thisavrou_log | I've never given anyone a hug in my life

As much as he had scoffed at the matchmaking, Megatron was spending quite a bit of time on-world. It was a little odd, admittedly, peacefully interacting with a planet he'd have tried to conquer and pave over to make room for some half-decent Decepticon real estate. Barring the business to be done, he'd found himself accepting, even enjoying, some aspects of the planet and its cities.

When he first started on the Lost Light's quest, he may have found such an utter waste of time to be offensive, but now.. When he was starting to reconsider how quickly he wanted to leap to his inevitable fate, this enormous detour was starting to look far more appealing.

Eventually, though, he would need to rendezvous with the crew again to reorganize and figure out what to do next. So he enters the ridiculously large house that had apparently been prepared for them, going through some books he'd found in Harashan through the MID embedded in his systems.

"I may have found something that suits your tastes, Magnus."

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"Another time, please. I'm busy."

There was a video monitor in the room, which Magnus had tuned to a local news program, though the stories being covered were trivial. He was also scrolling through his MID, apparently searching for similar information.

"I witnessed something unusual the other day, but there appears to be no public record of it, despite the fact it occurred in a heavily populated area, in front of a major landmark."

Megatron quickly gets back to business after seeing Magnus so intently focused on the investigation in front of him. It wasn't unusual for the Autobot to get absorbed in his work, he just didn't expect the sudden investment in a random planet.

The screens in front of him get a cursory glance. It must have been quite unusual to garner this much attention.

"And what is it you saw that merited such a feverish response?"

"There was an arrest made in front of the Link'd Inc medical facility in St. Mrutel. From what was said it sounded as if the suspect was a member of some sort of organization. However, I have been unable to find any mention of the group or the arrest itself."

He glanced away from his MID, turning towards Megatron.

"I gather your visit to Harashan was uneventful?

"There was a strange occurrence there when I was traversing the city in holoform. Idyllic-looking planets like this are never as stable as they seem."

He crosses his arms.

"I do question the wisdom of getting involved deeper in this, however, unless it's to ensure the safety of the crew."

Cybertronians didn't have the cleanest record with 'helping' organic planets.

Magnus' frown deepened. He can't exactly dispute that.

"I'm not suggesting we get involved, but it never hurts to be informed. To avoid becoming involved in further incidents, if nothing else. We don't know how long we will be remain on this planet, but I suspect that with such a high profile civilian as the captains 'match' our stay may be prolonged."

It's clear by the look on Megatron's face that he doesn't like the sound of that. It seems like the rebel element here was intending on escalating, making it more likely that they'd end up involved in Emiri's politics. As much as he enjoyed the libraries of the universities, he didn't like them enough to get involved in whatever quagmire was behind them.

"I get the feeling it will become more difficult to avoid another incident the longer we stay here."

He's destabilized the social structure of enough planets to know where this could lead. He points to the screen the Autobot was looking at.

"You won't find anything on public records, a company like Link'd, Inc. has appearances to keep. If there's anything you truly want to dig something up on this... It'll need to be the hard way."

Spacious, full of large mechanical repair equipment, and largely empty on off hours, that might be enough of a hint to what Megatron was going to offer Peridot when he gave her a time and place to discuss his offer. Of course, it could also be convenience, but he likes to imagine an engineer to be a little more perceptive than that.

At some ungodly hour of Emiri's early morning, long before the sun had risen on-world, a transporter is left docked and unloaded in the cargo hold. The hold would find itself a couple of large blocks of energon richer. He should ask Perceptor what were the odds of finding some on an alternate universe with no discernable replicate of Cybertron when he returns - he's certain it's some absurd number that requires special notation.

Bunched together with other pieces of equipment purchased from Harashan's spaceport, the bright fluid's glow luminates every seam of the thick, gray walls of the cubes. Megatron himself is securing the new addition to the walls of the cargo hold, using his projected holoform to manipulate a human-scaled interface at its base.

Honestly? She isn't sure what to expect when she comes creeping into the cargo hold at the arranged time, but the sheer size of the Cybertronian definitely falls under the "startling and unexpected" category. She's been aware of the Cybertronians, having spoken to Tailgate before, but Megatron is...

Diamond height? Maybe more. She's not exactly sure. Either way, Peridot boggles at the sight for a moment before she gets her professional demeanor back on properly and clears her throat, trying to get her client's attention.

"I take it you are Megatron, correct?" she asks, standing up straight, hands clasped behind her back. Not that any amount of good posture or the height improving powers of her limb enhancers would put them anywhere close to equal in size, but, it's the thought that counts, in her opinion.

The holoform closer to eye level winks out of existence as Peridot enters the gray and industrial cavern that made up the cargo bay. With a heavy step to turn towards her, he gives her a curious tilt of the head. She would be the second gem after Jasper that he'd seen, and the two certainly make for an intriguing presence to Cybertronian sensors. No biological nor mechanical life signs to pick up on.

"Yes. The task I have would ordinarily be quite simple. I've been running on a toxic fuel source that has left some internal damage to my systems and am in need of a little upkeep. But..."

He goes down one knee and offers a hand so they can speak at eye level. A gesture he never foresaw himself doing for an alien, yet here he was.

Peridot kind of jerks with surprise when the holoform disappears, eyes flicking over to the now empty spot before she considers the offered hand. She stares at it like a wary cat, frowning suspiciously for a moment before she actually steps on.

