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[peridont]

[peridot sighs in a rather weary and obnoxious way. she must be stuck between warps, maybe? well, this is better than just floating around in some random space sector. just about.

not really.]

And what would you be?

[somehow, she's looking at magnus down her nose. he's clearly more than just a run of the mill ai and isn't gem tech. peridot's already mentally dismantling him.

[onlytwoexpressions]

[Magnus drops to one knee with a heavy crash, just to accentuate his following statement.]

I asked you first...'Miss...?'

[peridont]

[peridot takes a few more steps back, just to get out the way. she can't help but feel if this guy was gonna attack to really damage her he'd do it without all this 'who are you' bullshit. if he was worth her time, he'd damn well already know it.

just throwing his weight around. typical of primitive races. smdh. well, she doesn't have any backup and isn't the best fighter - mouthing off isn't the best option here.]

Peridot.

[magnus is getting re-purposed into a toilet, peridot has decided. gems don't even need toilets nor does she know what one even is, but it's happening.]

[onlytwoexpressions]

[Magnus enters in her name, then lists 'Gem' as her race.]

I am called Ultra Magnus. I'm a Cybertronian.

[He pauses to allow her time to complete her dossier.]

It is nice to meet you.

[peridont]

[and she does so YAY TEAM WORK]

What's your purpose here? Now that we have the obligatory pleasantries out the way.

[her voice is slightly less icy than before, peridot can't help but appreciate someone who actually works with what she wants.]

[onlytwoexpressions]

I have taken it upon myself to protect the citizens of Nautilus, Miss Peridot.

Which, by the way, I welcome you to.

[peridont]

Pitiful.

[says the WEAKEST GEM NERD EVER]

You assistance, while completely unnecessary, is somewhat appreciated. I'll make sure to add a favourable footnote for your captors.

[she then reforms her touchpad and looks away from him. good robot slave, now go away.]

[onlytwoexpressions]

'Captors' eh?

Care to elaborate on your invasion force, then?

Since you're rather sure of yourself, that is.

[peridont]

[aaand we're back to exasperation.]

Excuse me?

[onlytwoexpressions]

Allow me to rephrase:

I'm taking that 'captors' comment as a threat and potential act of aggression.

So, unless your datapad has a 'call for immediate reinforcements' function, I suggest you stand down.

[peridont]

It was merely a comment based on our current situation. Unless you're here by choice, of course.

I suggest you take your own suggestion and lay off the flimsy excuse to exert your power over one unable to fight such a large... presence on equal grounds.

[onlytwoexpressions]

I could just as easily level the playing field, rest assured.

Now, care to elaborate on your 'captors' comment?

[peridont]

The buildings don't match your aesthetic. Neither of us are natives here.

I can only assume that you were either built by the denizens of this world for a specific purpose greeting people is wasted on you or found yourself in the same situation as me.

I have no business, purpose, nor desire to stay here. Do you? Or have you adapted through the inability to leave?

[onlytwoexpressions]

Right on all accounts, actually.

A brilliant assessment.

My apologies for misreading your intent, Miss Peridot.

[peridont]

This situation isn't as complex as it first appeared. Nothing ever is.

[except camping noobs in call of duty. peridot has a system for that.]

[onlytwoexpressions]

Well, perhaps I can help you now that our assorted pleasantries have been concluded.

You're a Gem, aren't you.

[peridont]

[there's a slightly hesitation.]

Yes. I have no records of Homeworld ever interacting with Cybertron. How did you know?

[onlytwoexpressions]

I've met others of your race. My scanners also indicate your composition as being inorganic, not to mention the telltale gem in your forehead.

[peridont]

Yes, something clear when you use your eyes too...

[wait.]

Others? Who?

[OH GOD PLEASE NOT JASPER]

[onlytwoexpressions]

'Others.'

I prefer to leave it at that for the time being.

If it means anything, I have no intention of harming you.

[peridont]

Yes, yes, I gathered that not long after you introduced yourself.

[she pulls up her datapad again.]

It's against... 3 laws and one treaty to withhold knowledge of Gem presence or technology on any previously touched planet, polity, continent, tectonic plate, constituent, space sector, moon or asteroid belt.

I'm sure this place is at least one of those.

Who is it?

[onlytwoexpressions]

[And Magnus brings up a holoform data entry above his forearm.]

I'm afraid that withholding that information is my right as protected under Section XXIII, Sub-section XIX, Page 56, paragraph 13 of the Autobot Code and I quote:

'If, throughout peaceful negotiations, the opposing party seeks information that could lead to the attack, capture, incapacitation, dismemberment, disarmament, or destruction of a person or persons under the direct jurisdiction of one authorized to police the given sector, it is within the defending party's rights to deem such information 'Code Ten Classified' until the intent of the negotiating party or parties is verified firsthand by one who is authorized to do so. Proper clearance codes will then be delivered and the subsequent information will be presented freely.'

[Magnus nods. Your move, Peridot.]

[peridont]

You're missing one vital point, Ultra Magnus.

Your code states one who is authorized to do so, but I've yet to see any official documents. Even if you're in a position from your original point of existence to give yourself such authorization, this city is - and I quote - a time-space stratum between multiple universes where multiple realities presumably intersect. By that simple fact, it's entirely plausible that a being whose existence overrides your "Autobot code" with authority from their own universe could arrive and nullify the entire thing.

I take my commands directly from the authority, Magnus. Not you.

[onlytwoexpressions]

[Magnus clears his vocalizer and continues with paragraph 14:]

'In the event that negotiations cannot conclude due to lack of an authorizing party, then the information must, for the sake of all parties involved, remain classified. However, if the inquiring party or parties prove their intent to the party or parties withholding the necessary information, the informant can, under protection of the code, divulge pertinent information, so long as anyone that this information pertains to gives proper consent in the form of written and notarized confirmation.'

My hands are tied, Miss Peridot, I'm dreadfully sorry.

[peridont]

And what defines you as the defending party, hmm? You're just some busybody getting in Gem business.

Unless you have written authorization and clearance from these others that you're so intent on hiding, then I'm afraid you're not only breaking your own rules, but also the code laid out by my home world. Especially if Gems are involved.

I'm fairly sure Cybertron doesn't exist in my universe. This isn't your jurisdiction. It's a Gem matter. If you interfere any further, you'll only succeed in dragging yourself and any other present Cybertronians into something that could've been resolved so much easier.