IC CONTACT

[nexicpolarity]

Though Nexus Prime is quite interested in all of the Lambda's refugees, he does have his duties to attend to. However, he's ordered his Acolyte to make itself available to others, and so it tries to make itself as visible as possible in his temple. Greeting all who enter, asking what they wish there - that sort of thing. The drone is very practically eager to help, in whatever way it can - even if it's simply promising to pass on a message.

Feel free to RP out the contact, or to simply give a summary.

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[chatterbot]

[Swerve just sidles into Nexus' temple and up to his Acolyte like it ain't no thang and like he belongs there when he does not, in fact, belong there. It doesn't actually matter how tall it is, because either way he's poking it in the aft. Intentionally or not, it's a prelude to a barrage of chatter.]

So yeah... Not actually clear on how this works. You seem kinda eager to help. Practically vibrating even. So you think you could rush off and get the big guy for me? Nexus Prime. Patron FirstForged of Engex, High-grade and probably other stuff? Y'know. Your boss?

[nexicpolarity]

[the Acolyte, to its credit(?), does not seem overly perturbed about being poked in the butt. at least any more than it would be by being poked, period. though it does take a moment to process all that before nodding.]

I will find him. Wait here, please.

[unless stopped, it'll quickly scamper off, only to return a short while later with a tagalog in tow that's about half its height.

have a piece of Nexus, Swerve.]

[chatterbot]

[Swerve is expecting some earth-shaking stomps, and something large enough to be mistaken for a building. He is not expecting something that's actually pretty normal-sized for a cybertronian. He looks at the acolyte then back at "Nexus", looking for signs of shenanigans.]

Yeah... You don't seem like the pranking type. Still, I was kinda expecting him to be a little, y'know, taller? Like way bigger than this. But, uh, I guess I was wrong?

[Pardon him while he just sidles up next to Nexus Piece and quickly runs a finger across the nearest bit of plating just to catch the make-up and age of the metal. So courteous. So smooth.]

So you're the patronForged of engex and high-grade and all that other good stuff, right? Right. You've gotta be, since I heard the whole thing from Wing. Apparently you're providing for the bar? So what I wanna know is... what can I do to get you to maybe be a little more generous with provisions.

[He points at Nexus for every mention of 'you' and himself for every mention of 'I'.]

[nexicpolarity]

[Nexus, for his part, seems amused at the size comment]

I'll make sure to have all parts of me gathered next time you call, 'bot. This is what I left to hold things together.

[he feels- well. he may be far, far /older/ than Swerve is, if you go by their respective sources, but...he certainly /feels/ new. there's nothing about the plating that suggests being primitive, or outdated, or ancient, or anything along those lines...

...though Swerve does get an arched optic ridge at the gesture.]

Technically, Energon, but the higher grades do fall in to that category. As for generous...well, what've you got in mind?

[chatterbot]

Parts? You can split yourself into pieces? Weird. Can I watch sometime? [He pauses in his train of thought to sort of stare at his hands. It's strange. The FirstForged seem old, wise, and all that jazz, but Nexus feels like new metal. He can't even get a read on what he's made of.] Really weird...

Huh? Oh, right! Well, I was thinking more of a deal. You supply stuff for the bar and I... do something for you, I guess? It depends on what you need.

[It doesn't really cross Swerve's mind to bring up the fact that he's not aligned with Nexus, and the idea that he may need Trion's permission doesn't really seem all that significant. He's his own mech after all.]

[nexicpolarity]

[a bemused smile] If you want, eh? I don't mind. But...a bar, hm?

[Nexus reaches to rub his chin a bit]

Could always use some help with a few experiments of mine, especially with someone other than the Acolytes. They're good mechs, they just...don't function well on their own, you know? Not like you guys.

[chatterbot]

Well, it's definitely something I'd like to see, that's for sure.

[But woah, wait, what? Experiments? You are getting the most skeptical look. Swerve mirrors that chin rubbing before finger-gunning Nexus.]

Is that a compliment? Sure, I'll take that. Would said experiments be fatal and/or near-fatal, and/or mentally scarring? 'cos I gotta say. Several million years of war 's built up a nice little barrier of mental scuffmarks that I ain't keen to have messed with anytime soon.

[nexicpolarity]

[...well. that gets a /look. you may just have offended him a little.]

I ain't Liege. I don't experiment on people, 'bot, at least not at the get-go. [he gestures dismissively, and his hands continue to gesture as he continues] Reason I'd prefer someone other than the Acolytes is that they can't make proper judgement on what they see 'cause they can't process that much. They can't do critical, they can't do creative - you see what I'm getting at?

I need someone who can think, and follow through with something without me having to dictate every step've the process to them - like, if the energon reacts this way-

[and a bit flows from his hand, forming itself in the air to help his gesturing. it takes shape and solidifies, then flows back down, all but winding over his arm as it shifts in to a golden hue]

-to do that, find out what it takes to get it there, but if it does this- well that changes things completely!

