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"My point exactly."

@Raptor Jesus
“What? You’re just a robot! You can be rebuilt and fixed, just like Lopez was after he got destroyed!”

@Crow
 
“What? You’re just a robot! You can be rebuilt and fixed, just like Lopez was after he got destroyed!”

@Crow

"That's not how Cybertronians work, mind you," Starscream responds, "my race is a very thin line between technology and biology. To call us machines would be rather inaccurate. Let me put it this way - you humans have all kinds of organs within you - vital ones like the heart and your kidneys and your lungs or whatever flesh is in there. Should they be removed, they cannot be returned without a transplant. The same can be said for us Cybertronians with our vital, irreplaceable organs. For instance, Lord Megatron once ripped out the voicebox of one of Optimus Prime's pesky Autobot scouts, and no attempts could rebuild it. You can't just wire a simple earth microphone to replace Cybertronian biology, if you are asking, nor does using a radio work.

Simply put, I'm not just a robot.

I am a robotic life form."


@Raptor Jesus
 
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Peter Quill/ Star-Lord

Peter smiled at Gumi. " It was an honor to help out the guys from doing something they would regret. I can get the bolas off of them later. I think that went well. I hope our diplomats should be back soon- but maybe we should rest up for a bit," he said. He walked over and watched Nathan to make sure nobody disturbed his sleep.

@Space_Candy @Yun Lee
 
Saru furrowed a brow again, thinking over what he'd heard. "2017... and forty-thousand years in the future. So this anomaly transcends space and time as we know it, the past and the future colliding... This does not bode well, I can only imagine," he said. Saru blinked in confusion at Gakupo's later words, but after Sheila's response and Gakupo's sudden decision to move on, he decided against inquiring what the newcomer had said, at least for the time being.

As the conversation moved on from there, Saru took pause for another moment, before finally speaking again. "Perhaps we should... take this to the captain's ready room. If you'll follow me," the alien simply said, turning around and leading the four, along with Burnham if she felt inclined to follow, into the aforementioned ready room, located in a door to the side of the bridge.

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The room was relatively serene and peaceful, completely empty except for them. It was a small space, perfectly akin to a private office or cubicle. Walking behind the desk, Saru began opening the shelves, digging through them, multitasking between that and speaking again.

"To answer your question, the Prime Directive is one that is built off the principle of... non-interference. You see, I, along with this ship's whole crew, am one of many Starfleet expeditions set out with the intention of exploring the greater galaxy to seek out and discover new civilizations and strange new worlds, to learn more about the space in which we live. However, with that, we have... regulations put into place; the Prime Directive, the single most important philosophy of such an expedition," Saru explained, eventually drawing what looked like an electronic tablet, "To interfere with the natural development of a civilization in any way, be it exposing them to our technology if it is light years ahead of theirs or even the knowledge that there are other inhabited worlds and so on, would be a grievous transgression. I believe humans often comparing it to their own metaphor... playing God. It is akin to exposing a caveman to a spaceship. They were not destined to witness such a thing, and to display it before him would be to risk altering the process of his race's evolution."

"In a way, that directive can be applied to this scenario. Though it's... not exactly the case with this crew, I am sure that this must be your first experience traveling into another dimension, and to that end, even if it might have been an inadvertent gesture, it is likely that we are the ones responsible for this. In other words, we've ended up interfering in your natural development. The best we can do right now is try our best to escape from this empty space we're in right now, and then from there, figure out how to return you all home as swiftly as possible," he continued, before pausing again. Taking a moment, he walked in front of the desk again and handed the tablet to Sheila. If she were to look into it, she would find that it was a touch-screen tablet, and the screen opened up to some sort of directory.

"These are the extensive Starfleet General Orders and Regulations. Peruse them at your leisure if you wish, but I assure you, we bear no ill will toward you."

"In any case, I'm sure this is... much to take in, and indeed, I apologize, especially in the event that our mycelial drive turned out to be the cause of this displacement," he said, bowing his head briefly in a formal manner.

