[The feed flickers on, and the junkpile comes into view. Well this is nice and all but- oh wait, there's a cannon right over there! It's an old looking thing (Earth-wise), definitely beneath the notice of more technologically advanced lifeforms. A tiny figure flickers into the shot, and he examines the many levers attached to it.

Four remembers this! There's a bunch just like it back home. It's more out of curiosity than anything that he decides to see if he can operate it on his own, without his family around. At this point he's been poking and experimenting with it for the past hour, trying to do all the tasks needed to fire one shot. First he has to finish loading the ammunition.

The shell is a couple inches bigger than he is and five times as long. You'd think a stitchpunk would have problems with that... and you'd be right. Four realizes how much harder it is to load a lethal projectile into a cannon without his brother around. After finally managing to push the shell into place, Four turns his attention to the lever on the side. This one spins and controls where the cannon is pointing, so he fiddles around with that until the cannon is pointed at the top of a nearby junk heap.

This lever in front of the target is the one that fires it. Four's face scrunches up in concentration as he takes a running start before throwing his full weight at it, successfully pushing the lever down.

BOOM

The pile he was pointing at explodes, and Four momentarily disappears as debris rains down on him. He appears a moment later and examines the damage with interest. What an explosion! The Stitchpunk looks mildly pleased with himself, his experiment is a success!

Now everyone can rest easy knowing that a seven-inch-tall living doll can operate dangerous weapons.]

((OOC: ICly takes place after conclusion of Log of Salvage Hunting.))

[It's Slipstream, within one of the several wash areas Elita previously discovered, but she's not bathing live for an audience or anything. Actually, she's holding a datapad of some kind. Of course her whole body is a computing system, but she's going with the theory Holding of Pad = Business Authority, so, she's trying just a little too hard to make sure it's seen; might be that inherited tendency for over-acting she supposes all Starscream's clones to share.]

A few points of Business. [This is her best business-like voice, which isn't really all that different from her pleasant or ranting voices; but the highs and lows are compressed a bit.]

Teddie Bear, those raw materials we talked about are in that place you mentioned. The delivery of your other item will take just a short while longer.

[No lock or encryption; she's just vague. Slipstream pretends to refer to her datapad by tapping it with a single sharp digit.]

On a not-necessarily-related note, I may have some work for someone qualified to repair personal electronics from Earth containing sonic cleaning systems. Details available upon request.

There is a need for batteries, or substitute device to power a small electronic device from Earth. You might contact me about that.

The washracks located in the Nexic quadrant are in need of several mirrors. It is strictly a security matter, benefiting all who use the facility, to promote situational awareness. [That sounds like a legitimate and convincing reason, right?]

Oh, yeah, and- [Not managing business-like as well here.] Cybertronians altering their facial ornamentation. That's a thing, right? We don't exactly have body shops or warehouses full of mods, so, any suggestions about that? It's not a personal request, just we should have that, for the future, don't you think? [She gives her 'don't even ask' look.]

[And back to business-like.] Your time is appreciated.

[END.]