kismet_loop | [accidental video]

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[accidental video]

[It's been a few days since the end of the explosions that have been following him and others throughout the place. Jetstorm wasn't alone during that time, not entirely, but now that it's over, he's getting time to think about what all has happened. Who he was left with, the world he finds himself in now, the idea that they could all find themselves under attack again at any time, for any or no reason at all.]

I am a warrior.

[Where he is now isn't clear, but by the absence of sound in the room but for what Jetstorm himself makes, it's clear he's alone. If his feet could wear a path in the ground walking the same circle over and over, they would. There is no indication for how long he has been walking like this, one end of his nunchucks in each hand as if he thought he might need it. He seems fretful as he argues with himself, and completely oblivious to the little drone close by, silently recording everything.]

I am strong. I am swift.

[His hands lower and he doesn't seem to notice it or care. One hand lets go of a grip to reach up and rub down his face. A few paces later, his other hand goes a little too slack and his weapon goes down to the ground with a clatter. The Minicon looks down at it in horror with a cry.]

Ah! No!

[In a rush, he darts down to retrieve his nunchucks and clutches them in front of him again, grip renewed. One hand pulls into his subspace to retrieve the only other item he has ever carried on his person: a cleaning cloth. With a whimper, he steps over to sit down on a small stool that may or may not have been for a bot his size, or perhaps for a human, and begins to methodically wipe down his weapon from one end to the other, always in small, counter clockwise circles.]

Most humble apologies, Master Drift.

[But his fingers are trembling. He misses spots, only to go back and work over them again.]

I am strong... I am...

[Finally, he gives in and hugs his knees to himself, pinning his nunchucks against him, and shivers.]

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[Sam's thinking something over as they head in, though she hurries the last two or three steps for enough of a lead to hold the door for Jetstorm, as is polite.]

I know Breakdown likes Earth movies well enough. Horror shows, he says, are more Knock Out's jam... so maybe we could find him a few from some other genre? Maybe drama, probly not suspense.

[He could... Okay. He'll let her hold the door for him.]

Thank you. Do you know many movies? I am afraid I have not seen any myself.

Decent number? I'm not a huge movie buff, but I like a show to unwind with, and oh, man.

[She lets the door swing shut, shaking her head.]

We're gonna have to remedy that, just for fun.

[He'll admit, he's not clear on a few of the terms she's using just now, but he'll just go with it.]

How should we do this?

Ideally, have you come over to visit and watch a movie with my roommate and myself? Since you can actually come into our apartment. That's a nice change.

[There's not really much thought to be put into that at all.]

I would be glad to do this. While I was on Earth, I was only able to observe one of their entertainment methods, but it was not a movie. It was a battle simulation.

[So many of Sam's friends can't come over because they can't come inside; exceptions are awesome, and she can't stay keep from smiling.]

I'm glad you'd be glad! We haven't got too many movies yet, but now that it's easier to go through what the Warehouse has to offer... and oh?

[She tilts her head, intrigued.]

Where were you that had a battle simulation? Was it one of those booth things, or...?

[He knows what that's like, in a way. But where he's from, it's more likely that he'd find himself too small to use many of the things his allies can.]

It was not in a booth. Lieutenant Bumblebee's team had the command console of the prison ship, the Alchemor, situated at their base. They found battle simulations within it that the small human, Commander Russell, allowed my partner and I to use to train. But, it seemed strange. It was not traditional.

Okay, this is sounding more and more like a story I need to hear the whole of.

[She can't help smiling as she says so, because hey---that's gotta be a good story.]

I'll let you elaborate before I'm on you with questions, though.

[Well, he'd had to tell a story at the time. Why not tell the story of him telling a story?]

I would not mind telling you. What do you wish to know?

Oh, geez. [She lets out a little chuffing noise, amused.] What was happening with this prison ship? Wat group was this Commander Russell tied to? And what sort of battle simulation was this, to be weird and not traditional?

[That's all?]

The prison ship crash landed on Earth, and Commander Russell was one of the two humans helping Lieutenant Bumblebee to assist in recapturing the prisoners on board after they escaped.

[He has to pause at that. He'll miss that child and he's all too aware of it now.]

But the simulator he showed us, it was not field exercise. We were not even permitted to use weaponry. It seemed more of a test of the mind without meditation. There were... controls, he called them. Buttons on a keyboard. Nothing more. And very simplistic.

