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[The first image you see of Jetfire is him waving his cane angrily at a bunch of acolytes.]

Don't you talk t'me about 'alternate universes'! I know 'em all! This isn't Cybertron! This is a joke! [He angrily stabs the ground with his cane. An acolyte approaches, but he quickly swats it away.] I'll not speakin' t'no drones! Where's your leader? [He aggressively pokes one of the acolytes in the face with his cane] Do ya even understand a word I'm even sayin'? Is anything gettin' through that one-bit processor o' yours? [Jetfire gets in the poor drone's face] Take - me - to - your - leader!

[Another drone attempts to pull Jetfire aside, but he whips back an arm and backhands the acolyte, knocking it to the ground. He turns and starts wailing on the little 'bot with his cane.] Tryin' t'sneak up on me, are you? Have you any idea who I am? My name's in history books! I was one of the first Seekers forged on Cybertron! The Mighty Jetfire! [He gives one last swift konk upside the drone's head, knocking the poor thing out.]

[And for a minute or so there's a bunch of old man complaining and muttering as he scuffles with the remaining acolytes. It's a blur of color and the communication link falls over, showing a lovely image of the dirt. The noises stop, and heavy footfalls shake the device; a second later, thick black claws pick up the communicator and hold it up, until Jetfire's old face is about pressed to the lens.] I'll not be havin' some half-arsed fairy-tale from the drones. Who's in charge here!? [And, oh lovely, black fuel-spittle sprays across the screen.] I'll take on all yer little pansy toys until you show yourself, "forgedfirsts"!

[Yeah, it was obvious Jetfire hadn't been totally listening. What he did catch he didn't understand. He's old, give him a break.]

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[Suddenly, Jetfire's face is... RIGHT THERE.]

Ya hard of hearin'? Got yer audiols switched off or somethin'? I bloody just said my name is Jetfire! Do none of you hatchlings listen to yer elders anymore?

... But I dunnae recognize you.

[OH. Hello sir. Those doorwings flutter indignantly.]

I am not a hatchling! I am Mirage.

...I am...after your time.

Mirage. [He says it like it's nasty. And he's also spit on the camera.] An' I can tell. You look fresh off the assembly line, boy.

But that means the Autobots have won?

[He leans away from that camera at the spit--sir oh my god stop being old he can't even deal with this right now.

Que wasn't this bad.]

Is cause I take care of my appearance~ Not that you would know about that.

[Smartass, this one.]

I would not know. Not yet...we were in the middle of battle when I was taken.

I just got out of me beauty sleep, boyo, what do ye expect?

Besides, back in my day, we were too busy fightin' a war instead of sittin' around polishin' ourselves for 'ours an' 'ours.

[then... a sigh] Optimus, then. Were you... able t'save him?

'Beauty' being in beholder's eye, I assume.

[He's about to snark back, with some kind of remark on appearance and the war, but...

That last part.]

Optimus is fine. Alive and well, as humans say.

I have heard rumors that we owe you for that. In more ways than one.

[And a headtilt] Oh? Beyond the fact that I'm the best bloody Seeker in the whole fraggin' universe?

[Yeah, he arrived before the entire HAVE MY SPARK OPTIMUS-SAMA]

[There's a flick of those baby wings.]

Si.

You truly wish to know?

Come now, boy. I've seen more than enough destruction an' death in me lifetime to stop me from gettin' queasy.

[WELL IF YOU SAY SO, OLD MAN.]

You sacrificed yourself to give Optimus wings. It was that sacrifice that defeated the Fallen.

It is what I was told, that is. I was not there.

[Jetfire is quiet a moment, but then he chortles, proudly.] Sounds 'bout right a way fer me t'go. An' defeated the Fallen, you say? Oh, even better.

Shame I did not see it! And that you did not see me.

[Because let him tell you, he's pretty fab.]

It was glorious. Even if I wasn't there, of course it was glorious.

Anyone here who might 'ave seen my glorious sacrifice?

Someone seems confident for an 'old timer'!

[There's a chuckle.]

I believe Sideswipe has seen you in action, as it were, vespa nero.

My body may not be what it used to be, but it don't mean the rest of me is old and rusted! [Certainly not his sanity!]

Sideswipe... Aye, can't say I know the fellow. [If Sideswipe below gave him his name, he... instantly forgot it.]

I'm sure. You will have to show me some time, then, if you are up for it.

Old man.

[He sounds so giddy at saying that. Like he thinks he's so badass.]

Ah...silver. Has the wheel feets.

I think I was being rather clear when I said me name is Jetfire. Not 'Old Man'.

[huffs]

... You do know there are quite a few Cybertronians who are silver with wheel feet, correct?

Is term of endearment!

[Don't you huff at him.]

The sassy one.

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