[Raystorm]

[Hurray for short posts!]

He had to tune his audios a little to hear it. Apparently the shock and fear it might be experiencing were interfering with its other functions. However, he was slightly pleased to hear that it had returned its alias to him. A strange word, a bit softer compared to his own species’ naming system. Eez-ah-bell? Very strange, but nothing he couldn’t pronounce. The alias was stored away along with other gathered data he was updating on its information card. Building a profile on it would help his report to Optimus Prime later. In accordance to its compliance, the massive robot nodded his head.

A sensor constantly monitoring the status of the incapacitated newborn, Raystorm focused squarely on the pale little creature with his liquid gold eyes. ”The power you have creates life in machines. This newborn behind me is wild and out of control. It does not have the required parts for proper higher-intellect thought processes, cannot communicate properly, and is not aware of its own functionality. It is primitive compared to myself, but dangerous. My questions are these: how long have you had this power? Where did you get it? How can you control it? Are you aware that this power can cause excessive damage to you and your surroundings?”

They were a lot of questions for such a little being, but it did not cross his mind that the human could not process information as fast as he could. In fact, their greatest supercomputers couldn’t hold a byte against a transformer’s advanced CPU. And Raystorm’s was even the basic brand – he wasn’t a genius like some others he could mention. But he felt the stress of time trying to weight upon his wings. He wanted to report to Prime, get the information he needed, and deal with the newborn still impaled on his sword. All before the human enforcement organizations got wind of this disturbance and tried to question him about it. He was no politician – leave the flowery speeches to Prime.

[Isabel Smith]

[[Pfft! It is fone. Yay for second page though!]]

The power you have creates life in machines.

Not like she wasn't aware of that at least...

This newborn behind me is wild and out of control.

Like that wasn't another obvious, seeing as she was just nearly killed byt a lexus. And for what? Giving it one little dent with her umbrella? For a split second Isabel's mind wandered to what even happened to the thing, the umbrella that was. No, she had to focus! There was a ginat robot in front of her! Though it seemed like on of those 'good guys' Sam had talked about, she didn't want to take any chances of angering it from taking so long to answer a few questions.

They should be easy enough to answer though right? Well not exactly. Still trying to find her voice, by opening and clsing her mouth a few times and no words coming out, it took a few more moments than she felt comfertable with, the lingering silence, to answer them.

"Just about a year now. It started when...you guys had this huge battle in the middle of the City," she answered, though she didn't reconize it spacifically as one of the robots that was in fact in the City that day. She didn't like sticking around much to find that however, or the memory of it when she was kicked in the face one to many times.

Uggg.. She thought briefly from the memory lifting a hand up to her head and closing her eyes trying to collect her thoughts back to the questions again.

"I....I don't know how I got it. Well I sort of do now because of this one kid, but I still don't really understand it much....or any at all. He said something about...a cube? I don't know! And no! I don't know how the hll to control, well again I sort of do...I just have to keep calm. I don't know if giant robots know this or not but that's not the easiest thing sometimes for a teenager...life generally isn't calm for any normal one." Totaly not normal for one who happens to be able to bring machines to life. "And yes I know what sort of damage it can do! Nothing this big before! Sure, a dumtruck maybe too a few days ago, but that wasn't entierly my fault! Every other time over the past year I've only managed to have my cell phone, CD player, and other little things run around. I doubt they could destroy a whole street though!" Is said throwing out her arms at the end of the ramble as if to emphasise the damage that was on the street. Not to mention various other gestures as she went on and on suddenly...

And yet it felt good to let all that out. Questions she has had herself for so long, and no one really asked them to her and so she couldn't verbaly talk about it ever before...without the risk of sounding crazy at least.

[Raystorm]

Both optical shutters closed and opened with that anxious suspense. The human didn’t at all too happy to be talking to him, what with its opening and closing mouth [he guessed it was its mouth] and those wide, wide optical sensors. Could it even speak of such events? It had responded to his first question, so surely it wouldn’t get too scared and run off without his answers. The sooner he got this information, the quicker he could get back to base, wherever based was, and report them to Optimus Prime. He was running 90-to-nothing, CPU burning up data faster than a laser could cross a battlefield, trying to add up everything before the human even answered. It seemed to take forever for it to finally use its voice again, a high-pitched sort of tone that reminded him of a female Cybertronian. Perhaps… it was female as well.

No, no. No time to ponder its gender, Raystorm. He had to listen up, have some patience. He ducked a little closer to it, trying to strain his audios as much as possible. Battle in the middle of the city… He wasn’t sure what the initial team had done during their stay on this planet, so a good briefing was in order. Perhaps his allies could shed some light on this “battle in the middle of the city”. The human suddenly retracted a little, closing its optics and twisting its face into a look that reminded him of a transformer hitting a brief data block. He hated when that happened, especially when he rarely cleaned his CPU of useless data – too focused on his duty. Perhaps that was what was wrong with the human, if it was anything like his own species.

