I've been pretty quiet doing my civic duty for you all, and I have a pretty good idea of how this goes, but since I'm a people-person in service to you the people, I figured I should poll for your thoughts on this before I submit anything for approval.
If you could write up one law, any law, what would it be?
Mine would be "smartaft replies to this post get summarily executed", by the way, keep that in mind and don't waste my time, okay?
[it is still not decepticon to admit weakness so this post sounds hella jovial]
Next time it looks like I want an all-expenses paid vacation to Cybertron-knows-where, I'm not going to risk it. I'll just book a few days off from whatever it is stressing my processor and do the mountain retreat thing. Or drink.
So. Giving due credit to the planet for an overdue and pretty decent assassination attempt - I think, still a little fuzzy on that, I'll get back to you - what else have I missed? Vandal, how's your flimsy excuse for a house, any stiff breezes take it down yet? Blurr, are you still overworking yourself? Miko, Knock Out, your friends ever turn up? Soundwave, I'm thinking Sinatra? It's human, but nobody's perfect, right?
my robotic angel of the east
i had planned to write a very long and passionate letter detailing my ardor for you, but all words are insufficient to encompass all that i have felt for you in this very short time
to everyone else you are only drift, a robot without a home and with a mysterious past and a mysterious smile and a mysterious ... (i'll fill this in with something else later, maybe that crest?)
but to me, you are everything. you are the light of every star that i see reflected in your hull, and every time i see you i long to tell you everything, but the thought of being rejected is unbearable to me. so i make excuses to see you often, and hope that you will take that first step, instead.
please, i beg you, don't reject me because of my organic state. don't turn away from me in my hour of emotional need. i want you more than i have ever wanted any other being, organic or otherwise, and i could not bear if you didn't at least entertain the possibility of making me yours, and you mine.
in this brave new world so in need of terraforming, drift, you have terraformed my everything.
[Broadcasting perched on an outcropping over a lava flow, seemingly sounding unbothered by the misstep into a sideways universe--first rule of Decepticon Club is never let em know you're scared.]
So, this looks like Cybertron--actually, a lot like the one I just came from. But from my recon, it's either a time, a space, or a time and space displacement.
Little bee, are you here? [elaborating] I'm looking for an Autobot named Bumblebee. About this high--[indicates short, midchest height]--gold, kinda stout. I'll also accept Metalhawk, Wheeljack - Soundwave? How about Prowl, with my luck he's here. [Bueller?]
--For the rest of you, my name is Starscream. Maybe you've heard of me. [and he's smirking a little self-indulgently at the thought. No matter how dangerous or inconvenient it might be to be preknown in a brave new world, it's nice to be important.]
I'm here to help.