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Post by blindspot on Jan 2, 2012 19:45:19 GMT -5
Blindspot would have nodded, had he possessed a head at the time, <“Very well.”> He slowed slightly. <“You’ll need to lead the way for this bit. I have absolutely no idea where a human would want to go.”> In truth, he had almost forgotten about Cira. He wondered whether or not she should be left alone… but that was KITT’s decision, not his. Presumably they’d have some means to communicate, and KITT knew what his partner could and couldn’t handle.
If she went off somewhere on her own, then he would be alone with KITT. In a way, he sort of liked the idea. He didn’t actively dislike Cira. Truth be told, he still wasn’t sure what to make of the female, but all the same he would likely feel a little less awkward without her around. On the other hand, Cira was sort of a walking guarantee that no violence would pass between KITT and himself. It wouldn’t be wise to start trouble with a Decepticon with a human on board.
Blindspot was reasonably certain that KITT didn’t want to harm him. Aside from having said so himself, the other had passed up multiple opportunities to attack, but he still had to be careful. He was dealing with what amounted to an Autobot. He supposed he would find out for good whether or not this near-stranger could be trusted.
He kept these worries to himself. <“A drive along the coast sounds absolutely capital. I think the city would be much more interesting to investigate at night.”> He liked the way that some cities lit up when darkness descended. The bright contrast of glowing neon, the harsh icy white-blue of the LED streetlights, and the diffuse glow of innumerable windows looked so good against the blackness surrounding them. <“Well, as far as I am concerned, at least. I am not certain that it would do your investigation much good…”> Unless, of course, they needed to wait for the local nightlife to kick up.
Blindspot caught himself--he was wondering about their mission, his dutiful processor already picking up ways to be helpful. Stop that, he scolded himself. Human affairs or no, this was an Autobot. He could tag along, but he could not help.
…not unless he absolutely had to, anyway.
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Post by KI3T on Jan 3, 2012 4:32:12 GMT -5
Once Cira and her equipment were dropped off, KITT took his time pulling away from the random restaraunt Cira had chosen. <"That is not an issue. The man we are keeping a lookout for could be anywhere."> KITT replied, signaling as they got on the main road. <"Unless either of us spot this person or any suspicious activity that might be caused by him or his people, we can roam wherever we need based on whatever leads we might have. Right now ours are not reliable in the least. Jack Hurst did a good job cleaning up messes if he was here in Italy.">
KITT did have to wonder what the man was up to now, he had learned some time after Mike brought him back online that he had been in charge of bringing KARR back before KARR (unbeknownst to him) was revived by the Decepticons. He could be anywhere...but if rumors of new technology created by those left of Sector 7 were true, anything was possible at this point, and KITT didn't like that idea.
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Post by blindspot on Jan 3, 2012 12:51:27 GMT -5
Blindspot parked across the street as KITT and Cira parted ways. It was partially because he was still a bit skittish of the human--it was irrational, he knew, but he couldn’t really help it--but mostly because it seemed the polite thing to do. If KITT and Cira were good friends who had come on this investigation together, they should be allowed to say this temporary goodbye privately.
When KITT hit the road again, Blindspot was not far behind. As they wound their way through the city, he always stayed close, but not so close that it would be very obvious that the two vehicles were traveling together. Sometimes he would drive directly behind KITT, other times in front, sometimes a few lanes over or even a street. He was always in range of communication, and always ready and willing to pull together at a certain point if KITT requested it.
This was just natural behavior for him. Sometimes he was sent out with other drones, who, in their vehicle modes, looked exactly like him. It was necessary to keep a little distance in order to be inconspicuous. Blindspot was not the best of the best as far as covert city travel went, but he was good enough to get by.
As they neared the coastal highways, he stuck with KITT a little more confidently, driving alongside him or behind him. <“I would understand if you are uncomfortable sharing this information, but may I ask what sort of threat this Jack Hurst of your poses? Is he a terrorist? Or a private military contractor?”> Blindspot knew that his own faction had got into trouble tangling with Private Military Companies in the past. Mercenaries. The drone had nothing but scorn for them. They cared only for their next paycheck, and didn’t have a concept of any sort of higher loyalty.
