was fascinating and beautiful, but a little lonely too.

[the-scrappy-stinger]

[[Bumblebee they are things out here! Organic things that can... talk? I can understand them! Are they safe?]]

:: Wait you can underst- what? Wha- oh boy. ::

:: Are they shaped kinda like you, just really really small? ::

[miningunitd16]

[[YES they’re so small, even smaller than you! Should I be running? I think they found my footprints…]]

[the-scrappy-stinger]

:: With the- fockin- ::

(Bee bridges over to where he left D-16, an stack of energon cubes in his arms.) Dee?? I brought you something! 

(But he doesn’t see him, not right away. It’s dark again, so the park should be on lockdown for the night. Bee does indeed see D-16′s big square footprints in the snow, and he starts to follow them.) 

[miningunitd16]

From a little ways down the set of footprints, a group of teens are gathered around and taking photos of a particularly deep one. Hearing Bumblebee, they scatter, bouncing flashlight indicating where they’re running off to.

Dee is curled up behind a gathering of dense pines, his dark legs blending in with their trunks. He peeks through the branches, staying still.

“Are they gone?”

[the-scrappy-stinger]

YEah they are- DEE! Those are the humans! They’re native! They weren’t saying anything mean about you, were they?

And get out here and take these cubes, my arms are tired!

[miningunitd16]

“Oh!” He comes out from behind the trees and easily takes the cubes, caught between staring hungrily at them and asking more questions.

“Humans? No, I... One of them exclaimed something when it saw me and I think another called me huge and they started asking each other questions, like if they thought I was a... I don’t know that word, Decepticon. They started running towards me, so I hid.”

“Who are all of these for? You have rations here for three!”

[the-scrappy-stinger]

[[Bumblebee they are things out here! Organic things that can... talk? I can understand them! Are they safe?]]

:: Wait you can underst- what? Wha- oh boy. ::

:: Are they shaped kinda like you, just really really small? ::

[miningunitd16]

[[YES they’re so small, even smaller than you! Should I be running? I think they found my footprints…]]

[the-scrappy-stinger]

:: With the- fockin- ::

(Bee bridges over to where he left D-16, an stack of energon cubes in his arms.) Dee?? I brought you something! 

(But he doesn’t see him, not right away. It’s dark again, so the park should be on lockdown for the night. Bee does indeed see D-16′s big square footprints in the snow, and he starts to follow them.) 

[miningunitd16]

From a little ways down the set of footprints, a group of teens are gathered around and taking photos of a particularly deep one. Hearing Bumblebee, they scatter, bouncing flashlight indicating where they’re running off to.

Dee is curled up behind a gathering of dense pines, his dark legs blending in with their trunks. He peeks through the branches, staying still.

“Are they gone?”

[the-scrappy-stinger]

[[Bumblebee they are things out here! Organic things that can... talk? I can understand them! Are they safe?]]

:: Wait you can underst- what? Wha- oh boy. ::

:: Are they shaped kinda like you, just really really small? ::

[miningunitd16]

[[YES they’re so small, even smaller than you! Should I be running? I think they found my footprints...]]

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