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| - Florida Florida is much more than just beaches and palm trees. Historical sites, lush forests, collections of fine art, professional sports and attractions ranging from large theme parks to small zoos and museums are just the beginning in this ethnically diverse state. Nevertheless, the ocean is never more than 50 miles away, either the jewel-green waters and sugar-white beaches of the Gulf of Mexico to the west, or the golden beaches and rolling waves of the blue Atlantic to the east. Unfortunately, water, water everywhere also makes Florida the state most subject to being hit by hurricanes. Tourism is the leading industry, followed by agriculture (such as oranges and other citrus fruits) and the manufacturing of electrical, electronic, and transportation equipment. Coldwar transforms mid-flight after entering into the Florida airspace, and with speed does his form descend like a rock through the cloud cover and onto the swampy glades below. A heavy thud still sounds, followed by a splash as water and earth are lifted upward and outward at his impact. The Decepticon’s ruby red optics scan to the left and then to the right before panning over the lubricated landscape. Alone thus far- he begins to mach his way steadily through the beautiful marshland. Sit-Com is playing in the ocean! Ok, not exactly the ocean, but he's playing on the beach. Making a sandcastle on a sandbar that stretches into the water. Slowly he drips wet sand from a hole he's dug, to make shapes and spires like stalagmites and stalactites, building arches and bridges and walls. Andi Lassiter sits in a lounge chair on the beach within easy eyeshot of Sit-Com. She DID accompany him out here, after all. Jayson Redfield is currently in a white tanktop and denim shorts, which gives a clear view of the phoenix tattoo on his leg. His goggles hang around his neck. He also is barefoot and playing in the sand with Sit-Com, trying to assist in making the sandcastle. Coldwar is relatively difficult to miss, at least for anyone that is milling about on the beach. In turn, Sit-Com is quick to fall into the Decepticon's line of sight, and his Frostbite Cannon is immediately aimed in the mech's direction. Silent, still, observing...Coldwar makes no move to attack, but rather assess the situation. When he finally notices that what he's looking at is a Junkion, the weapon is lowered slightly. "Neutral unit," he starts, his tone even and cool as ever. "DEC-511," he introduces himself before lifting one hand to indicate a lack of aggression. Sit-Com notices the Decepticon and then glances nervously at Jayson. "Hmmm, this looks awkward," he says. He turns his attention back to Coldwar. "Ahoy, stranger. What brings you to Gilligan's Island? Cast away?" He hopes the Decepticon isn't here to smash his sandcastle and kick sand in his optics. Coldwar nods once to Sit-Com, seeming to find his response welcoming rather than antagonistic or defensive- a good sign. "Negative. I have come to grid Epsilon with purpose," he states simply before continuing to march closer so that he is no longer buried waist deep in seawater. The moment the tide rests below his knee joints the Decepticon does however come to a halt. "You are known as a Junkion, correct?" inquires the Soldier. Andi Lassiter startles at the new voice and sits up, then sighs as she recognizes the mech. Not again. She gets up out of her chair and walks over to join Sit-Com and Jayson. Sit-Com is relieved that this Decepticon doesn't seem hostile, at least for the moment. He'd fight to protect Jayson and Andi if necessary, so he's still on his guard. "Affirmatory. I am a Junkion. Sit-Com's the name. And who's our new Guest Star?" He quietly wonders what Coldwar is up to. Jayson Redfield gets to his feet and stares at the Decepticon. Now here's one he hasn't seen before. He glances to Sit-Com, and then looks back up at Coldwar. At least this one doesn't seem aggressive. "What he said. Just who are you?" Coldwar nods curtly to Sit-Com once more when the Junkion confirms his status and offers his name. "DEC-511," the Soldier replies- offering the serial identification tag again as if that was his actual name. "Understand..." he begins again, only to peer toward the pair of humans- one of which he remembers, yet for the moment the only attention that he pays either comes in the form of a brief yet respectful nod. "Understand that I am here in an official capacity, however with negative Autobot presence I will respectfully remain neutral in action. I wish to know, unit Sit-Com- what