Before KITT could answer, however, Blindspot became distracted. <“Oh.”> He had been driving along the guard rail, and below, a very puzzling tableau presented itself. Where the ocean met the coast, there was a wide track of soft white sand, and on it humans in all sorts of ridiculous colored clothing were… were frolicking about and being generally useless. <“Well. That is something you don’t see every day.”> Clearly Blindspot had never spent much time on the coast.
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Post by KI3T on Jan 4, 2012 4:35:33 GMT -5
<"Jack Hurst is the leader of the National Security Administration. He appears to be a friendly person, but he has wormed himself into a lot of illegal activity over the years. He was the one in charge of rebuilding the KARR project, my older brother back in 2008.>" KITT paused, seeing no harm in giving Blindspot this information. <"I was temporarily forced offline because of them at one point, as well. Jack's current activities are under the radar per se, but we do know he is on the move. We caught news about some illegal project going bad that created highly technologically advanced armor for humans; but we do not even have the name of the project yet. How dangerous the remnants of the project are to...any of us, is uncertain, and that is why we are investigating various countries currently. It is doubtful we can track the man, but we were told many of the projects were done overseas and not just somewhere in the United States as well. It could be a scare, but from what we know of Jack, he does not mess around. We have no idea why the Project was sponsored, and who sponsored it."> KITT explained.
Well that was a mouthful. But the AI vehicle didn't care. As he had explained, it wasn't just the Autobot's or KITT's safety they were concerned with, it was potentially ALL Cybertronians. It seemed like a slippery slope, but the possibly was certainly...possible.
He realized that perhaps he should start doing some research on all the latest technological developments. As they reached the beach, KITT almost forgot to comment on the beautiful sight. It WAS beautiful. <"Yes...the ocean. It is certainly beautiful.">
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Post by blindspot on Jan 4, 2012 4:55:32 GMT -5
Blindspot dutifully logged the information away. There was one detail that stayed with him, though.
KARR.
He wasn’t sure what KITT knew about KARR’s current state--his brief discussion with the other had seemed to suggest that it wasn’t common knowledge. For the first time, the drone began to feel the strain of interacting with a non-Decepticon. Should he bring it up? Could lack of such knowledge eventually hurt KITT? In the end it was built-in protocol that prevailed. Serve your leaders his core programming commanded, and he did not bring up the issue of KARR’s existence.
He wouldn’t know if he would be able to lie, though, if KITT asked.
In addition, the thought of KITT being taken offline was surprisingly distressing. KITT was an interesting person. He seemed to be a good soul, with a pure Spark--or, well, Spark equivalent, since Blindspot was still running under the assumption that his acquaintance was Sparkless. He had a family, of sorts, people who loved him, and who he loved and protected in return. He didn’t deserve to be killed. If this Jack Hurst person showed up and tried anything, Blindspot would have to give the human a piece of his mind. Possibly with a fistful of talons.
And it wouldn’t be as if he weren’t doing his duty, either. Jack Hurst technically was the enemy of the Decepticons, as well, if he had something to do with KARR’s origins. The other had expressed nothing but scorn for his creators. How convenient!
This all passed through Blindspot’s agile processor in a few seconds. Out loud, he said, <“That sounds troubling. Thank you for sharing that information with me. I do not think my commanders would be particularly interested in it, as it seems to be primarily a human concern, but it is still good to keep in mind.”> Some small part of Blindspot was grateful that he didn’t have to report the information that KITT had given him to his superiors. Nobody had to know except for Blindspot, KITT, and possibly Cira.
He felt a little guilty for how much he enjoyed that idea.
<“Oh, well, I was referring to the humans on the beach. I have no idea what they are doing with those costumes, but yes, you are right. The sea is beautiful.”> Blindspot turned his attention to the rolling waters. For a moment he was quiet. <“I have been told that there was something similar on Cybertron--seas, of a sort, but I have never saw them. I do not think they would have looked quite the same. I like the sound most of all, though. I shall have to come back here tonight, when it is dark, and just listen.”>
After the private admission, Blindspot felt a rush of embarrassment. They were here to talk about a mission, not to listen to him ramble on. <“Er. Sorry.”>
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Post by KI3T on Jan 4, 2012 6:58:58 GMT -5
<"No reason to apologize, Blindspot. My mind is just on different tracks at the moment. I thought you were referring to the beach itself. How silly of me. The costumes the humans are wearing are called swim suits, they wear them when the weather is warm and are near water. You have not seen the beaches before?"> If KITT had known about KARR, he might have found out about that answer given the location the twin had been at when he met Blindspot, but of course he was oblivious. It made sense that Blindspot was not familiar with the activities done at beaches, if he had not been on Earth all that long.
