[Closed] I Think I'm Lost.

[Bekka]

Originally posted by Shortcircuit.


Hacker couldn't help but snicker at the contridictory behavior of his new compatriate... She tells HIM not to blow their cover... and then voices her own discontent at having a human in her cab...although it's true that Hacker had not expected that the two dock workers to actually 'drive' them to the ferry boat...it seemed to be business as usual.

They were parked on the cargo area and left alone, Walt complaining that he couldn't get a decent station in the car.... maybe it wasn't so great if it didn't have a decent radio.

After a few minutes, Hacker shivered his frame. His energy levels getting dangerously low, even using his recharge to recycle what he already had.

"Hey, Cheap.... I don't suppose you have any energon for the trip do you?"

[Bekka]

Originally posted by TheWickedRaven.


The music stopped as soon as the dock workers left them on the ship. Cheapshot shifted on her tires, not in the best of moods, as she began to rifle through the music files she had in her collection. The warbling calls of bagpipes wafted from within the car, as suspension cables relaxed, the entire vehicle sinking down on it's wheels.

Much better, she thought quietly to herself.

"Well....actually I need to refuel as well. I guess we're going to have to wait till we make landfall to actually do so."

[Bekka]

Originally posted by Shortcircuit.


For the remainder of their journey across the british channel, Hacker was silent... running his processes both for his own entertainment and education as he ran up and down the internet... learning as much as he could download about popular culture, human politics, and other things that most bots would likely consider trivial....

This only took up about half of his proccessing power, however...as he did an indept research on the fuels used by humanity.

After learning the source of their vehical's internal combustion...a wasteful and dangerous practice relying on an unrenewable organic material called 'oil', Hacker was somewhat appauled... such swill....even what they would consider 'premium' would be the equivilent to his kind as eating rotten meat would be for a human. Unfortunately it was plentiful and Solar and Hydrogen energy systems were in infant stages.... and even so, such would be purer, but far less filling to the two power hungry Cybertronians.... And even with his recharge, Hacker was only running on just under 10% of his energy reserves.

Still...there were processes that could be taken to enhance the effects of this 'petrol' and minimize the waste.... He could work out the theory...but practice it practically? For that, he would need the assistance of a Medic. A bot that understood the workings of the body rather than the mind.

The Ferry finally made landfall a couple of hours later and Joe and Walt came back... this time quiet as they took the motorcycle and sport's car to the French Parking lot...and after being checked over by a Registar for the French Government to make sure the vehicals were carrying no smuggled merchandice, were left alone.

"Hey Cheap... Are you hungry Perchance?" Hacker's headlights and Holoform flickered to life when he was sure there were no witnesses. "I understand there is a place nearby called an 'Exxon'...A form of human energon is served to their vehicals there. I'm buying.....but you get to try it first. "
He smiled inwardly... hoping she would forgive him for the swill he was about to put her on.

(OOC: srry, router was screwed up for a couple of days there so I've been on and off... but back and posting...also, Thinking of moving our chars to the 'So this is Earth' Thread now that we are in France looking for the others. )

[Bekka]

Originally posted by TheWickedRaven.


Cheapshot was in a very, very, very bad mood. Not only did the fat, greasy human twiddle with the inside of the cab -again-, but another one had poked and prodded around the under-carriage, trunk, exhaust pipe, and, even the engine block wasn't spared. What an outrage!

Even if it was a human femme doing the 'inspection', Cheapshot couldn't help but feel violated. She had been tempted to rev the powerful engine, and give the human a nice face-full of exhaust fumes, as she sped away.

Now, after tolerating being rudely touched, she needed to run over something. Or take a long drive down the-

Well.

A meal was good too. The tall, blonde woman re-appeared in the driver's seat, her expression an angry scowl.

"Anything, Hacker. Though the next human who touches me, will get knocked over."

[Bekka]

Originally posted by Shortcircuit.


"Earth's Current Population count is 5,837,374,321....give or take a hundred..... " Hacker told the femmie as they drove out. "Chances are that you will encounter others....besides...what is the big deal...it's not like they are carressing your spark. Your body is all metal and gears..... like mine... "

Hacker rambled for a moment... not understanding her displeasure... and actually envying her a bit.... wondering how it felt to be gone over as such. Femmies WERE notoriously senstive with their tactile sensors.


They pulled up the exxon... and Hacker snickered when he saw the 'full service' sign in French.

"Well... drive up to the pump there and a tech will do the rest...but don't knock him over..... the energon source is highly flammible."

[Bekka]

Originally posted by TheWickedRaven.


"Metals and gears? Those are my 'metals and gears' that they are laying their little paws on. And I do not trust them at all," Cheapshot replied tersely, keeping her tone rather level, even then. The femme had refused to let any of the trainee medics look at her -when she got injured anyway- and no mere human was going to be allowed to do that.

The Lamborghini's headlights seemed to glare straight ahead, as she pulled over to a gas pump, letting the human stick that....thing into what seemed to be a fuel port.

The instant the thick, oily gunk splattered into the fuel tank, Cheapshot revved loudly in protest. This was disgusting! Utterly disgusting! Her current alt mode might have been able to stomach such swill, but energon was the preferred choice.

The holoform continued to keep a poker face, however, but its bright blue eyes were now staring through the windshield, the small department store -and anything else in the way- and out of a wall. But -in a feat of will- Cheapshot stayed relatively still, seething quietly.

[Bekka]

Originally posted by Shortcircuit.


The human servicing the car made a sour face and spoke quickly in French...requiring Cheapshot and Hacker to quickly update and re-set their vocal and translation processors to understand.

"HEY Lady! Are you insane?! TURN OFF YOUR ENGINE!"

Hacker had to stifle a snicker as the caviler finished ingesting the petrolium swill and she moved on... Hacker moving up and bracing himself as he too had the oily muck in his alt. form's storage tank. he couldn't stop his frame from shuddering.

"BLECH!" Hacker texted to Cheapshot... a horrible, grainy sensation running though his energon lines as his body adapted the swill into very low quality energy. "Sorry, but we both needed SOMETHING.... and now we can at least run our basic functions without nodding into recharge every few hours."

Hacker followed Cheap out of the gas station and plotted their course.

"Your sensors are probably more advanced than mine... so please keep a lookout for any others of our kind... they couldn't have gotten far."

With that, the bike and the sport's car sped off into the French Countryside.

(OOC: With Raven's okay and next post...we're probably gonna switch over to the other Europe thread...see everybody there.)

[Bekka]

Originally posted by TheWickedRaven.


By now, the human race were starting to look like miracle workers. Why? The machines they built were somehow able to run on the million year old remains of organic matter. Cheapshot didn't care if they 'refined' it, the substance was still absolutely appalling in any and every way. She thanked the higher powers for not having to ingest it via her oral cavity. That would've been truly horrible.

I wonder if this is what we are reduced to, on Earth...with no energon to turn to.

She missed the stores of high-grade energon, now. Her family used to keep the basement of their home, stocked with such. But pining for such wouldn't better their current situation.

There were several blips on her radar which had caught her attention, anyway.

Follow me.