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[knight_light]

[Hello Haven.  Have a familiar face for at least some of you.  Wing has left the temple.  It's clear he's got a lot on his mind; this city, what the Acolytes told him, that he's even alive, is a lot to take in.  He decides to start with what he knows he'll need.]

Hello.  If anyone could tell me of a decent place to stay, I'd really appreciate it.

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[notyourblueangel]

[The server drone comes over and takes their orders, letting them know what's available –it depends on what's been scrounged from the Junkpile as well as what's been…brewed, or whatever the Cybertronian equivalent is.  That done, Thundercracker turns back to Wing.]

  So . . . what would you like to know?

[knight_light]

[What did he want to know? What didn't he want to know? He had so many questions about this place, the First Forged, why they were here... What he ended up asking was...]

What do you think of this place?

[notyourblueangel]

[TC thinks about that for a moment, gaze on the table surface.]

This place has its issues. Some people accept it, some hate it. It's . . . what you make of it, I guess. For some, it's a second chance.

[knight_light]

[Wing nods, a little grin on his face.] A second chance. I think I'd be one of those. What about you?

[notyourblueangel]

[Thundercracker goes still for a moment, debating how to answer that, how much to reveal . . . but he trusted Wing before to a degree he never really got to let the mech know, and if this one is ANYTHING like the other self . . . and besides, not like it's a /secret/. After a moment, he vents a cycle of air.]

Back home, I was a Decepticon. Even here, though I didn't have to live the way I had been for so long. In fact, I finally made the move to have my brands erased just a few weeks ago.

Some people want to go home, and they'll work hard at finding a way. I . . . don't.

[His gaze remains locked on his folded hands on the table. Suddenly, he's hoping the drinks get there VERY soon - he needs something to interrupt this conversation however briefly...or at least interrupt his mind.]

[knight_light]

[Wing smiles] If anyone here ever gives you troubles over that decision, I'll have your back.

[He doesn't need to know you well to support you, TC, and he very much approves of your choice.]

[And look! Drinks are here. Wing murmurs a thank you to the server drone, and passes TC his drink.]

[notyourblueangel]

[TC's head comes back up at that . . . and his optics dim faintly, his frame losing some of its tension.  He's had others say that –and mean it just as much –and yet he'll never NOT be surprised or deeply appreciate hearing it.  He nods.]

  Thank you, Wing.  That means a lot to me.  Even though I know you . . . don't really know me.  I appreciate it.

  [The drinks arrive and he accepts his with a soft thank-you.]

[knight_light]

[Wing smiles] I don't need to know you well to already see that you're a good mech. [and he gives TC a wry grin.] Or that you are at least striving to be, and that's the same thing.

[notyourblueangel]

[That gets a rueful smirk.]

Striving, I suppose. Been far too long since I could really be considered a "good" mech.

Anyway . . . you know that you've been here before, or a very close alternate of you. The latter, maybe, since you don't remember. Anyway, you - he - was a very good mech. And . . . and a good friend. I am who I am now, as opposed to who I was when I first arrived, partly thanks to him.

[knight_light]

[Wing hopes to be as good a friend to you now as this other him was.]

If he and I were really the same, then he would tell you that you have no one to credit for your changes but yourself. Perhaps you found inspiration and support from him, but you made your own choices.

[notyourblueangel]

Yeah . . . that sounds like something he'd say.

  [He studies Wing for a moment, then quietly.]

  I don't know if it means much to you or not, but…for what it's worth…I've missed you, Wing.

  [A lot…]

[knight_light]

[He smiles, and reaches out to give Thundercracker's arm a soft squeeze.] It means a lot to me.

[He takes another drink before setting his cube down.] Would you care to go flying with me? [What flier doesn't love the open air? And Wing knows a Seeker when he sees one. He just hopes Thundercracker isn't the kind of Seeker to scoff at sharing the skies with a "lesser flier".]

[notyourblueangel]

[Once was a time –and not at all that long ago, all things considered –that he would have too.  But . . . he's learned a lot, and changed a lot, since coming here.  And coming from Wing, it's something special.]

  Sounds great, Wing.  Thank you.  [He finishes his drink, ready to go whenever Wing wants.]

[knight_light]

[With a grin he headed for the door and outside. Once out he glanced back at TC before transforming and shooting into the sky.]