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[terraformed_spaceruler]

"You have reached Terra, the leader of the Stardroids.  If you are planning to contact me in any way, please leave a message with your name, network ID, and purpose and I will get back to you whenever possible . . . if I choose to do so on my own accord, that is.  Make your move."

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[murdersgeorg]

You're an embarrassment. Committing grievous violence on your first day here, in front of a witness no less? And then getting emotional when you were immediately and predictably imprisoned for it?

Amateur.

UN | SRN-001

[terraformed_spaceruler]

[Terra almost huffs out an indignant and rather tired noise, and he’s almost lucky that whoever is hiding behind an anonymous pseudonym isn’t there to see his reaction. Not that it matters if being anonymous makes one a nobody online. Anyway —]

And how would you know this? For a nobody who thinks they can get away with insulting the Stardroid leader, you’re also quite cowardly to hide behind an anonymous pseudonym.

If you wanted to call me an amateur to my face, you might as well show yourself before I end the conversation here and there. I have no use talking to cowards like you; it’s no fun not being able to see you then.

[murdersgeorg]

Oh dear oh no the whiny, witless wonder called me names :( How awful :( You've convinced me. I'll change my ways, fall for this insultingly obvious ploy, and then purge every ounce of intel I have because I'm just so worried about weaklings, just like you :(

Tell me, were your creators in such a hurry to abandon you that they forgot to install you with a spinal strut?

[terraformed_spaceruler]

The creators of my fellow brothers and I are already long gone. You clearly do not have a defined purpose in choosing to interact with me. A shame that nothing productive has come out of this conversation, so I will leave you with this.

Terra (@SRN-001) has blocked you.

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[OOC: The credit for the HTML "this user has blocked you" notification code goes to tessisamess on insanejournal!]

[Action]

[thepurpleone]

[It's all timing, really. And while Donnie has been keeping his outings from his room to a minimum, he's at least finally decided that self-imposed isolation wasn't going to solve anything.

Bass had been nice enough to visit him earlier on, and while Donnie knows him to be resilient, he figures he can return the favor. What he doesn't expect is to see Terra stepping out of his weird friend's room.

All at once Donnie's on edge. Bass had never particularly shared much information about his relationship with Terra, but then even someone as emotionally inept as Donnie can tell there's no love lost between the two when it's someone like Bass. He'd yelled. A lot.

Terra's limp says much. The door damage says a lot more. And while Donnie doesn't think Terra can possibly best the loudmouth, Bass might have still been recovering.

Eyes narrowing, Donnie sweeps a hand over his wrist, tapping at a button on the holoscreen that comes up. That should take care of cameras...

It's not from ground level that Donnie comes, but from above, and walking on down the wall until he's above Terra.]

What. Did. You. Do.

[There's steel in the turtle's voice, and once Terra locates him he'll find a glare to match. Paired with the new appendages that seem to be coming from out of the boy's soft shell, it's an entirely different air that Donatello bears.]

[terraformed_spaceruler]

[A shame that Terra couldn’t teleport all the way to the medibay as he hoped, given his grievous foot injury that he has received from Bass of all Robot Masters. Mega Man, he can totally handle just fine, but for Bass?]

[Upon taking a brief stop at the Observatory room, Terra found himself hurtling across the entire room before crashing right into one of the walls. He let out a subdued curse in his ancient language. He cannot handle Bass, and tragically not as well as he did way back when he first met him.]

[Terra hissed through his teeth, the wound through one of his feet aching like hell. But before he could even tend to his foot, Terra’s audial picked something up and he looked above him. He couldn’t help chuff out a strained chuckle.]

Well, well — we meet again, Donatello. You’ve changed … quite a lot since the last time we’ve seen each other. And don’t tell me you haven’t ignored what I was trying to warn you about — did the antlered Megatron do this to you?

[thepurpleone]

[Donnie doesn't even flinch at the name drop.]

There are worse things then Megatron out there.

[Tck, tck, tck, the sharp points of his spidery appendages find footholds somehow as he comes a little lower.]

You didn't answer my question.

[terraformed_spaceruler]

[Terra’s smile drops slightly.] Ah. [Now looking off to the side, not bothering to glare back at Donatello.] Some of the R2 denizens mentioned meeting or hearing about some of the Stardroids who live in this particular universe. If they did that to you — I would frankly find it abhorrent of them to force such a change on you.