is the status of the Junkion automatons in correspondence with the Autobot Rebellion?" Sit-Com hmmms. "That's a name?" he wonders, "Sounds more like a serial number to me. Well, I'm not exactly the Ambassador from Junkion, y'understand, I'm just the hired help. You wanna know whether we and the Autobots are like All in the Family, or Perfect Strangers?" Andi Lassiter decides to follow Sit-Com's example. "My name is Andrea Lassiter." She doesn't offer Jason's name, that's up to him. "Do you have a name?" "And I'm Jayson Redfield," the blonde youth offers. Not that he really thinks Coldwar cares--he's just trying to be polite. Coldwar is none too familiar with the television series All in the Family, nor is he familiar with the series Perfect Strangers, which delays his response for some time. Pondering the words used by the Junkion for several moments the Decepticon finally nods. "...Yes. In my dealings with those of your apparent archetype I have not been on the receiving end of any hostile action, yet I have observed a camaraderie between your unit type and the Autobots. Are you allies, unit Sit-Com, or a neutral body?" At the question posed by Andi, Coldwar tilts his head a bit further downward, and then to the left to view Jayson. "Copy that, humans...Andi, and Jayson. DEC-511 is my name in the field." Sit-Com scratches his head. "We're the best of friends," he says, "After all, someone's gotta play Captain Planet and make sure the pretty beaches and awesome forests are kept pristine. And the World kept safe for Teevee. Do you watch Teevee?" Andi Lassiter says, "DEC five one one. That's kind of a mouthful for a name. You can't think of anything ... simpler? More descriptive?" Coldwar lifts his optics quickly, his hardened gaze coming to rest upon Sit-Com. "...Confirm. Your unit-type as a whole are a body hostile to Decepticons?" he asks, apparently the type that wishes to know exactly who his enemies are and who they are not. The Frostbite Cannon within the Soldier's grip seems to react in that moment, as a hissing stream of nova-blue mist suddenly finds itself ejected from tiny exhaust slits along the weapon barrel. "DEC-Five-eleven," Coldwar replies to Andi in an ice-cold tone, his gaze remaining locked onto Sit-Com. "My alternate appellation is reserved for comrades, and friends, unit Andi." Andi Lassiter narrows her eyes at the Decepticon. "And the nickname 'Andi' is reserved for MY comrades and friends. Where did you hear it?" Jayson Redfield is glad that Andi's not glaring at *him*... "I'm hostile to anyone who would rid the world of TV," Sit-Com says, "I think you Decepticons would do well to have a sit down in front of the tube and soak in some good sit-coms." He points to his wrist-TV, which is currently showing an episode of Two and a Half Men. "Look, listen, laugh." The automated laugh track build into Sit-Com goes off, letting out a moment of canned laughter. Coldwar lurches as he suddenly shifts his attention to Andi. "What do you mean, unit Andi?" he asks, blinking once at the woman- his gaze still hard as ever. "I refer to you as unit Andi. The name that you just gave to me," he offers, a little confused before the Decepticon stiffens and brings a hand to his 'throat' area. "Ah, I see... I am still damaged," he notes out loud. "A battle with an Autobot has caused periodic errors in my speech. They are random... Apparently your name is a trigger. I mean no disrespect, unit Andi." Sit-Com is regarded in turn, and the Decepticon shakes his head. "Negative, I do not know of tee-vee..." he begins before tightening his grip on his weapon as Sit-Com moves closer. Slowly but surely the Soldier lowers his guard when he notices the moving pictures on the device, and deciding that it is not a threat he watches. "..." Olive and Sand colored Cybertronian Tetrajet is patrolling the southeastern US... patrolling and stewing over his recent brainwashing incident. At least he didn’t get blasted into pieces for it from his leader. Back to normal the Seeker set out for patrol over this area and idly realizes all the chan chatter has to do with this area. Mmm, guess he will find out soon enough. Andi Lassiter glances at Jayson when the Decepticon admits to having incurred some damage. She doesn't admit it aloud, but if the kid weren't here, she'd offer to try and help the mech as he's only ever been civil in her presence. But, she didn't exactly arrive prepared with medkit in hand. Sit-Com grins. Oh, if he's hooked this Decepticon on TV, it will be a great victory. On the screen, Charlie is arguing with his brother: Coldwar