re_alignment | [Video]

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✘ tf: g1 | springer

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[Hey, there, Haven. You know how what's missing from this place is a helicopter that's actually, you know, nice? Well, here he is.]

Right. So, first order of business always stay together. [A grin.] So who's out there? Roddy? Arcee, babe? Ultra Magnus?

Second order of business. [He'll heft his pistol. ] Anyone wanna help me reload? [Because it's just a matter of time before Quintesson Plot number 7,459 reveals itself and the shooting starts. He wants to be ready.]

And third. I could use a drink. [Like you wouldn't believe.]

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Taken..? [Helmtilt. Sir, that better not imply what it sounds like, but she's at the moment more amused than anything else.] No, can't say I am.

I'm sure you do, if anything I've seen would be the same for you. [At that she just chuckles and shakes her helm. This is, despite the discrepancy, somewhat familiar enough. It makes it both better and worse.

And that might be interesting to see, if only for the vague novelty (not that she hasn't seen Springer and Grimlock spar before, though). Unfortuantely they have no Grimlock to hand.]

... So what do you need for ammunition? [Now she's curious.] I know we've got a few scientists around, and if all else fails... You might find it in the Junk Pile.

[Is it flattery if it's true? ]

[That's encouraging news. ] Hey, so. If you find yourself, you know, in need of a bit of rescue, name's Springer.

Kind of specialized stuff. I was hoping for an armorer. Or scientist. [Because they're both kind of the same, aren't they?]

So, what's there to do for fun around here? [A+ for effort?]

[Possibly not!]

While it was a while ago I needed a rescue, I'll keep it in mind. [She means it, too, and thus missing any... flirting intention, since she knows (her version of) Springer's capable and dependable in a scrape.]

There's several Perceptors, at the least, though who knows if all of them are scientifically inclined... But we don't exactly have something like an organised armory around.

[She pauses, frowning.]

Might be an idea actually, if we get more creatures coming from the Lambda.

[An A at least. Elita just grins dryly.]

Fun's what you make of it? Some people are working on a rec center I know, and I think a shooting range were being set up as well... Anything else should come if you come up with it. [A shrug.] And if you like weird things happening and random attacks, we'll probably have more of those as well.

Hey, you never know. Always good to plan ahead.

[About some things. ]

Creatures? [You have, if possible, even more of his attention.] How often does that happen?

[Quintessons. He knew it!]

[Have a bit of a cheeky wink.] More interested in what you do for fun. [How can you not fall for such a winning smile?]

[She can't resist.]

How often do you end up doing that?

[Not like the Springer she knew didn't do that, but well. Inability to resist and all that.]

Since we came here? Only once, but I think the Firstforged indicated it's happened before. There was a whole bunch of different creatures, but most of them looked like this [and here, have the screen briefly showing a... Sharkticon. Yeah, that's going to make Springer not believe it's not Quintessons.]

Oh, well... [Have a smile back; this is a bit too familiar to not give in a little at least.] Exploring, mostly. Enjoying my speed. If I'm forced to get even more settled... [She shrugs. Then she'll widen her repertiore. Exploring, at the moment, is both interesting and a good idea, since she's basically mapping the Haven.]

Plan ahead? [He laughs.] Normally leave that up to Ultra Magnus. I'm more the Improvisation type.

[AS HE FIGURED.] Sharkticons. [Oh hello there, old enemies.]

Exploring, huh? Need a partner? [Oh he's so smooth. Teddie should be watching this and taking notes.]

... [Please ignore the faint sound of choked amusement.] Yes, Magnus does usually have to do that.

[Being the Graviton's head of security, after all, didn't necessitate Springer to think ahead anywhere else but exactly that single thing; the security onboard.]

Oh, that's what they're called? [She'd thought they'd seemed... faintly... familiar, somehow, and the name seemed to fit, but nothing had fallen into place until now. Not that they were any more familiar than before.]

[... And she shouldn't. She really, really shouldn't, she knows. But even if it's not the same Springer, spending a bit of time in the company of someone somewhat familiar couldn't be bad, right?

Except it could just as well be, but she would just want some familiarity...]

I wouldn't mind it, no. But I doubt you could keep up.

[She grins, teasing, hiding her faint hesitation where the unsettled, unhappy reaction to all this has been stuck; in her processor. To be dealt with in private.]

Seems like Ultra Magnus is a universal constant. [Why does he not sound surprised?]

Yeah, Sharkticons. And where there are Sharkticons, their master buddies aren't normally far behind.

[Which is why they need to be ready. But he can do this. He's so got this. And with time to hit on pretty ladies, too.]

[What did he say? SMOOTH. If he were any smoother he'd be frictionless.]

Hey, you tryin' to say I can't keep up? [Which somehow turns into innuendo. Such is his magic. ] One of us'll be surprised.

There hasn't been too many duplicates yet, but there's enough similarities that seems to be true, yes.

[And then they got an Ultra Magnus from Robots in Disguise or something like that, and would have to revise "universal constant".]

... Their masters? [Helmtilt. What are you talking about, Springer? But she's totally listening.] I don't think the Firstforged said anything about somebody being responsible for the attack, besides that the Lambda itself sometimes pulls a larger group of unmarked things through.

[Smooth enough she's going to keep up the innuendo, anyway.]

I believe I am, yes. Few mechs can keep up with me, after all. [Still helicopter or not, she's rather sure you're not going to be able to keep up... in whatever way.]

Oh I don't think Ultra Magnus would tolerate being different in another universe.

[Springer's kind of curious about what she's hinted about the other him. N-not in an insecure 'he's better than me' way.]

And these First Forged are trustworthy?

Oh? [He quirks an optic ridge.] Sounds like a challenge, my lady.

[She laughs, amused.]

I don't know... he makes a good commander who understands differences, so I'd think he'd know he might be different elsewhere.

[Oh, come on now. Both of you are surely exactly as impressive.]

... Well. [Elita frowns thoughtfully, tapping her chin.] I believe they are, yes, but they might not necessarily know everything that goes on in the Haven at all times, but they reacted quickly enough during the first wave of attack from the Lamdba.

I haven't met or talked with enough of them to get enough of an impression.

[Which... is a bit of a personal disappointment, perhaps.]

Of course it is. Think you're up to it? [The grin is sharp and amused.] I'm quite fast.

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