KITT felt an odd pull. Such emotions, inquiries or whatever they were were hard to come by with an AI that was supposed to not be possible. KITT was capable of worry, and therefore he was capable of other emotions as well, and since then his processor had evolved drastically. The pull he felt was the same pull he experienced when they raced, he was convinced that something felt right about the desire to get to know Blindspot better. He felt like he might be nosy or intruding on privacy, but to him, the idea of spending some quiet time at the beach with another to talk to seemed nice for a change. Sure he spent a lot of time alone to meditate in various scenic locations when Cira and Melissa were asleep, but this was an opportunity he had not had with any of the Autobots yet, a chance to get out away from the base and hang out one on one casually, with the exceptions Jazz and Wheeljack. Wheeljack and Jazz were interesting in their own ways but there were not enough reasons for him to feel the same proverbial tug he felt when around Blindspot. KITT found it difficult to explain if he were to explain it to someone like Cira.
There was just something about how he spoke and the way he raced which he felt like he could identify with, and it intrigued him greatly. He still found it disappointing that Blindspot was a very loyal Decepticon...He thought of the helicopter femme he'd seen on base out and about during some of his visits earlier in the month, so he knew change was possible even if one was a Decepticon, but they had to be willing. KITT would be unable to define what he was feeling, but if he could, or if Cira were there to observe their interactions at this moment, she might take a gander at presuming that KITT was crushing on Blindspot. KITT was trying to keep 'whatever' he felt separate from his duties. Unfortunately, he was still feeling like at the same time he was betraying his loyalty to the Autobots, but what he felt could not be helped....
He finally disregarded those nagging fears and offered a question that Blindspot may or may not be anticipating. <"I do not wish to seem intrusive, but...may I join you later?">
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Post by blindspot on Jan 5, 2012 1:49:18 GMT -5
Blindspot was in a much more peaceful state of mind regarding his unexpected budding friendship. He liked KITT, and it was as simple as that. All of his unique qualities aside (being a Sparkless alien), he was intelligent, polite, and knew how to have a good time. Blindspot felt that e could relate more to KITT than he could to most of his commanders. If any romantic inclinations were lying in wait, waiting to be triggered, he was unaware of them, but that had less to do with KITT himself and more to do with the fact that, under normal circumstances, Blindspot was about as romantic as a wet paper bag. He probably wouldn't even notice such inclinations until they had taken firm root.
<“Not really. I have seen the ocean several times, but I have never seen anything quite like that.”> He continued to observe the humans’ actions. They were relaxing, playing games, having fun, and they seemed to be doing that and only that. Perhaps humans considered beaches an exclusively recreational thing.
As he was puzzling this over in his dryly inquisitive way, KITT very casually asked to join him later that evening. The chagrin he’d felt at getting off-topic instantly evaporated, replaced by warm gratitude.<“Yes, I would like that quite a bit, KITT. It would not be intrusive at all! If I found your company unpleasant, I would not have accompanied you here. So it will be quite nice to have someone to enjoy it with.”>
He was quiet for a moment as they continued to drive, and as they rounded a bend, the beach went out of sight. <“Thank you.”> This was sent in an abrupt, almost sheepish burst. <“Er, what I mean to say is, you are not quite like any Autobot I have ever met before. I just appreciate you giving me the benefit of the doubt. And I will stop rambling now! I will let you concentrate on finding your man, as well as tag along, if you don't mind.”>
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Post by KI3T on Jan 5, 2012 6:46:00 GMT -5
<"I do not mind at all. When away from Cira for any length of time, the noise level seems to drop significantly, she is simply a noisy, outspoken type of human. And you are welcome."> KITT would like to say he did not judge, but even as an AI vehicle, he did some level of judging, and he was well aware of that.