[Terra then took a glance at those legs.] It looks horrible on you, but I’m getting off the subject so I will ask you this — are you referring to that Robot Master I’ve dealt with earlier? Didn’t realize you’ve admired him that much despite his … worse qualities.

Video, UN: Missingno

[hub_network]

A video call popped up with a chime for Terra from somebody with the username Missingno. Answering the call made a rectangular video screen pop up containing Hub and his uncomfortable expression.

"Terra..." Hub started to say, then trailed off as his brows bunched in thought. He then hunched into one side of the screen with a sigh, and tapped the screen. "I want to sit with you. Can I come out? Talking through a screen feels different, now, it doesn't get all of the..." He frowned down for a moment, struggling to find a way to communicate how odd it felt now that the way he'd communicated his entire life up to this point suddenly felt inadequate.

"It's better when I can sit with you, that's all."

UN | SRN-001; replying to Missingno

[terraformed_spaceruler]

Terra simply blinks in surprise upon getting a video call. Huh. After a brief moment of consideration, he eventually answers the call and his facial expression contorts into immediate recognition.

". . . Hub?" Terra managed to stutter out, not even bothering to hide the fact that is rather incredulous at this sudden development, "H-How did you find me?"

The question should've came in later, but given how tech-savvy the NetNavi appears to be . . . it wouldn't have been any more surprising if he really was that observant. After listening to Hub's request, Terra contemplates on it for a slightest moment. He notices the way the NetNavi frowns, as if he wasn't used to such a format of socialization. Or felt like he has to come out now.

Terra then squints, his look of neutrality thinly veiling over his sudden concern for . . . a stranger?

"Is something the matter, Hub?" Terra finds himself asking, "You look . . . unwell today."

[hub_network]

Hub blinked back at Terra for a moment, startled himself at the question. Right. He hadn't explained anything at all, had he? "I'm sorry," he said with an apologetic smile that was still very genuine. "That wasn't very helpful, was it? Let me start over. I was talking to the programs from all over the ship today like I always do," he started. "It's just polite, and-" 'And if I can't be a part of the communities and observer to Lan's family from back home anymore, it only sense to try to find out what a beginning looks like with the ones here,' he thought but didn't say, "And they..."

He shifted, searching for more words, better words. "Nothing is the matter with me, I just... I'm worried for you. I know things feel out of your control here and you don't like it, so... this can be in your control. You don't have to talk to me, or I don't have to sit with you if we do talk. I just think..."

He smiled again, a single dimple creasing his cheek. "...I thought maybe we both need somebody to sit with today, even if we say nothing at all."

[terraformed_spaceruler]

"It's alright now, Hub," Terra said simply, holding a hand up to pause the NetNavi in his rambling. He could sense how awfully tense Hub is feeling, and it pricks right into his core.

He then works his jaw for a moment. It's not something he would say unless it concerns the livelihoods and statuses of his fellow brothers in war, but for Hub . . .

"You can talk to me however you like. Whatever makes you comfortable, I will hear you out as is."

Hopefully, it calms Hub down. He desperately needs it.

Action: Some time after all the troublemaking!

[eventfriends]

[ When all is said and done, and Terra's started more fights then he probably should and hopefully seen to his damaged foot, when he's finally fit to return to whatever room he's decided to occupy...

There's a pink envelope on the floor. It's addressed to Terra in very cute handwriting.

Inside the letter is also on pink paper and there are little pictures of cute cartoon squids in the margins.

It reads... ]

Hi Cousin! ♥

I've heard a LOT about you. Most not very good if I'm gonna be honest! I'm willing to cut you some slack though because I think we could be useful to one another!

I can give you what you've been looking for ~w^

If you're interested... let's chat! But not on your little ship. It has all these nasty alarms that prevent most outsiders from entering unannounced!

RUDE! >3<

So I've prepared some transportation! YAY! ^O^

Head to the shuttle bay, dock number 3!

Hope to see you soooooon~♥♥♥

Maho'sho

[terraformed_spaceruler]

[Terra's jaw tightens, his grip trembling slightly as the piece of paper begins to crumple. He has heard about the Stardroids of this universe, so having who appears to be one themself contact him directly made him feel . . . he shouldn't say it, right?]

