re_alignment | [Video - Transmission from: Solian Medbay] 3rd Flight

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[Video - Transmission from: Solian Medbay] 3rd Flight

[When the video cuts on, Swoop seems to still be in the medbay. Horrible cannon wounds to the stomach and all. More importantly, he is peering at what looks to be a small bolt parading its way up his arm. He chirps at it a couple times before remembering that yes, he did turn on the video for a reason.]

Where bot named Cliffjumper? Me found bottle full of little walking bolts and screws, has his name and picture on it.

Also uhm. Me, Swoop sorry. Couple of them escape.

[Swoop you liar, you opened it on purpose and ten of them got out. Aside from the one on his arm they are all marching in the direction of his gut.]

Them kind of tickle a bit.

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[Bulkhead peers at them through the feed.]

What are they?

Me no know. Kind of cute, though.

[Swoop puts his hand in the way of the one on his arm, letting it crawl up his fingers.]

Wonder why them kept in a bottle.

Yeah...they are.

[Strangely cute, he hasn't seen anything like them before.]

Uh, maybe it was just so they don't get lost till Cliffjumper gets them?

Maybe. Me ask when him come get them. Maybe him know.

[Someone has to, so why not the guy that they're addressed to. Swoop pauses briefly, looking down.]

Huh. That different.

Scraplets?!

Get them the frag off you before you kill everyone!

[!!?]

GET RID OF THEM!

[Wait Swoop has some on him---]

Better yet get 'em off ya, they're---

[Wait.]

[Those aren't just milling about and chowing down immediately, like they should be.]

They're--- Gghh. Those aren't normal scraplets...

[Welcome to being up and level with the program, Cliffjumper. He can't help but rub his arms subconciously though, while now staring a lot more confused than shocked.

Why is this familiar?]

... They were in a bottle?

What scraplets?

Them not actually doing anything...

[Swoop starts slightly, churring at Cliffjumper. Well you look like the picture, but why so shouty?]

Everyone keep saying 'scraplets' but that like me just shouting 'inner tube'.

[In other words, he's starting to wonder if you and Slag aren't completely crazy.]

Uh-huh. Came in bottle.

[Which he now holds up! It's still got a bunch of the little critters in it.]

Just get them off, Swoop!

[Look, he's even using your name. Just do it before he has to come in there and set you on fire.]

[He's more shocked by being called by name than anything else, really. Even so, he sadly isn't one to be swayed by someone that's typically the world's biggest jerk to him. He huffs.]

Why should me when them not doing anything?

[Actually his belly kind of itches but he's hardly going to mention that to Slag.]

[Sorry Swoop, you'll realise soon why he and Slag are shouting so much.]

Wait, wait... rrrr. [Scrubbing a hand down his faceplates, he's trying to think, because slag it scraplets usually don't come in bottles - that's not food for them, and they're visible in it so it's not a place to hide.]

Scrap and scraplets're different things, and normal scraplets eat you, Swoop! But those... uh. Those ain't doin' that, 'cause if they were you'd be... well.

[He waves a hand in the air, still eyeing the scraplets with a slight twitch at the corner of one optic. He can't quite catch yet what it's about them that makes them familiar.]

Oooh. Well why no one say before now? You and Slag just like "Oh no scraplets". Me, Swoop, not from Cybertron, so why me know about Cybertronian scraplets.

[Gaw, and people think he's the dumb one.]

Them not eating me. [He pauses, glancing down at his gut.] Actually, them kinda... doing opposite. Are fixing cannon wound.

... kind of gross, now that me actually look. Explains itch, though.

Ooo Those look like Scraplets! [And unlike the others, he's actually glad to see them.]

[He can't decide whether to laugh or what, so what comes out is a muffled, staticy snort.]

When it comes to scraplets, it's kinda hard to be rational. They're... they eat us. And basically only water can kill 'em---

[Optics flickering, those words plus what Swoop said about them repairing him tug enough of not-memories into place to have a sort of deja vu realisation.]

... Negative polarity scraplets.

Huh.

Um, yeah. [Waving a hand at the screen again, Cliffjumper frowns, not so much at Swoop as just frowning.] They're... like the opposite of normal scraplets. From the same reality as the, er, nice Megatron.

Supposed to be for me, ya said?

[How odd.]

Not asking for rational, asking for explanation. After all, if them not eating me while on me already, why them wait?

[Logic! He chirps at the mention of the nice Megatron.]

Oh, me know him. Pretty nice, for Bucket-head.

And uh-huh, is for you. Had picture and name and everything. Little bit weird.

Oh! You know what them are! [And you sound a lot less freaked out then everyone else.]

What them do? Besides look cute?

[Kitty grin! He like being helpful.]

They're bitty fixer bots! They eat dead metal and fix living metal.

[Swoop chirps and grins a little himself. This bot is so nice!]

That really helpful. Everybody else freak out like them going to eat me or something. Bitty fixer bots is much better explanation.

[He's so gonna have to tell Bulkhead about this, it's so cool.]

[He's probably the nicest Deceptison here. He tilts his head some.]

Maybe they have positive polarity scraplets where they're from??

Oo!

[He just remembered something important]

They totes don't like water! Even water in teh air, so they stay in bottles! But it's totes dry here some maybe they be okay outside teh bottle for a while.

Yeah, but payin' attention to that ain't my first thought when I see scraplets, Swoop. These things don't waste time, and while we've got some water around, it still ain't everywhere like on Earth.

[He snickers shortly at the "pretty nice", though. That particular Megatron is way more than "pretty" nice.]

... Ya know, that reminds me. [Give him a moment as goes back to his room and pulls down something that's... chirping... from a shelf.]

Think this is for you?

[And he holds up a birdcage with several small yellow little birds in it.]

Exactly. Normal ones no waste time. These ones do. So, something different, right? Can take little bit of time.

[They really haven't talked overly much, but what Swoop knows of him is that he's a decent guy. Swoop perks when he hears the chirping, chirping back.]

Oh! Me know those birds! Are from Dinobot Island back home!

[Cliffjumper, you just made Swoop's day a little bit.]

How about trade? You give me birds, me give you fixer scraplets? Everybody happy.

[Well. Aside from being weirded out by scraplets that repair things, anyway.]

Maybe. Never met positive or negative scraplets before.

Oh! That definitely explains why them in bottle. Water bad. At least her Solus Prime's quadrant pretty dry. Ones that escaped should be okay for a bit.

[Until then they are going to start fixing what's left to be fixed of his gaping cannon wound. Hooray!]

[Cliffjumper just shrugs - maybe if Swoop had ever seen or been subjected to normal scraplets he'd understand the reflexive (over-)reaction.]

Oh, good. [He grins a bit, glancing at the birds and then back to Swoop.]

Even if ya didn't have somethin' that's apparently meant for me, I'd have given you this. Just gimmie a few and I'll come over. Medbay, right?

[Just imagine swallowing them first! Not that Cliffjumper remembers doing that, but it has happened.]

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