<"Tracking this man is going to be difficult since he does not have a signal, but I can track banking transactions, phone calls, contact information, etc with my internet connectivity and hacking abilities if I have no other leads or coordinates. But to do that I have to get secure information first. And that takes more than simple research of course. I am more concerned about the Project itself than the man at the moment, since he is not a stranger to FLAG per se. This is another thing I am good at.">
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Post by blindspot on Jan 5, 2012 11:06:08 GMT -5
Blindspot listened as KITT spoke, calmly switching lanes to fall directly behind KITT to avoid a slower-moving car in his lane. <“That is impressive! I have access to the Internet, but I have no hacking subroutines. I purged most of those, and removed the hardware necessary for them. I was never very good at it anyway.”> That escapade had been a fun one. Blindspot had been successful in purging the coding itself, but he’d had to go to another medic to have the relevant sections removed from his processor, and even then it had taken some convincing to get the procedure OK-ed.
Not everyone was as into self-modification and improvement as Blindspot.
<“I suppose considering your history, you are right to be concerned over whatever plans he might be concocting up.”> The worry that someone who had casually deactivated KIT might be lurking, and might try it again, irritated Blindspot. Humans. Absolutely no respect for non-organic life. He would stick close to KITT today, keeping an eye out. He couldn’t imagine his superiors disapproving of putting another upstart human in his place.
(Would you like to initiate a minor timeskip? I would kind of like to RP the at-night beach scene before Tex shows up--I figure it’ll be a good chance for KITT and Blindspot to exchange their respective philosophies and get to know each other a little better.)
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Post by KI3T on Jan 5, 2012 16:42:00 GMT -5
((Yeah I don't mind at all :3. Would you like to have Tex show up at some point during then? A night scene would be cool since Cira wouldn't know what is going on until she was called, but obviously you can have a say in it since we're not at that point yet.))
KITT would nod if he could. He thought about Blindspot's initial response and wondered why he purged his hacking abilities. Perhaps he just figured he would seldom use them and didn't see a point. <"Indeed. and I suppose as a medic you do not need much hacking unless you were asked to reprogram someone/something...Everyone is different.">
Several hours later after briefly reuniting with Cira and sharing information about KITTs research, they had separated once again once Cira decided to search for a hotel to stay at before they debated changing locations or calling on the C130 again to go home. They mutually agreed it was too soon to give up since KITT was beginning to find leads on Jack, but information on the projects he might be involved in were well covered. So he had to search for each separately, but finding information on latest technological military advancements were always a stickler. Hacking classified information/websites were always difficult. When Mike's tattoo had been scanned randomly on his hood as he leaned on him way back when, KITT had been unable to hack that information, and later when they tried to locate the file, it seemed as though it had never been scanned, only a scan of his tattoo showed up. Unaware to Mike and KITT however, the removal of the file was probably Alex Torres's doing (in the end, he was one of those that worked directly with Jack).
On the flip side regarding Jack, KITT had been able to access banking information, which would show them his latest transactions and he could alert FLAG if any large sums of money were moved, after kneading out the bank information with a little effort, he was able to locate Jack's phone numbers -- or, one of them. Jack was definitely active.
More on that later. For now KITT was looking forward to relaxing by the seaside. He hadn't done that in a while. Perhaps he would go for a dive for a little it, then return to park near Blindspot or drive around if he wanted to. KITT hadn't been out on the water in a long time, he missed it greatly. Furthermore, he had never used his submersible mode at night before.
As KITT approached the beach he looked for easy access off the road onto the beach, some areas were very steep drops and he certainly didn't want to deal with 'falling in style'. He looked for areas where the ground evened out as he drove and gradually reached sea level. Some areas were guarded by rail, others were open - not far away from the agreed upon coordinates.
KITT transformed into his 4x4 mode for a bit as he accelerated towards the water, to avoid getting his chassis scraped up by the rocks (that was always uncomfortable now that he was more sensitive to physical pain). Sand flew up as he accelerated and as soon as half of his wheels were deep enough in the water, he transformed into the submarine mode, which looked a fair bit like the Mustang, only more suited for the water and his frame was more enclosed to keep his interior waterproof.
The front of the hood and grill area changed significantly and became more streamlines. The dual headlights disappeared and a single powerful headlight lit up the dark murky water. With the aid of build in Night Vision, KITT had no trouble moving around any random rises in the ground, and as he moved farther out once completely submerged, it wasn't really an issue. He listened to some rock music as he moved along, going several hundred feet deep when he became occupied watching schools of fish and other animals on the ocean floor move about. So fascinating! It was a world all on its own...