[Wary? Relieved? A secret third thing that he hasn't pieced together? If Terra was right about one thing, he could potentially meet those of his own kin. But it wouldn't feel the same as having his fellow brothers back at home. Could he potentially trust Maho'sho with her honeyed offers? Especially if she was somehow able to figure out what he did on board?]

[Unless . . . he could use this as an opportunity to dig up on them! He has heard about some parts of the ship's familiarity with those Stardroids, and being one himself is the very advantage he so desperately needed!]

[Taking a look back, Terra immediately teleports himself right into the shuttle bay and finds himself on dock number 3. Whatever risk he is taking, he is going to have a lot to explain either way.]

[eventfriends]

[ There doesn't seem to be anything particularly obvious in the shuttle bay. Just Shuttles and a few cleaning drones plodding along on their predetermined paths, sweeping up dust and space debris that drifts in.

Minutes go past and it's almost enough to wonder if it's all been some cruel prank... until a familiar little voice pipes up behind him. ]

Hiiiii~! Sorry I'm late! I was having lunch! Plus I didn't know when you'd get here.

[ It's the tiny pocket sized sprite like little robot Terra met on his very first day here. He fits one more corn chip in his mouth and crumples up the snack sized bag (feast sized for him) and tosses it in the path of a cleaning drone. ]

Are you ready to leave?

[ He crunches enthusiastically. ]

I will warn you! My sister will probably kill you! Like 99 out of hundred chance. You're from another world so you'll just pop alive back out of that magic space bridge after but I'm sure it's not a fun experience.

[terraformed_spaceruler]

[Terra recognizes that voice. Upon turning around, the Stardroid leader spots Prion and smirks at him.]

Oh, why isn't it you again. [His voice isn't as condescending as it used to be, but a remnant of it remains.] Didn't expect you to show up again after you snuck right inside my mane, but here you are.

[He then crouches down to Prion's level, his facial expression slowly becoming more serious as he took out the sheet of folded paper and waves it at him.] So, about this letter — you either work for Maho'sho and her fellow Stardroids or you are one of them.

Either way, you know too much for your own good and I wouldn't be surprised if you gave me the letter so you can have your precious leader obliterate me where I stand. And besides, how would you know if the Space Bridge malfunctions and I don't come back to her? Hasn't she tried contacting me through the network first? Feels quite the rushed meeting, if you know what I mean.

TEXT || UN: DR_DELICATE_TOUCH

[orangerazzmatazz]

Heard u've been messing with my brothers. >:[

UN | SRN-001; replying to DR_DELICATE_TOUCH

[terraformed_spaceruler]

And you are —?

[Wait. Hold up. Is this —?]

[Terra immediately dies inside, the hostility dropping right into fear as he stared stupidly at the text. Donatello didn't say how many brothers he had, now didn't he? Anyway —]

Do I know you? Bold of you to come into my inbox like this. I'm sure medical professionals like you don't act so brazenly forward towards people they barely know for a day or two. Or should I say . . . a mere millisecond?

Re: UN | SRN-001; replying to DR_DELICATE_TOUCH

[orangerazzmatazz]

You don't know me, but you're about to. Donnie says you're good now, so I'm choosing not to hunt you down. But don't think I didn't see that bruising.

You're on thin ice mister. Don't touch my brothers.

[A moment and then another message.]

Also, totally NOT a doctor dude.

[Action]

[thepurpleone]

[It doesn't matter where Terra is aboard the ship; if Donnie really wants to find someone, he will. But he's not completely tactless so he's not going to corner the guy anywhere that isn't public.

Once he does find the Stardroid, he drops down in front of him.]

TERRA!

[terraformed_spaceruler]

[Donatello’s sudden appearance didn’t even faze Terra the slightest. It did halt him in his steps, however, so maybe it did do something to him.]

[The usual cocky and oh-so dramatic bravado is no longer there, his posture almost slumped over as Terra blankly stared back. The wound on his chest was luckily mended, but the oil on his clothes served as the remnant of Zero’s attempt on his — to protect Rock.]

[Terra then clenched his fists at his sides, his jaw set.]

Ah. It’s you again. [His voice was too quiet. What is the point of sassing Donatello back if he has constantly proven himself to be something so much more than he expected out of him?]

