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Does anybody have a fraggin' flamethrower or somethin'? It's getting harder to-- Gah!

[Does Cliffjumper sound frustrated? Yes, he does. Harried and slightly... on-edge, to be honest. Accompanying that are pinging, crunching noices and a lot of high-pitch babble or laughter.

Anyone actually listening to what those multitude of high-pitch voices are saying, will find it's all rather... disturbing in nature. This is the third time Cliffjumper's personal little horde of stick-figure SG!Primes have respawned, and he's having trouble luring them through lava to get rid of them.

And contrary to popular thought, he's not made of weapons. Especially not a flame-thrower, as he noticed they didn't take well to the lava when he accidentally managed to lob some of them in there during the first time they appeared.]

Pit-spawned, sludge-spewing little monsters!

[Something like the noise of glass breaking briefly takes over the feed, but Cliffjumper really can't figure out why some of them sort of breaks sometimes, like shooting or punching metal affected by glass gas does.]

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Anythin' that can--

Optimus?!

[No, wait maybe it isn't?? Or maybe it is, but probably not the one he knows. Something's off, and he's a lot better at noticing (and acknowleding) when things are being "off" about mechs he knows... And this isn't just taking different universal variants into account.]

[A shake of the head.]

Ginrai.

What can I do to help?

... Okay.

[But you look exactly like Optimus, why.]

I don't... gah. I'm gettin' help, but containing 'em won't work, so if ya got something that can make fire, 'cause they seem to take really badly to that, that'd be... good.

Don't worry. I've got fire. Where are you at?

It's--- [Hope you enjoy the screen going blurry as Cliffjumper yells as the tiny, annoying little monsters manages to pitch him to the floor, and there's a few moments of shouting, swearing and general violence...

And the little stick figure SG!Primes obviously a lot more resilient than they ought to be, really, until Cliffjumper manages to get to his feet, optics wild.]

Here.

[Have some coordinates.]

I'm on my way!

TRANSFORM!

[Eventually, a red and blue truck would pull up to Cliffjumper's location, being driven by a human in red and white armor.]

[That still looks like it should be Optimus Prime, but Cliffjumper's more busy trying to alternately jump out of the way of the little stick-figure SG!Primes chasing him, and alternately termporarily stomping on them to think too deeply on the look of the truck and its driver.

Fire, please. Any sort of fire.]

TRANSFORM! GOD ON!

[In a moment, Ginrai transforms to engine mode and combines with his Transector, going into robot mode. He pulls his rifle.]

"Chichōkon Power! Atomic Fire Guts!"

[Oddly... nothing happens. Why would... of course! He's not on Earth...]

"Tenchōkon Power!"

[This time, he fires a gout of flame at the tiny stick figures.]

The slag---

[At least all that shouting gives some sort of warning, but this is a rather odd sort of help because really? Shouting out what... you're doing..? Cliffjumper does manage to get out of the way in time, though, despite being distracted by confusion and staring.]

... Thanks. That always... necessary?

[He does a vague handwave as he glances from the burning critters to Ginrai.]

Only for the really fancy stuff.

You all right?

If they just would stay gone, I would be.

[There's really nothing left - except a few stray flakes of ash - to show for the horde, but Cliffjumper gestures where they'd been anyway, grimacing.]

Just gonna hope it takes 'em longer to respawn or whatever they do this time... or it stops slaggin' happening.

[He just shakes his helm finally and glances up.]

How'd you even do that?

[That wasn't even similar to what the Nebulans did, or, even, what Sephie had done/had had done to herself...]

Lot of weird stuff happening around here. ...More weird than the usual stuff, I mean.

[He tilts his head.]

You mean the whole "God On" thing?

Kinda used to it from elsewhere, though yeah, still fraggin' weird.

[Cliffjumper shrugs and then crosses his arms, still suspiciously peering towards where the mob "perished" every now and then.]

Yeah. I mean, I've seen a species with very human like physiology invent armour that let 'em bond with us and replace certain parts, but what you did was quite... different.

[He's not seen it before, and that - despite having gotten help - has him sort of on edge.]

[Ginrai kind of shrugs.]

Magic? I've had it actually explained, but it doesn't make a lot of sense. Something about combining Earth power with human power with star power...

... Yeah, that... don't make much sense.

[Excuse him as he stares a bit.]

I was kinda under the impression magic didn't exactly exist.

[At least not the fantastic type...]

Well, I don't think it's really magic. But I think that actually makes more sense than any real explanation.

Apparently, this Transector used to be part of some giant space Decepticon. But it broke up into pieces, which crashed all over the Earth. Some ended up in Decepticon hands. But this one, I found it, and I joined the Autobots. We were looking for more, but I ended up here instead.

...The energy stuff's still true, though.

... Dunno if that explanation's any better or worse than the other one. Part of a Decepticon?

Really?

[Sorry, Ginrai, but he's now glaring with a lot more wary suspicion on his faceplates, arms crossed.]

An' ya trust it?

[Going by Cliffjumper's expression and tone of voice, it's clear he finds that monumentally stupid. And maybe suspect, in itself.]

[Ginrai shrugs, somewhat helplessly.]

Considering I've been using it to fight other human Decepticons who have their own Transectors that were part of the same thing without a problem? Yeah. I do.

[He stares, frown deepening, before finally shaking his helm.]

Would be wary, still, if I were you [and since this is Cliffjumper, he'd be wary either way] but as long as it works...

[He huffs, briefly looking off and then back.]

Anyway... Thanks for the help.

I trust it. Just call it... a feeling?

[He offers a hand.]

Happy to.

Rrrr... [There's way too many trusting people around.] Can see why, but it still comes from a Decepticon orginally.

[And that just grinds his gears, but with a shake of his helm and a moment or two of hesitation, he does take the offered hand.]

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