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Post by blindspot on Jan 5, 2012 17:21:07 GMT -5
Blindspot spent some of the rest of the day following KITT, but he occasionally drove off on his own, always with an explanation and the proper farewell. He saw KITT by chance several times during the day, usually at a stop light, and he would always rev his engine in greeting before continuing on his way. Once, in doing this, he accidentally challenged a nearby driver to an impromptu street race, which he readily accepted, zooming off down a broad thoroughfare. He lost, but only because he got caught by a red light. He saw any variety of interesting things during the day, but perhaps the most interesting of all was the thing he didn’t see. He was waiting for yet another red light (for someone used to long stretches of Texas road, these infernal red lights were absolutely infuriating), his engine rattling as he idled outside of a small corner café. A man was sitting at one of the tables. He was well-dressed, but curiously chose to wear sunglasses even indoors. He was sipping at a mug of herbal tea and idly scanning the latest newspaper. He appeared to be of mixed Asian descent, and was reasonably handsome without being eye-catchingly so, with a dark complexion and thick, wavy hair, which was nearly trimmed and brushed back. When he heard the rattling of the car outside he paused, frowned, and looked to the window. His frown immediately turned into a sly smile. Without a word, he grinned and watched Blindspot drive off. Eventually, after a leisurely lunch, he left, clambering into his own car, a sleek blackish purple thing of indeterminate manufacture. As night fell, Blindspot explored the ins and outs of Bari to his heart’s content. It was nothing like the chaotic neon sprawl of Las Vegas, but it was still quite pretty, especially framed against such natural beauty. He was happy enough to leave it all for the beach, though, rolling up to a sand-strewn parking lot near the ocean’s shore. He stopped, cut his headlights, and quieted his engine as much as he was able, and for the first fifteen minutes, he simply listened to the sea. It was a soft sound, but a vast sound, rhythmic and hypnotic, like a slow heartbeat. He deactivated all of his alternate vision modes, simply looking out into the blackness, where only the occasional glint of starlight could be seen on the shifting waves, leaving him alone with nothing but that endless rushing waters. The shrugging of the sea was the beat of this living world. It made Blindspot feel a sudden, aching emptiness somewhere in his Spark, a plaintive homesickness for a world he had never known. The feeling lingered, but was washed away, as everything was, by the movement of the tide. What a strange place this planet Earth was. What a strange, complex, wonderful place. They had all of them ended up here by chance, but Blindspot did not regret it. He had been on the planet for a few years now, but it was only in that moment that the drone started to think of Earth as home. He shifted through the radio stations available to him. He didn’t want to be left alone in the dark with nothing but the humbling sigh of the ocean. He had no idea where KITT was, but they had not set a strict time to meet up. Hopefully everything was okay with him--if he didn’t show before too long, Blindspot resolved to go looking for him. He located a station playing classical, and let it play softly through his interior and out of his cracked windows. It was a very calming song, some soft piano piece (in fact a song called Awakening by Michael Alex Harrison and The Lawrence Gallery). While KITT explored the ocean, Blindspot very simply did something that he rarely ever accomplished. He relaxed.
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Post by KI3T on Jan 5, 2012 19:27:09 GMT -5
For about another half hour, KITT meandered around in the depths of the ocean, moving at about 45 to 50 mph with or against currents. After a while he gradually turned around and began to resurface slowly. About a quarter mile out from the shore, his roof was just a foot above the surface of the water until he got closer.
As he got closer, his form slowed down a few miles per hour but kept an even speed at thereafter so it wasn't nudged by the current. The black form was hard to see against the dark, moonlit water. But when the scanner emerged and he transformed once all four wheels were in the sand, he would be easier to notice. He was covered in sea weed, but he wasn't worried about that. KITT was more worried about getting enough grip on the wet sand as he moved, so he tried to keep a good pace going so he could slide right onto rougher, more solid ground. He felt his rear tires slip a little bit but otherwise he was able to keep moving without a hitch.
He scanned the coast line for Blindspot and his signal, and was able to lock onto it in a reasonable amount of time. He remained in the black Mustang Shelby Cobra form until he had to cross over a steeper incline to get to the parking space, and that was when he shifted into his 4x4 mode again. He then turned on his brights for the time being once he was clear of the water. Sensing Blindspot nearby, he hoped he would still be there and not get impatient and leave the area.
"Good evening." He greeted as he approached in the black double cab F140 mode.