@Atomic Knight @York @Yun Lee @Josh @Minerva
"Whew."

Thank God. The plan was ruined! Now Gakupo and the others could come back to at least some sort of civility. "Yo! Titus!" Gumi rushed to the space marine, bowing. "Thank you! You and Star-Lord and Viktor and Blitzcrank. You guys are so cool!" She then looked at Elliot, fists on her hips. "No more crazy plans! We need to wait for the others! You REALLY gotta learn some listening skills. Or get earwax out of your ears. You ever get checked for that?"

@CrunchyCHEEZIT @Lucky @Atomic Knight

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"...I see." Gakupo took his time to process the information Saru gave them about the Prime Directive. "I'm sure it's not your fault. It's not as if you brought us here on purpose, after all. I'm sure if any legal problems arise, we can attest to that." He glanced over at the tablet, looking it over. "Fascinating..."

@Ver @Josh @Atomic Knight @York @Minerva
Emily Hayes
@Ver @Yun Lee @Atomic Knight @Minerva @Josh

Emily quietly followed Saru into the Captain's quarters, agreeing that it was probably for the best to take the conversation there if they were to discuss things any further... Though, she seemed to go silent as Saru elaborated on the Prime Directive, as it incited alot of thought about the nature of her stone; it was born of a motherstone, which was more than likely it was alien in nature... Which meant that the Stonekeepers were the result of an outside interference to the natural development of the Alledian civilizations. She wondered if it had been better if whoever, or whatever left the motherstone on Alledia would have been better off if they too had followed the Prime directives Saru and his crew did.

Out of curiousity though, Emily did decide to peruse the tablet Saru handed Sheila as well, eyeing it from over her shoulder, trying to take in as much of it as possible... Even though there were words she couldn't understand, she managed to get the general idea for the most part. Nonetheless, a thought suddenly crossed her mind, as she looked up at Saru again.

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"Wait. With your ship ending up in this... Space... And us arriving here... Could it be some sort of sabotage? It's a little strange for all of... This to be a coincidence." She said suddenly.

Of course, this could very well be a freak coincidence, but... Maybe there was something more, especially considering Elliot's powers being strangely absent here, unlike her stone powers, or... Even those Vader had been using to choke one of the Crewmembers...​
 
"Whew."

Thank God. The plan was ruined! Now Gakupo and the others could come back to at least some sort of civility. "Yo! Titus!" Gumi rushed to the space marine, bowing. "Thank you! You and Star-Lord and Viktor and Blitzcrank. You guys are so cool!" She then looked at Elliot, fists on her hips. "No more crazy plans! We need to wait for the others! You REALLY gotta learn some listening skills. Or get earwax out of your ears. You ever get checked for that?"
"I suppose you three do have my humble gratitude," Starscream looks at Titus, Viktor & Blitzcrank as he gets his body back up standing. For the latter, he looks down, places his hand on the robot's shoulder and continues, "that nutjob definitely needs more supervision than he looks. May you perform well at a job at keeping him out of trouble, be it his or ours."
If Viktor didn't have a mechanized heart, Gumi's comments would have been heartwarming. Still, he slightly enjoyed being called 'cool'. Nobody had ever called him that before. It was quaint.​

"Hm. I was merely putting that imbecile in his place," Viktor replied as he received thanks from Gumi and Starscream. On the other hand, Blitzcrank exclaimed, "I AM ALWAYS HAPPY TO HELP. MAINTAINING OPTIMAL SAFETY LEVELS IS MY PURPOSE."

“What?! If I was your commanding officer, I’d have you shot for insubordination! I graduate at the top of my class in the Red academy, I’ll have you know!”

When Viktor tried to get Sarge to join whatever cult he was advertising, Sarge shook his head. “You mean you wanna make me into a robot?! No, I ain’t no cyborg ninja vampire like you!” Pausing for a moment, Sarge would then turn to look at Grif, and then back to Viktor.

“Now, Grif here on the other hand would love to be a part of your little cult!”