Rock told you everything, hasn’t he?

[Terra lets out a quiet noise.]. I can see that he trusts you a lot more. It’s good to have someone who relies on you that much, Donatello.

[thepurpleone]

[Donnie at least listens. He may not understand the thoughts and emotions behind Terra's demeanor, but even he can notice that something's off, and it's not difficult to guess that it might be due to the earlier confrontation.

He sighs.]

A summary. He left out most of the details, I'm sure. I had to ask specifically to get him to say something more.

I don't question your reasoning but I severely question your methods.

Audio, UN: P3RF3C710N

[binary_runaway]

[A roughened growling rasp of voice clicks on as the next message in Terra's voicemail]

Oh sweet, great, your voicemail confirmed your name. Terra. Hi. I'm Nova Storm, and I'm not thrilled! I'm extremely fragging cheesed off actually, thank for asking! Been a bit preoccupied lately and off the ship to be aware that you've been prancing around terrorizing basically every AI and kid we've got, but I sure do know, now!

I've gotten the impression you're an AI of some kind yourself and probably got as fucked up an upbringing as they all got, so you're gonna get a tiny bit of slack here, so this is what's gonna happen. You're gonna a) SLAGGING CUT THAT SHIT OUT RIGHT THIS SECOND, RIGHT NOW b) if you feel angry or scared or whatever it is that gets your aft port in a twist, go to the training room or blow up asteroids or whatever like the rest of us and c) most importantly, are you listening, you will message one of the therapists on board and start attending regular appointments.

You want to stay out of the brig and stop hurting people? That's how. So look up Rung, Ratchet, Krok, or Knock Out and talk out your shit. Those last two in particular will get it real well. They've been there.

I don't want to hear about you hurting another kid who's barely been alive long enough to have the shine wear off. We've all got issues. Stop letting yours take the wheel.

[She hangs up without another word and shrieks into her hands until her voicebox crackles into static]

[terraformed_spaceruler]

[Terra doesn’t even answer to Nova Storm’s spiel. As much as he wanted to quip back at her, deep down he knows she is right … but that doesn’t mean that she has every right to think she is above him to rant at him as such.]

[Eventually, he decides that Nova Storm deserves some form of response back. Even if a lot more terse than it should be.]

I do not know what exactly you are talking about to warrant such a reaction, [Don't lie to yourself, Terra. You know what you’ve done.] but if you are referring to Rock — I haven’t even spoken to him since the past couple of days. It’s what he would’ve wanted. It’s what Zero would’ve wanted. And chances are, if you are familiar with him, it would’ve been what you would’ve wanted.

And after everything … why should I go back inside the medibay? Everyone knows what I’ve done, so I might as well not draw anymore attention to it.

… anything else you would like to add, Nova Storm?

[binary_runaway]

[Nova immediately replies back with a sharp noise obviously meant to sound like a loud WRONG buzzer]

Nope, no, nuh uh, stop. I'm not just talking about that and you know it. I'm not even gonna give that the time of day. It wasn't just once. I'm not talking about one misunderstanding that yeah, you went overboard on, but if you assume --which I do-- that you were given a fucked up lens to look at the rest of existence with, then yeah. I can see it making a weird sorta sense.

But no. It wasn't once. You've been running around ripping off limbs and threatening everybody who looks sideways at you, and then you're shocked somebody recognized that as you tearing yourself to pieces as much as everybody else?

Just... [She blew out a deep sigh through her vents] Just listen, okay? I'm not the one best suited for this probably --definitely-- but I'm the one doing it. I try to look after the AI on board, and that includes you, asshole. I want you to not crumble like I did just because you had a terrible start to life that twisted your mind into knots. However old you are? You're brand new by how we measure things. And you don't deserve to stew in suffering somebody made you hold.

And... look, I'm gonna start therapy up myself, soon. You think I want to? You think I don't know everybody knows I'm broken in the head? But I'll do it anyway, and I'm dragging you up with me, cause somebody should.

Just... [Another sigh, and her voice goes quieter, sounding more tired] I know it sounds like the worst. Like you're expected to fail, so why not dive facefirst into it, and take them out with you? I get it. And I don't want that for you. So quit making excuses and leave a message for one of the therapists, okay?