Brave Police J-Decker: So~ Recently got into Transformers Shatter Glass and thought 'hmmm
' and this is the result. Enjoy!
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you should be able to figure it out~
Saejima offered for Seiji and his crewmembers to stay at the BP headquarter dormitories, at least until other arrangements could be made. The Brave Police dormitories were comparable to a small apartment complex, each BP with their own private rooms. The BPs kindly offered to double up in order to accommodate their guests for the indefinite period they would be here.
If Seiji was less than thrilled over this agreement, Deckerd was greatly ill-at-ease over it. He wasn't sure why, but Seiji filled him with much disdain. The black and gold roadster was impulsive, crass, offensive, and vulgar. He never seemed regretful of any of his words or actions. In short, Seiji was everything Deckerd wasn't, though the former was no criminal. At least, not that I can prove
The patrol car mused to himself.
He looked up, feeling a hand clap him on the shoulder. "Heya, Slick~" Gunmax greeted, using one of his more recent nicknames for the police cruiser, "What's weighing on ya'?"
Deckerd sighed, considering his next words carefully. Currently, he and Gunmax were the only ones in the Decker Room. Yuuta and the other BPs were either on duty with scheduled patrols, or escorting Seiji and Kenta around the city searching for their other teammates. "I
find my self in doubt of our
"Yeah I figured you don't like Seiji much." The biker-mech said smugly.
"Oh? How did you surmise that?"
"Because I think Seiji is a hoot 'n' a half!" Gunmax cheered, saying the last few words in his American English and laughing a bit at Deckerd's expression.
"Excuse me?" Deckerd and Gunmax both looked up, seeing Mamoru in the doorway, a book in his hands. "I have some inquiries
..if you have a moment??"
"Nothing but time, pull up a chair!" Gunmax urged, sitting down himself. "What's on your mind?"
"Seeing as it's greatly plausible that myself and the others will be here an extended period of time, I decided to research your world and native customs in order familiarize myself with the differences between our two planes of reality." Mamoru paused a moment, seeing Deckerd and Gunmax's expressions, something between shock and disbelief. "What?"
"Let's just say, Drill Boy is not quite as
..well-learned as you are." Deckerd admitted, embarrassed that he had gawked. "I'm sorry, we meant no offense."
"While I appreciate the apology, I am incapable of feeling offended." Mamoru assured.
Gunmax and Deckerd slowly looked at each other, before slowly returning their confused gaze to Mamoru. "When you say, 'incapable'
." Gunmax began, "You mean
you don't. Or
"He means he can't feel offended." Seiji said. He and Duke walked into the room and took a seat, Duke at his station and Seiji at the seat in the corner unofficially appointed as 'his seat'. He propped his feet up on the closest desk, which happened to be Gunmax's, not that the biker cared.
"No luck I take it." Deckerd asked.
Duke shook his helm. "None for the moment, but Seiji believe it is because of his crewmember's inherent distrust of all law enforcement."
"Yeah most of them are probably lyin' low, and have no idea what's going on." Seiji added, his usual smirk seemed somewhat solemn.
Duke nodded. "Now, if we may back up a bit, what did you mean about Mamoru?" The British officer turned to the mech in question. "About you 'can't feel offended'?"
"When a person takes offense, it means that something was said or done to hurt their feelings." Mamoru replied. "I do not take offense because I have no feelings to hurt." Duke, Deckerd and Gunmax all appeared horrified by this and urged him to continue. "My original function was extreme deep-sea exploration and mining. I would be in open seas at depths of five to eleven kilometers for extended periods of time, searching for possible geothermic energy sources or possible mineral deposits." He opened the book in his hands nonchalantly, his vocal tone and body language never changing to emulate any sort of emotion.
.I don't understand." Deckerd said, taken aback at Mamoru's claims. "Why
..how could this have been allowed?"
"My creators felt that emotions would hinder my progress while out at sea." The triple-changer mused, his optics never leaving the open book in his hands. "Being alone in the empty, cold, black void of the deepest oceans for months at a time would no doubt have been detrimental to the stability of my S-AI. Therefore, that programming was deleted from my matrices."
The room was quiet for a long moment, the three BPs too shocked and appalled to form coherent thoughts. Seiji broke the silence with a seemingly apathetic sigh. "I told you, my world isn't so 'hunky-dory' as yours is. What happened to Mamoru isn't uncommon." He leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest. "And it's not near the worst of it all, either."
Before Deckerd or any of the other's could ask what he meant, the phone on McCrane's desk rang loudly. As he was not here at the moment, Gunmax pushed his chair and rolled over to McCrane's work space to pick up the phone. "Yo, this is the Brave
..oh, hey Seia-san McCrane's not here right
.oh he's with you? Cool, so what's
..you found a what? When?.....alright we're on our way." Gunmax assured, hanging up the receiver.
"Gunmax, what is it?" Deckerd asked.
"McCrane, Shadowmaru, and Boss are all at Seia's military compound, where an armored truck with no license plate, no VIN number, and no steering wheel magically showed up in their local motor pool."
Seiji immediately got to his feet. "Does it have tank treads instead of wheels?"
Gunmax shrugged. "Sorry, I didn't ask and the glorious lack of a steering wheel seemed to be a bigger deal to the guys who found it."
"Another possible crew member?" Duke asked. Seiji nodded.
"Alright, then. Seiji, Duke will accompany you to the scene." Deckerd said, not trusting Seiji to go on his own. "Gunmax and I will stay here in case the other Build Team members have any luck while on patrol."
"Aww, why do I have to help baby-sit?" Gunmax said in a high-pitched whine, though his faceplates betrayed a coy smile. He gave Duke a small wave. "Have fun and buy me something~"
" Deckerd sighed again, shaking his head. The biker mech was like a kid who never grew up
.or at least never matured. As Duke and Seiji left, he returned his attention to Mamoru. "I'm sorry; we never got around to your questions. What did you want to ask?"
Mamoru looked up from his research. "Apology accepted. I was simply confused about the orientation of your global map."
Deckerd blinked. "How do you mean?"
Mamoru set the book in his hands onto Deckerd's desk and opened it to a two-page lay out of the world map, with color-coded areas for different countries. "This area here, the 'United States of America'
"That's where I'm from!" Gunmax declared proudly.
Mamoru seemed surprised at this. "Oh?"
"Yeah, I was designed and built in Texas and trained in a lot of the major cities. What do ya' wanna know?"
"When did Great Britain relinquish its control over the country?"
Gunmax, caught off guard by the odd question, had to take a moment before answering. "Well, technically speaking July 4th, 1776 when 'The Declaration of Independence' was signed. But the United States was not 'officially' independent from Great Britain until the Treaty of Paris was signed September 3, 1783 after the American Revolution."
Mamoru made a noise, looking as if he was debating the validity of Gunmax's statement. "Interesting
"Why?" Deckerd asked, not fully understanding the reasoning behind question. "How is that a relevant difference?"
"Where I'm from, there is no 'United States of America'." Mamoru said plainly. "Great Britain suppressed the revolt by the colonists in the 1700s. Today that area and the adjacent northern area, this area called 'Canada', are all one unified country. It is know as the 'United Kingdom Colonial Empire."
"Wait...what!?" Gunmax demanded, but leaned back too far in his seat in shock and fell backwards onto the floor.