[That's a start. Sam has questions most of the time, but she's not in any real rush.]

One of just two? Were they attached to some country's Special Forces, or...? And, and, hold up. Did this simulation have a title...? Cause it's starting to sound suspiciously like a video game.

Yes. We were not to be seen by humans, but I assume Commander Russell and Denny Clay discovered the team anyway. We have not been to Earth in so long, the humans who may have seen us there before should no longer be alive. I understand humans have... [He stops himself and peers back at her, hesitant to go on suddenly.]

[Here, have an embarrassed burst of static.]

They did not seem part of a security force. They had only the Alchemor and the Lieutenant's team. [blink] Video game?... I do not recall a title.

Comparatively really, really short life spans? [It's offered with a wry little smile, which loses a little of its wry-ness at that static sound. That? That was kinda cute.] Yeah, I know; it sucks. Been over this with Breakdown, still not quite over how old you guys get. D'you mind if I ask how old you are?

Huh. I ask mostly cause I had to wonder at hearing 'commander.'

[She nods.]

Okay, so most video games are simulations---fighting, or racing, or piloting, or even photo-safariing---where you've got controls with just a few buttons, as they are more for fun than any actual training.

[He won't say it, but yeah, that's what he would have said. It makes him a little sad, because here he liked the child and he'll have barely met him before he's gone again, either from Drift's callings or something else.]

[He ducks his head and steps over to pretend to look at a statue or something. LOOK HOW NEAT.]

Young, you could say. Some two hundred Earth years, I believe is the translation. I could be wrong. [Odds are, he is wrong. But he'll look back at her at mention of what video games are.]

Maybe that was what he showed us. Commander Russel asked us if we wanted to "play." To play is how one has fun, but I could not see it. Then he showed us a keyboard to control the simulation. It sounds like what you describe. Perhaps it was a video game.

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[An amused noise escapes Sam at that, though it's more at the relativity of ages than anything.]

It's actually really nice to be meeting a Cybertronian someone with an age that actually fits my sense of---of chronological scale, instead of passing that plateau of 'absurdly old.' That said, I'm young, too.

[She nods again.]

We---that is, Hiro and I---got a racing game, among a couple of others. Whenever you come over for a movie, we'd both be happy to show you. If you're interested.

[Well, that's something. It's not every day he gets to meet someone around his own age either, not even on Cybertron. That's not always a bad thing though.]

I can sympathize. A human is closer in age to me in Earth years lived than most I knew from Cybertron, but it is harder to tell. We do not grow as you do. When we wake, we are all that we will ever naturally be.

[But games? Racing games? Things where he can actually move?] What are they like?

Man, I can imagine---it's not always easy for humans to guess humans' ages. You guys... yeah. I give up on guessing and just ask. And if you would've wondered? I'm twenty-two.

[Old enough to tease the teenagers, but---as she's said---young, yet.]

Well, you have a little cart to steer through a variety of set tracks, some of which have hazards to avoid, or 'secret' short-cuts to uncover. The other carts are controlled by other players and the game program, and don't just try to crowd you out of the running---they can attack you, or set traps, if they get the right power-up item. They're sometimes frustrating, but fun.

[Twenty? JUST twenty? Even with a two behind it? Wow. Forgive him the look on his face. He's not used to things that grow so fast for organics.]

Oh. [And explanation of games time! He's rather fascinated by it. Very fascinated by it, actually.] It sounds like training to use an alternate form, if such a thing were needed. Almost.

[That looks gets a crooked little smile and a shrug---Jetstorm isn't the first Cybertronian she's floored by admitting her age. That smile widens at the minicon's obvious interest, though.]

It kinda could be, especially in some other games where the point-of-view's first-person.

[bleenk]

I would like to see this. [Because that sounds like the closest he'll ever come to having a true alt mode of his own. So jelly.]

Anytime. I should get Hiro to cobble together a third controller so we can all play together.

How does the controller work? Is it like the keyboard from Earth? [Because that was a little basic. He's hopeful that there might be a sort of virtual reality to this.]

It's smaller and simpler than an actual keyboard, but sorta similar. Several buttons, joystick, control pad. Jury-rigged, but Hiro's handiwork is top-notch.

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