watches the scene play out between the two human males, his gaze completley fixed on the screen as he tries to make heads or tails of the interaction. The laugh track set within the show is about as confusing as the scenarios that the humans are placed in, and for the most part the Decepticon spends the bulk of his evaluation just trying to figure out where the laughter is coming from. "I do not understand... The woman does not know if she is happy (gay), or straight... She is angular, clearly. She seems distraught, therefore not happy... Where is the laughter coming from? Tee-vee... It is confusing." "Keep watching," Sit-Com says encouragingly, "You'll get the hang of it." He grins as the Decepticon is confused by the laugh track. "Canned laughter," he says, "Some sit-coms are filmed before a studio audience. That one is not. So the laughter is just dubbed in." Andi Lassiter raises an eyebrow at the pair of mechs, not yet aware of Windshear's impending arrival. She can only hear tiny snippets of what they're watching, but what she does hear tells her that it's one of those TV shows she never truly understood. She was always more of a sci-fi fan. The sound of twin engines roaring slowly builds through the air and soon a jet obviously not of earth design comes barreling into the area. Windhear runs a scan as he enterse the area and picks up several life readings, both cybertronian and earth. <<"Coldwar.">> he rasps <<"What are you doing here?">> "Canned laughter... That term is oxymoronic. One cannot place laughter within the confines of a can," Coldwar replies, still watching the video clip as Sit-Com explains further. "...Ah, now I copy. The theme of this tee-vee is now clear as well. The gist of the 'joke' is the recurring theme of 'understanding'. The male makes note of understanding to the female, and the female is relaxed." A curt nod is offered, and the Decepticon backs up a step before turning his gaze upon the Junkion. "I see no reason to threaten tee-vee, unit Sit-Com. However, if you are aligned with the Autobots I may be forced to engage you if so ordered. Do you copy?" "That's a ten-four," Sit-Com says, "But why must you fight, when such great things as TV are there for the enjoying?" Andi Lassiter just shakes her head in mild amusement at Sit-Com and turns to walk back toward her shaded lounge chair. Sunburns aren't fun, kids. "Standby," Coldwar states before lifting his gaze to the sky as he receives a message from Windshear, and an IFF identification blip appears on his HUD. <> With that offered to the Seeker not far away, his ruby red optics are returned to Sit-Com. "Those that do not fight die. Survival is always a good reason. My enemy would lay down their arms, grow haggard, rusted, and ultimately perish rather than do what is necessary for Cybertronian kind to continue. That is not noble, nor wise. That is why I fight, unit Sit-Com. Excuse me, I must be going." "Oh," the Junkion says, "Well, ok, so long, and thanks for all the fish. Don't forget to write!" Andi Lassiter can't help but call out her own little bit of silliness as she waves at the departing Decepticon. "Have fun storming the castle!" That'll make his logic circuits fizzle for a while. Olive and Sand colored Cybertronian Tetrajet swings down toward Coldwar and transforms, keeping an eye on the junkion and the familar looking human by the junkion. "Fish? Castle? What are you doing now, Coldwar?" Cybertronian Tetra jet transforms into the pretty boy Decepticon, Windshear. Coldwar nods curtly to Sit-Com and then turns away from the group, pausing in step for a moment as Andi calls out to him. Indeed his logic circuits are going to work, but he doesn't dwell on the words for too long- having been blessed with a functioning processor that at least manages to sum her words up as being a human expression. The Soldier continues on his way for another few meters before leaping out of the waters to transform and bug out of the area. <> Gears grind, pistons pump, and sheets of metallic frame click into place to form a HV-911 Eagle Eye UAV! Windshear pulls back up and snaps into jet mode, "Make up your mind, Coldwar... I still wanna know about the fish..." he mutters as he follows Coldwar. Pretty boy Windshear transforms into a Cybertronian pyramid/Tetrajet. Sit-Com feels more at ease now. He returns his attention to his erstwhile-neglected Sandcastle. He carefully drips more wet sand, adding another layer of wall to it. The construct now looks almost like a creepy version of the Notre Dame Cathedral.
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