[audio, airborne]

[whirlybird_of_prey]

 [You know what Whirl doesn't like?  Okay, everything. You got him there, smarty bolts. But more topically, Whirl is not fond of waking up in strange places and being fed ridiculous stories about blah blah the First Forged blah. And the fraggin' Acolyte would not shut up. 

[At least, until Whirl had punched him in the face.  Just a little friendly feedback to stop being so damn boring.  So he's doing some information gathering, the old fashioned way--flying around looking for trouble. ]

So. Stupid mech was telling me something about a fresh start. 

I dunno. Maybe it wasn't 'fresh start.'. Maybe he meant like, fresh tar or  freeze tarts or something. Kinda hard to enunciate after some editorial knuckles. 

[Which are Whirl's favorite flavor of knuckles.]

Thing is ['scuse him while he shoots something.  Because...uh...reasons. It needed shooting. Damn piece of scrap metal ]   I've heard that before. And let me tell you:  there's always a price. 

Anyone figure out what it is yet?  

And don't give me any boo hoo slag about never going home again.

Comments

I have wondered that myself but apparently he can?

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Actually good damn question.

Last few I was kinda unconscious when they brought me in.

[He intends it to sound like he's so badass that nothing less than TERMINAL DEATH OF DYING would bring him to a Medibay. YMMV.]

I still think he's lieing

[organ_pharming]

Well then, I will have to make your first conscious visit a memorable one.

WHIRL? LIE?!?! Perish the thought.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

...yeah. See? This is like I was telling Ambulamb or whatever he is. Medic. Sadist. Same same.