“What?! No I wouldn’t! Quit putting words in my mouth, Sarge!”

As Blitzcrank approached Sarge and made his stance clear, Grif couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. “Heh, looks like you’ve made a new friend, Sarge.”

“Quiet, Grif! Or else I’ll have run you over with the—“ Pausing, Sarge would slowly look up to Grif and then back to Blitzcrank and let out a sigh. As your commanding officer, I would greatly appreciate that you knock it off with the disrespectful comments, Private. Sarge said through grit teeth as his grip tightened on his pistol, clearly quite livid at his new conditions.

Meanwhile, Grif sat and grinned behind his helmet. This was going to be fun.

@CrunchyCHEEZIT @Otto @Crow
Rejected, once again. "Fine, then. You can perish from a heart attack for all I care," he said nonchalantly, not even caring to address Sarge's nonsensical mentioning of irrelevant terms. Blitzcrank, meanwhile, stared blankly at Sarge as he corrected his language. "YOU LEARN QUICKLY. GOOD JOB," he proclaimed with synthetic emotion, giving Sarge a thumbs up.
"That's not how Cybertronians work, mind you," Starscream responds, "my race is a very thin line between technology and biology. To call us machines would be rather inaccurate. Let me put it this way - you humans have all kinds of organs within you - vital ones like the heart and your kidneys and your lungs or whatever flesh is in there. Should they be removed, they cannot be returned without a transplant. The same can be said for us Cybertronians with our vital, irreplaceable organs. For instance, Lord Megatron once ripped out the voicebox of one of Optimus Prime's pesky Autobot scouts, and no attempts could rebuild it. You can't just wire a simple earth microphone to replace Cybertronian biology, if you are asking, nor does using a radio work.

Simply put, I'm not just a robot."


@Raptor Jesus
Viktor was baffled by this information to the point where he was speechless for a few moments. "I had a feeling that something was off about a race of robots with no creator," he muttered. Well, at least this revelation made the strange concept sound a bit more reasonable.​
 
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Vader watched unmoving from the sides as the battle raged on. Why it has started or why it had ended meant very little to him. The ones that came between the two however were just wasting their breath, perhaps with less of them here their captors would allow them more...leniency. Even so no casualties and people patting themselves on the back for stopping it. Ridiculous.​

@Anyone
 
"That's not how Cybertronians work, mind you," Starscream responds, "my race is a very thin line between technology and biology. To call us machines would be rather inaccurate. Let me put it this way - you humans have all kinds of organs within you - vital ones like the heart and your kidneys and your lungs or whatever flesh is in there. Should they be removed, they cannot be returned without a transplant. The same can be said for us Cybertronians with our vital, irreplaceable organs. For instance, Lord Megatron once ripped out the voicebox of one of Optimus Prime's pesky Autobot scouts, and no attempts could rebuild it. You can't just wire a simple earth microphone to replace Cybertronian biology, if you are asking, nor does using a radio work.

Simply put, I'm not just a robot.

I am a robotic life form."


@Raptor Jesus
“So you’re like a robot zombie!” Sarge exclaims, still clearly not understanding what Starscream means.
@Crow


If Viktor didn't have a mechanized heart, Gumi's comments would have been heartwarming. Still, he slightly enjoyed being called 'cool'. Nobody had ever called him that before. It was quaint.​

"Hm. I was merely putting that imbecile in his place," Viktor replied as he received thanks from Gumi and Starscream. On the other hand, Blitzcrank exclaimed, "I AM ALWAYS HAPPY TO HELP. MAINTAINING OPTIMAL SAFETY LEVELS IS MY PURPOSE."

Rejected, once again. "Fine, then. You can perish from a heart attack for all I care," he said nonchalantly, not even caring to address Sarge's nonsensical mentioning of irrelevant terms. Blitzcrank, meanwhile, stared blankly at Sarge as he corrected his language. "YOU LEARN QUICKLY. GOOD JOB," he proclaimed with synthetic emotion, giving Sarge a thumbs up.