[chatterbot]

[Swerve offers a look of mild apology combined with one of 'Glitch I don't know your life'. Yeah. He can do that. It's one of his many talents.]

Nice tidbit about your little buddy, but at least you're willing to get to know me first? I guess? [If you're gonna be popping body parts off him and turning them into sparklings, you're gonna have to buy him dinner first, Nexus.]

Yeah, yeah I get it. They mostly specialize in staring and wearing hoo-OOoods?

[Ooooooh shiny.] Hello, what did you do there?

I think I'm gonna... touch it. [He said, after expressing his reluctance to be a guinea pig.]

[nexicpolarity]

Hey, you want to help me in that way, that's your decision. [he shrugs nonchalantly. dinner, maybe a party, pleasure before business an-

oh, you like that?

Nexus grins, turning his hand palm-up, and letting the energon collect in the center]

Energon's what I do, 'bot. This is nothing. Try getting it to define an ecosystem.

[chatterbot]

I don't know. Would it be painful? And is there a possibility my hands will gain sentience and start doing things without me knowing? 'Cause I gotta say, not something I'd wanna have to deal with.

[Well if you're gonna talk about it like that, Nexus, that just might be a little tempting.]

Lucky. All I did was metals back on Kimia. And bartending here. Probably for the best. If I could do this I'd never leave the hab suite.

[Swerve cups his hands around Nexus' and brings it closer to his face so he can get a better look at the stuff. Carefully, he moves one of his thumbs towards the center and dips the tips of his thumb in it.]

[nexicpolarity]

Probably not? At least, I don't think so. Work I did before with others was mostly trying to get a better idea of how to make a system more efficient, so, say, it could run on less energon, process a different grade...

[he lets himself be manipulated, though he does watch Swerve ,closely. at this point, the energon seems to be just that - energon. your most average of variants, even. perhaps not the specific ones Swerve is used to, but it's been made as relatively safe as Nexus can make it for others to handle.

don't expect it to do anything, though, sorry buddy]

Pit, I had one guy who I was able to work with, and he could use it as a weapon.

[chatterbot]

'I don't think so?' Well, actually that's probably as specific as it's safe to get. Can't make promises if you don't know what'll happen.

[Well, it feels safe to his hands, so obviously it's safe to put in his mouth, which is exactly where he's gonna put that finger he just stuck in the energon.

SCIENTIFIC METHOD BABY, YEAH!]

Well, sorry to say my expertise lies pretty outside weapons, unless it's what they're made of. Alloys and metals are my game.

[nexicpolarity]

[HOPE YOU DON'T MIND SWEET, SWERVE. because Nexus has a bit of a sweet tooth - by Cybertronian standards, anyway - and may have made it taste, like, well...

humans have an equivalent. they call them 'pixy stix'.]

So if I was working on some energon that, say, was eating right through whatever I was using to store it...you could come up with something that could?

[chatterbot]

[Swerve just sort of winces at the sweetness and stares at Nexus with the most dubious face. Sorry buddy, but his tastes lie more along the tang of engex and whatever the Cybertronian equivalent of tangy salty snacks is.]

Could store it? Yeah, if you gave me materials and some time.

Are you working on some energon that that's eating right thought what you're using to store it?

[nexicpolarity]

[keep your crunchcubes. he'll keep his sweet, sweet-enough-to-rot-your-fuel-tanks-if-you-weren't-him style. but he closes his fingers, making a fist as he lowers it]

Let's just say I'm having to keep it close at hand.

[this accompanied by a pointed glance at his other servo.]

[chatterbot]

[Swerve just gives him a look. It's not actually a bad one, though, considering what Nexus has just told him. It's actually somewhat nostalgic and cheery.]

I can't believe you brought dangerous acids to a meet and greet. You'd probably be right at home on the Lost Light. Or Kimia.

[nexicpolarity]

'Swhat I was working on, 'bot, before the Acolyte let me know I had a visitor. What was I supposed to do, set it on the ground?

[he may be a not-so at the moment giant robot who's barely even heard of Earth

but somehow

Nexus Prime has perfected the Kanye shrug]

[chatterbot]

Well, I guess if energon manipulation is your thing, couldn't you've just stored the formula for it's make-up away in a memory bank somewhere and turned it into a more basic substance?

[Nexus why.....]

Backdated to after Wing's network post re: Haven Games

[winged_knight]

Wing arrives with the cautious hyper-politeness of someone who knows they're in someone else's house, perhaps uninvited. He clears his vocalizer before addressing the Acolyte.

"Pardon the intrusion, but I have a request for Nexus Prime when he has a moment to spare. I'm planning a festival of games and would like to stage it in his territory, if that is agreeable."