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[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.

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[evenly] That's fine, I don't expect anyone to trust me right away, given my history. [That phrasing was totally intentional, drawing a comparison, there.] Give me a little time and I'll prove myself.

Because I don't want to lose anyone else. --Who's here, besides us?

Everyone deserves a second chance. [Kup had given him his; he was the last to refuse to extend that favor to another. ].

I'm not yours to lose.

[Who else is here? ] Pharma. First Aid. Wing. Healers and honorable mechs. [It's perhaps a hint. Or a warning. Drift will not allow them to come to harm. ]

Uh huh. [He reaches up to rub a neck cable, the first sign of uncertainty he's given. A dismissive venting at that second part--but he doesn't rise to potential bait.]

I'm not going to waste time quibbling over semantics.

Good, healers are good. How are the facilities for repair? Based on the rest of this place, I'm guessing not the greatest.

I won't waste your time. There is no war here. And we need to work together.

[If you can deal with that, that's all Drift cares about. ]

The facilities are more than adequate. [As Drift has discovered himself. ]. You need repairs?

[A diplomatic smile.] Of course we do. That's why I'm offering my help. And I'm not offering to babysit every rogue decepticon here--especially the Starscreams--but I can make it a little easier on everybody by helping negotiate and mediate. Sound good?

[pauses in confusion. Not used to anyone caring about whether he needs help or not.] Just thinking ahead. Improving systems is what I do. If you say they're in good stead, so much the better.

You need to be in a position of power to negotiate. Otherwise you give only your empty words, and it's a little much for anyone to just show up and think that they should be granted that power. [It's totally Starscream, though.]

See? Thinking ahead for you is thinking in our past. We've already got two medics, with facilities.

I am in a position of power. I'm the Decepticon representative back home, I have experience. [exaggeratedly patient] Unless you think that you can think more like a Starscream, or even more like a Decepticon than I can, and I do doubt that. [He's banking that Drift wants to think as little like a Decepticon as possible.] Or you can reject my help out of personal ego and worsen the position of every faction here.

So I need an hour or so to get caught up on the situation. Sue me.

Back. Home.

First. we're not back there. Second, there are no Decepticons or Autobots anymore. Anyone still holding onto those factions in a place like this, we simply don't have time for.

[Pointed look, because, sorry, he rejects your entire premise.]

So you're rejecting my experience because you think this--[he twitches his wings, on which the symbol is emblazoned]--is going to go away if you ignore it.

That's a one way ticket to disaster.

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No.

Starscream. Anyone who takes this [He taps his insignia] to mean anything here is operating under a grudge. The causes we fought for, on either side, aren't even valid here.

Holding onto the past is a ticket to disaster.

And ignoring history means you're dooming yourself to repeating it. I'm not holding onto anything, Drift--[Venting in frustration, takes a second to recalibrate, to prove he can do this thing diplomatically. Actions, louder than words etc.] I'm saying I can work to protect everyone's interests, by making sure the Decepticons who don't go in for your "let's all join hands and forget the past" speeches don't ruin things for the rest of them. My interest is in protecting mechs who'd otherwise be hurting each other--isn't that enough?

I know more about history than you might think, Starscream. All you know is about repeating it. [One failed scheme after another. Even when you had the Matrix, in your hands, you wasted it.]

[He shrugs.] And out of curiosity what's the penalty if we decline your generous offer?

[calmly] You're wrong about me, but you can think what you want. It's a free planet.

[genuinely mystified] You really believe it, don't you. This whole "Starscream is evil" shtick, I mean. You're not just jerking my gears. You, of all mechs.

[He sighs. Starscream has a point, after all. And being Starscream, he twists the point into a very sharp weapon.]

[When he speaks, his voice is softer.] I'm sorry. You're right. I don't believe it, but you don't understand the situation here, yet.

I'm open to guidance. [once he's got what he wants, he relents instantly, becoming accommodating and genial instead of stubborn.] And my processors are nothing if not adaptable. So tell me what you need and I'll prove to you that you can rely on me for it.

Like I've been telling you. There's no war here. We destroyed our Cybertron with our war. We had no right to do that. We have less of a right to do it again, here.

All we need is not to let ourselves get in the way of finding a way home.

You're right, I'm not planning on reigniting any tensions. In fact, like I've been saying, it's my goal to keep a lid on the Decepticon faction--[And then he shuts his voicebox down briefly to actually listen, and pauses.]

...A way home. And what if we can't manage that?

You can do that by reminding them there are no factions here. Whatever we fought for back home, isn't here anymore.

If we can't manage that, that gives us all the more reason not to ruin this Cybertron.

If I do that, they won't have any reason to look to me. [more quietly] Look. I know you mean well. But people without guidance do much dumber things than people who have it.

Maybe looking to you isn't the right answer, then. Maybe we can all decide what we want for ourselves; no demagogues.

[Which you fell for too, back before the war, if Drift remembers the story.]

No. No we don't. We do just fine.

Right, and if they decide what they want is to rip you a new waste disposal unit?

Then they die. [A shrug.] I can defend myself, without belonging to a faction.

So you're willing to kill mechs I could have persuaded to behave in unnecessary fights. Drift. Think about this.

You're making a false dichotomy, Starscream.

It's not 'either they rally around you' or 'anarchy'. There's a middle way, one that keeps power spread evenly over all of us, instead of one mech [Sorry for the pointed look but you're asking for it] claiming more than his share.

[just shakes his head slowly.] When did I say anyone was "rallying around me", exactly? I said I'd mediate. That's not ruling, and your bias is showing. If you'd rather kill mechs I want to talk to, I'm not the one ruining a shot at a war-free Cybertron.

Relax.

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