Inwardly he felt quite refreshed. Outwardly, his casual, calm attitude was in place, he didn't seem any different mood wise than he had earlier in the day. It was an every day thing for KITT. There was rarely a time where he wasn't calm.
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Post by blindspot on Jan 5, 2012 19:39:08 GMT -5
Because Blindspot had most of his sensory equipment disabled, he didn’t notice KITT until he saw something black and sleek breaking the wrinkled surface of the water. Immediately his engine rumbled to life and he began to back away, alarmed and not knowing what to expect--but in another instant the sight of the hypnotic scanners reassured Blindspot that this odd apparition was, in fact, KITT. He watched the other claw his way free of the ocean and then clamber near, not sure whether he should just be puzzled or amused. He settled for a mixture of the two.
He waited patiently to be joined, and gave his harsh, rasping chuckle at the nonchalant greeting. “Good evening to you as well. You know how to make an entrance, KITT.” He had not used his voice nearly all day. “I would ask what you had been occupying yourself with recently, but I think I know.”
He settled back on his wheels, relaxed, and turned his attention towards KITT. “Would you like me to get those for you?” He was referring, of course, to the seaweed. Blindspot still assumed that KITT had no way of cleaning himself without human assistance. He half-raised a few of his plates along his transformation seams, breaking up his normally-sleek outline to indicate his willingness to assist the other.
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Post by KI3T on Jan 5, 2012 20:09:25 GMT -5
"I do not find the seaweed particularly bothersome, but that would be nice. Thank you." KITT replied as his currently larger figure settled there, shifting into a different paint job, just in case. He shifted back into the pearly white color he had used earlier, changing up the license plate once again into a completely random set of letters and numbers.
"It is a pleasant night. So is the water." he added simply as he studied the beautiful dark, moonlit horizon of the ocean. He surveyed the skies which were relatively clear with a few patches of alto stratus clouds now and then followed by some much more stringy cirrus clouds about 34,000 to 40,000 feet up. When the clouds weren't in the way, the stars shone brightly, and there were billions to look at.
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Post by blindspot on Jan 6, 2012 2:06:55 GMT -5
Blindspot waited for KITT to get settled, and the other vehicle’s brief momentary height advantage was lost as, in a whirring of glinting plates, Blindspot shifted out of his alt mode. He took a step back, knelt, and then carefully bent over KITT’s now-white form. Nobody would fault KITT if he tensed up as the Decepticon reached for him with his wicked talons, but Blindspot was quite careful. He had taught himself how to be gentle, and how to heal instead of harm with those claws. Unless KITT flinched noticeable or shifted, he wouldn’t feel so much as a scrape--just the smooth slide of plucked seaweed against his drying frame.
Blindspot tilted his head slightly as he worked. “I agree.” He paused for a moment to glance up at the endless sprawl of stars, before he returned his attention to his task, carefully easing a fringed tendril from where it had jammed under one of KITT’s front tires. The drone’s touch was so gentle that he wasn’t even tearing the seaweed, or at least not by accident. “I was listening to the water before you arrived. It’s a very simple thing, the movement of water, but on such a scale… it’s more than a little humbling.”
With a deft flick of a finger, Blindspot sliced through a loop of the tangled stuff, pulled it free, and tossed it aside, moving next to pluck some sort of leafier variety from where it was dangling from KITT’s tailgate. “I was thinking that it sounded like the beat of a Spark--or, well, a normal Spark, anyway.” Blindspot’s own had a curiously irregular, arrhythmic beat, which KITT would be able to sense out of the drone’s close proximity.
“I suppose that’s a bit foolish,” Blindspot admitted, giving another grinding chuckle. “But… I don’t know.” he paused for a moment, putting his head to one side, and then making a grand, sweeping gesture out at the shifting waters. “It just reminds one of how alive this place is. It is simply full of… of vitality.” He shook his head slowly, and continued to stare out at the ocean for a moment. It was so unlike what he vaguely remembered of Cybertron in the first days after his activation.
Perhaps feeling a bit embarrassed at the raw emotion behind his confession, Blindspot’s shoulders hunches and he reached for another scrap of seaweed, this one dangling off KITT’s rear-view mirror. “I suppose it just means that Earth is starting to grow on me,” he said with an almost exaggerated casualness. Getting emotional wasn't common in the Decepticon ranks, and especially not for Blindspot, who spent much of his time simply alone.
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