Viktor was baffled by this information to the point where he was speechless for a few moments. "I had a feeling that something was off about a race of robots with no creator," he muttered. Well, at least this revelation made the strange concept sound a bit more reasonable.​
“Uhh... yeah, right.” Sarge muttered in response to the robot. Although it didn’t appear to be a hostile robot, Sarge still didn’t want to risk losing any more of his weapons. His pistol and grenades were all he had left.

“So uh, did you make this thing?” Sarge asked Viktor, obviously referring to Blitzcrank. Maybe if he knew how it was made and who made it, he could reprogram it like Lopez! Then they could have two Spanish speaking robots!

@Otto
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Vader watched unmoving from the sides as the battle raged on. Why it has started or why it had ended meant very little to him. The ones that came between the two however were just wasting their breath, perhaps with less of them here their captors would allow them more...leniency. Even so no casualties and people patting themselves on the back for stopping it. Ridiculous.​

@Anyone
As Vader was off to the side brooding all on his lonesome, he was approached by a certain soldier clad in orange armor, who seemed to be holding a pen.

“Hey uh, Darth Vader, sir?” Grif asked awkwardly, knowing that one wrong word could result in a force choking that actually killed him this time.

“So I was thinking that since we have some downtime and we haven’t been sucked out into the endless vacuum of space yet... well... um...”
Grif then proceeded to hand (or more accurately, shove in his face) Vader the pen.

“Could you please autograph my armor sir?”

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Vader watched unmoving from the sides as the battle raged on. Why it has started or why it had ended meant very little to him. The ones that came between the two however were just wasting their breath, perhaps with less of them here their captors would allow them more...leniency. Even so no casualties and people patting themselves on the back for stopping it. Ridiculous.​

@Anyone

"Obviously you look a bit annoyed." Krystal said, looking at Vader. "You aren't the only one. I am too. Many of the people in this room are incompetent... most of them."

@Jeremi
 
"I don't even know what a vampire is," Starscream continues to sigh, "this place is raising my Energon pressure levels with each passing megacycle."

@Raptor Jesus
Sarge would look up at Starscream in silence for a moment before turning away again.

”Post note: Subject has obtained super hearing abilities! Possibly acquired from the vampire people.”

@Crow
 
Everything was just getting too crazy and why out of hand. Chibi-Robo decide to just go to a vacant part of the room and just sit down.

@anyone​
 
Meceliss and Mizelia

The two Jedi woke up with a groan. Laying quite at a distance from the group. As the two get up, they noticed each other. However, it didn't they had time for a conversation. As they looked around, they noticed multiple individuals of unknown origin. Even a man in black armor strong in the Dark Side of the Force. Mizelia felt she had a headache at her lekku, or headtails. The two take a moment to think of their options. Their options would be to exit the hangar and try to leave this group on their own. They didn't seem to be the most friendly type of people. Especially the Sith, assuming that he was indeed a Sith. The other option was to try to talk with the group anyways. But should it turn hostile, they won't have much of a chance. They eventually went with the first idea and walked towards the exit of what seems to be a hangar.
"Mizelia, are you okay?" Meceliss asked Mizelia who was holding her left lek.
"I'm okay, just landed wrong." Mizelia answered which was met by a shudder from Meceliss who understood well that that was painful.
The two walked towards what seems to be the exit. Noticing guards and what seems to be a force field. Yet, they did not recognize their uniforms. There weren't Republic, Imperial, Zakuulan or any other known government in the Galaxy. Not even from some of the more known companies with their own private military. Neither did they recognize their weapons.
"Excuse me. Can I have a moment of time, please?" Mizelia asked one of the guards when they approached the shield. "Can you tell us where we are?"
@Atomic Knight (Anyone else)
 