...There's really something intimidating, and perhaps a little humiliating, about needing a lift up to talk to her client face to face, but she supposes it can't be helped.

"Go on," she prompts, folding her arms over her chest.

Megatron rises to his feet, getting a curious eyeful of the gem on hand. This was much better. He was getting tired of craning his neck all the time.

"Attempts to access my internals results in an untimely transport to another dimension," he gestures to his chest,"Courtesy of my destabilized internal Space Bridge."

Ok, so it may be more than a little dimensional distortion, but Peridot came off as confident enough to at least take a look.

"Space bridge?" she repeats, raising her eyebrows incredulously, eyes flicking down to stare at the Autobot badge on his chest as though she might see right through it and glimpse the device he's talking about.

Peridot clears her throat, resting a gauntlet at her chin thoughtfully. "From what I can surmise, that sounds very similar to a gem warp pad... but you'll have to fill me in on the specifics of it's precise nature and function before I'm going to risk interacting with it in any way."

If that is what it is, though... This job may turn out to be devastatingly simple after all.

"Unfortunately, Shockwave isn't here to give you all the particular details..."

But he remembered the basics from when the Decepticon scientist had been all too keen on ensuring the conduit had been functioning properly.

"The bridge functions by making a portal between two locations, warping space in doing so. It does this, as far as I understand it, by drawing its power from a connection to a black hole. I assume the connection is still there, as it would need it to malfunction this way."

"...And you mentioned that you have attempted to access and address the problem before? What methods have you used prior to this point?"

"One of our best surgeons did. There were numerous attempts to physically get past the field of distortion. It tends to shift in its destablilized state."

"Hmmmmmm."

Is she looking visibly less confident about getting this job done? Probably. But it's not enough to deter her yet.

"Well... It may be a long shot, but I do have some Gem engineered equipment with me that we use to so service technology of a similar purpose back on Homeworld. It might be worth testing out. But if that doesn't work, I'm afraid an immediate solution may be beyond me. You'll have to give me some time and some schematics to try and work out an alternate solution."

"Of course,"

A long shot is better than no shot at all. Peridot knew the risks, if she was willing to work with it, then there's no reason for him not to accept her help.

"Perhaps you will have a better idea of what your chances are after examining the Bridge in person. How would you prefer to approach this?"

"One moment," she says, holding up a silencing finger-- which then splits off with 3 more of the weird little digits and pulls up her diagnostic screen, which she fiddles around with for a second.

From one distant corner of the cargo bay there comes a weird wobbling sound, like someone waving a piece of plexi-glass. The only plug robonoid that Peridot still has in her possession comes marching up to the both of them, pauses at Megatron's feet... and then three pieces shed off of it, one after the other, like drops of liquid, which hit the ground and instantly form a little posse of flask robonoids.

The trio of 'bots promptly rise up on their little stick legs and start clambering up the robot without warning, heading towards Peridot's location.

"Alright then... Show me how to access this 'space bridge'. I can send these mobile repair devices inside ahead of me."

Well, he was expecting to be laying down for this, but if Peridot wanted to try it while standing on his hand...

The armor over his chest parts at the seams to reveal the tightly compacted inner workings inside. Mixed in with his fuel pump and spark chamber were four space bridge nodes sitting in a snugly assembled nest of metal. Feeling the robonoids scuttle up his leg, he moves his arm holding the gem aside to allow them to examine the open space.

There was nothing visibly wrong, at least from the outside, but any scanning for radiation or distortion would get quite the uncontrolled jolt of a reading from the active nodes.

"Woah," she breathes, leaning forward a little with wide-eyed fascination. Yeah, okay. She's pretty impressed by that tech.

Peridot clears her throat, trying to regain some semblance of dignified composure again. "These robonoids are designed to help repair gem created warping technology. They can emit a spray that heals inorganic structures in a matter of seconds. Now, it's very possible that the technology may be incompatible... but by my diagnostics, I don't think it can hurt you in any way to have them try. Do I have your permission to go ahead with the procedure?"

He's gotten this far. It was already a miracle that he was alive with a malfunctioning warp drive implanted in his robot organs. What's a little gem suave going to do that couldn't have happened already?

"Feel free to proceed."

Of course, he was curious to see how the robonoids would work around the unstable field, but repairs for a similar technology could have... interesting results.

"Lets begin then."

She makes a few more strokes across the surface of her screen, ordering the little robonoids forward. They obey, surging towards the space bridge and administering copious amounts of the repair fluid.

The foam feels oddly cool as it's applied, though the Bridge's distortion becomes more obvious and visible as it begins to set and take effect.

With a spark of energy, two of the little robonoids wink right out of existence. Well. At least they'd managed to apply some foam before they got a one-way ticket to whatever hell dimension the Bridge is connected to.

The third one soon meets the same fate, only half its tiny body is left behind as a thoughtful souvenir.

"G-Gaaaahhhhhhh," Peridot whines, tailing off into a high pitched creak. She stares at the remaining half robonoid, wide-eyed and dismayed. She has a limited number of these things. Awkward silence stretches.

He takes a look at the foam as it settles into his circuits, embedding into the living metal as it begins to do its work. It isn't long before his own internals begin to let him know something was beginning to knit together some of his altered mechanisms.

"Hm.. It appears to be working. How many more of those drones do you have?"

Peridot gets her remaining half-robonoid gingerly dropped at her feet between two large fingers.

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