”If you require a system reboot and sweep, I can wait.” He was trying to be a little courteous, even though he had no idea how the human brain worked or if it was even as refined as a CPU. It was, after all, having some trouble bring up the necessary memory files of perhaps so long ago. Its voice came to work again, and the seeker perked slightly. A cube… The Allspark! So its powers were linked to the Allspark? Figures… The life source of the transformers was a hardy thing indeed. However, it couldn’t control them? Another obvious fact he knew was coming. The Allspark was a mysterious thing, but with humans having such a small body, surely the Allspark’s energy couldn’t be contained within just one. Perhaps… No, she had mentioned another, a “one kid”. Perhaps it was another link. He lost its ramble a bit at the “teenager” part, whatever that was, and searched its words for clues, but only found a data spill of its emotional processor. Well… he couldn’t blame it. Bringing machines to life, when on this planet they were slaves to their will, was probably a shocker.

With its little “explosive” ending, the seeker tilted his head slightly and blinked his optical shutters. Well, it was a good enough start. Perhaps after that mentioned CPU sweep, it would diffuse better data. Make things more clear. Raystorm finally nodded a little. ”Information logged. If you have anything else, anything at all, that will be useful in finding the Allspark or how your powers work, please tell me. It is urgent that I get this information to Prime as soon as possible.”

[Isabel Smith]

[[*repeatedly hits had against the wall* Oy, sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry.] Shortness.]

Isabel raised a brow slightly looking up at the robot after his first comment. What did it (he...did these things have genders even?) think she was...a computer or something? Well it probably had just about as much knowledge of a human that Isabel had about robot alien life forms...or whatever you could call them.

But when her "explosion" did end she looked up at the robot waiting for a responce. At first she thought she might have said something that confused it...probably somehwere along her teenaged ranting. That only left her feeling a bit stupid and emarassed once more talking about something it might even understand. Putting her hands up over her face some she tapped her forehead with her pointer fingers muttering, "Stupid, stupid, stupid."

Is snappred her head back up once more when Raystorm spoke. Well...maybe it got it...or was going to try to later at least.

"Well, there is one other person I know who can do this...stuff. I don't know a lot about her, only 'ran into her' once and don't even really know her name. But she did say she was going to meet the ther Autobots. M is all she told me with her name. Maybe you'll see her? It's not much help though I know. And I don't know much to tell you how it works. For me it's jsut whenever I getoverly emotional about something, like anger, or being excited...you do know what emotions would be...right?"

[Raystorm]

As exasperated as the poor squishy was, Raystorm was beginning to think talking to it now wasn't too good for its stress levels. As far as he knew about human facial expressions and gestures, the human "teen" wasn't in the mood to be drilled about things it didn't understand itself. The warrior felt a twinge of pity for it, but the duty he had to the Autobots - no, his duty to his very race, required the information it knew.

The jet shook his head, holding up a hand in a "stop" fashion that he hoped the human would understand. Glancing around at the now-deserted road, and the deactivated body of the newborn Transformer, Raystorm stood up slowly. He jerked his sword up, the sharp blade folding and shifted until it seemingly magnetized back into the frame of his wing. His sword fingers flexed and ground the gears until they felt a little better. The newborn would have to go, and could possibly be salvaged for Ratchet to inspect. Just as well, he highly doubted the humans would allow such a fiasco around their offspring to go unnoticed for long. He had to leave before then.

Gold optics turned back to look down at the human as he stood up to his full 70+ feet height. "Yes, I understand emotions. This information is very valuable, human. I thank you for sharing it with me. If at all possible, do not share it with any other.... er.... "giant robot" unless they have this symbol somewhere on them."

The Autobot pointed to the other wing where the pug-like red Autobot symbol lay painted. Hopefully it would remember it and not accidentally let slip information to a Decepticon. Satisfied with his display, Raystorm turned to the Lexus and began the meticulous procedure of lifting its smaller body over his shoulder without further severing its head from its body. A small grunt, a grating clash of metal, and the newborn was snugly fit over his right shoulder, an arm around its waist to hold it in place.

"I have logged your location. You may be hearing from us again soon. We are Autobots, and we are here to help..." Not an entire truth. Raystorm was more concerned over finding the Allspark, or its powers, than he was with saving the human race from extinction via Decepticons. But to gain their trust, even he had to falsify his concern. Nodding lightly to the little human, the SU-37 bent his legs and hopped into the air, the stabilizer thrusters in his boots firing up until he balanced himself into a hover a few feet from the ground. With a loud boom of his primary thrusters activating, the massive robot shot into the air and up toward the clouds for cover.

He had much to tell Optimus Prime when he arrived at the designated HQ. Hopefully it would be of some help to the Autobots in the future.

[Last post for me. =D Finally, Ray's first completed thread!]