Meceliss and Mizelia

The two Jedi woke up with a groan. Laying quite at a distance from the group. As the two get up, they noticed each other. However, it didn't they had time for a conversation. As they looked around, they noticed multiple individuals of unknown origin. Even a man in black armor strong in the Dark Side of the Force. Mizelia felt she had a headache at her lekku, or headtails. The two take a moment to think of their options. Their options would be to exit the hangar and try to leave this group on their own. They didn't seem to be the most friendly type of people. Especially the Sith, assuming that he was indeed a Sith. The other option was to try to talk with the group anyways. But should it turn hostile, they won't have much of a chance. They eventually went with the first idea and walked towards the exit of what seems to be a hangar.
"Mizelia, are you okay?" Meceliss asked Mizelia who was holding her left lek.
"I'm okay, just landed wrong." Mizelia answered which was met by a shudder from Meceliss who understood well that that was painful.
The two walked towards what seems to be the exit. Noticing guards and what seems to be a force field. Yet, they did not recognize their uniforms. There weren't Republic, Imperial, Zakuulan or any other known government in the Galaxy. Not even from some of the more known companies with their own private military. Neither did they recognize their weapons.
"Excuse me. Can I have a moment of time, please?" Mizelia asked one of the guards when they approached the shield. "Can you tell us where we are?"
@Atomic Knight (Anyone else)
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“You’re in a spaceship.” Grif piped up from behind the two. “Don’t waste your time talking to those assholes. They’re the ones trapping us in this shithole.”

@Donder172
 
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“You’re in a spaceship.” Grif piped up from behind the two. “Don’t waste your time talking to those assholes. They’re the ones trapping us in this shithole.”

@Donder172
Meceliss looked at the armored person with a raised eyebrow, looking at first taken by surprise before she takes a more neutral expression. "I figured that much, starships are not new to us. Could be useful to get the name of the ship. That might make it a bit easier for where we are. Ah... excuse my manners. My name is Meceliss and with me is Mizelia." Meceliss said, ending with a dip of her head towards the individual. "Why are they holding us here? And who are they?" she then asked.
 
Meceliss looked at the armored person with a raised eyebrow, looking at first taken by surprise before she takes a more neutral expression. "I figured that much, starships are not new to us. Could be useful to get the name of the ship. That might make it a bit easier for where we are. Ah... excuse my manners. My name is Meceliss and with me is Mizelia." Meceliss said, ending with a dip of her head towards the individual. "Why are they holding us here? And who are they?" she then asked.
”I’m Grif.” The soldier replied. “And I think that they think we invaded their ship? I dunno. I haven’t really been paying attention.

As for who they are? Well, I don’t know that either. They’re not exactly the hospitable type.”

@Donder172
 
”I’m Grif.” The soldier replied. “And I think that they think we invaded their ship? I dunno. I haven’t really been paying attention.

As for who they are? Well, I don’t know that either. They’re not exactly the hospitable type.”

@Donder172
"A pleasure meeting you, Grif. Although it would have been preferred under better circumstances." Mizelia said towards Grif. "Hmm... so they may think we're hostiles. Perhaps showing what we really are could help? Or has that been tried already?"
 
"A pleasure meeting you, Grif. Although it would have been preferred under better circumstances." Mizelia said towards Grif. "Hmm... so they may think we're hostiles. Perhaps showing what we really are could help? Or has that been tried already?"

"Actually," Meiji spoke up, turning to face one of the others that just woke up. "We have four from our group speaking with the Captain right now, so all we have to do is wait." she shrugged.

@Raptor Jesus @Donder172

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「I dunno, it seems like we're our own worst enemies.」

"This is true."

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"Perhaps there is a deeper meaning."

Meanwhile, Stardust simply pulled up a crate and sat down.

"With all this in fighting we've been doing on and off we all probably look pretty silly." she idly commented.

@Kaykay @CrunchyCHEEZIT
 
"Actually," Meiji spoke up, turning to face one of the others that just woke up. "We have four from our group speaking with the Captain right now, so all we have to do is wait." she shrugged.
Mizelia turns towards Meiji "Ah... So at least that is underway. I suppose we can wait. Gives me also some time to get rid of that pain in my lek." Mizelia said as she looks around for a moment "Who are those here? And what ship are we on? And who are these people?" she then asked.
 
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