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I'm Tex. From what I understand you've been assigned to teach. I am the existing teacher on board, to be joined by you and one other. I was just wondering if you wanted to meet and get a tour of the classroom facilities and library.

considering i dont know where they are probably good

how big are the classrooms

so what kind of nerd are you or did they frag up assigning everybody

I really don't know how to explain the job assignments here, but I like kids okay so I haven't changed. This has nothing at all to do with what I did back when I came from though.

There's one classroom and there's a science lab that Bruce Banner teaches out of if someone wants to learn something complicated.

i like sparklings as much as the next mech but that doesnt mean people normally leave them with me

i normally shoot stuff thats my job

i meant more if its tall enough because that says how im showing up to meet u tex

That makes a difference. The classroom is sized for human activities so I don't know what you want to do about helping.

it just means mini mes gonna be coming for a visit. i havent gotten to run around that way for a while

where do you want to meet up then

At the classroom is fine. I'm already there.

ill see u soon then

keep an eye out for the kid with the eyepatch

[OOC:Action time after this? ]

[ Tex doesn't bother to answer, simply standing by for Whirl to arrive. She's wearing one of the ship's uniforms, rather than her imposing armor, as she doesn't wear the armor to teach. ]

[Luke is sitting in his room, which is conveniently filled with half-built droids; he kind of forgot to think about cleaning those up before he made this transmission.]

Um, hi! My name's Luke Skywalker. We haven't met, but considering... everything that's been going on lately, I think maybe we should.

[ Where Whirl is, is a little less obvious, mostly because he's gone and shoved himself in the corner of the cargo bay. He might be side eyeing the techwork behind you just a little, but it's very hard to tell, what with the...one eye thing.]

Considering what.

[Whirl's voice is particularly more mechanical than the other Cybertronians, and he's not making much effort for inflection at the moment, you caught him on one of his worse days.]

Rewind's helpful little debrief make you nervous?

[ Instead of the giant robot you were probably expecting, the person who pops up around the corner is a short, blue haired girl wearing pigtails and an eyepatch. She's also wearing a pair of overalls and kneesocks. She grins madly as she appears around the doorframe and looks around the room.]

Jeeze. I'm gonna be stuck like this all the time. I'd never fit right in here. My wings would be so cramped.

[She trots on into the room, jamming her ands in her pockets.]

Are you Tex?

[Luke laughs, and makes an effort to make it warm and kind. It doesn't take much effort.] No, not really. Did they tell you I got into a fight with Tarn last month? [He just assumes Whirl knows who Tarn is. Everyone else seems to.]

The debrief made me want to get to know you better. You've got to have a perspective on all this, haven't you?

[He...well, that's probably a laugh, but it's a little mangled sounding.]

Pft. That's a good one. A perspective on what?

[ There's a beat, and Whirl's head tilts, optic cycling larger.]

Wait. You. Got into a fight with Tarn of the Decepticon Justice Devision. That Tarn.

How long did it take you to come back from being squashed?

On all of this! I don't know about you, but I've learned not to learn things secondhand.

[But, uh, Tarn.] I think so, unless there's another Tarn. [There would be, wouldn't there.]

Oh, no, he didn't kill me. He gave me a concussion-- um, that's when our heads get hit so hard it jolt our... internal programming.

[ Whirl sort of clacks his claws together in what is probably clapping for him. It's not like he's got the parts for it, okay. ]

Makes you one better than the boat. And Riptide's probably sturdier than you are.

[He pauses again, and then just looks at Luke for a long moment.]

If you're trying to figure out what makes us tick or some slag, give it a rest.

[He makes a vague gesture with his helm to behind Luke. He sees those parts behind you.]

Even we haven't figured that out yet.

[ It wasn't until Whirl arrived that the penny dropped for Tex—like herself, Whirl could transfer her consciousness from her robot body to a human body. This is something Tex had mostly kept secret, though those who had been paying attention had probably figured it out—but Tex mostly put up the pretense that she actually was human.

She doesn't remark on it, though, just tucks it in her pocket for later. ]

I'm Tex. Nice model.

What-? [Luke turns around to look at the droids, wide-eyed.] No! No, that's just a hobby. It'd be like... taking apart a bantha to make a speeder work better. It's not the same at all.

[He shakes his head.]

I guess if I want you to explain anything, I should explain myself first, though. You see, I'm a Jedi. We're peacekeepers, and I'd like to do my part to keep the peace on this ship. And I don't think that's possible if I don't understand people, their cultures and their perspectives. Does that make more sense?

Isn't it fun?

[Whirl's avatar grins. She cackles and spins on her heel so that she can show off. She'd probably show up as human if someone didn't know otherwise, though she does have very similar body language to the giant bot version, and her hands seem to default to being held like her claws in her other form.

This is...probably the me you're going to see more often. She fits in here better.

[Whirl makes that weird laughing sound again, because that was hilarious, and seems to be enough for him for the moment, at least. Then he stops and his optic narrows again as he seems to think and he fidgets with the seam of claw as he continues.]

Peacekeeper, huh? Are you one of the ship's therapists or something?

[He's still not putting much effort into inflection, so it's a little hard to tell what he thinks about that.]

Oh, no! [He laughs.] I'd make a terrible therapist. We're more like... diplomats, but without governments behind us. It's a little hard to explain without...

[He reaches out with his hand-- a hand Whirl may notice is a mechanical prosthetic-- and concentrates. A few loose screws, a washer, and a spare pen begin to float in the air in a parody of orbit around his wrist.] We have great abilities. We try to use them responsibly.

[Whirl does notice, and it's probably not clear to someone not fluent in Whirl what exactly happens as he notices, because his first thought with missing limbs (and really most things) is violence, the nest thing he thinks about is exactly how long it took him to get used to working with the new hand, and how slagged it probably was to deal with it. As Whirl sort of works through that moment he goes very still, but then actually catches up to what's happening right in front of him, and his optic cycles huge.]

How in the pit are you doing that?

[Though he definitely seems entertained by it.]

[Luke chuckles.] It's something I was born with, but it takes a lot of training. It's complicated-- organic life naturally produces an energy field that certain people like me can interact with. It's a part of everything, even you.

It can be used horribly; it can even hurt people. Part of being a Jedi is swearing to use it peacefully, to help people.

[ The smile is infectious, though Tex doesn't more than smirk. ]

Yeah, I have a similar policy myself.

...Huh.

[Whirl tilts his head, not unlike a giant bird and leans in to get a better look.]

I know a guy you'd get along with, if you believe all that scrap.

[And isn't that the first time he's thought about Drift in a while. Huh.

Whirl's...not a big believer in much anymore, but there's at least something to....some of it. Maybe. Mostly because there are people floating things or time travel or whatever going on that he doesn't understand. He can at least acknowledge that much.]

Is it just for floating things or other stuff?

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