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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[She'd be facepalming were she telepathic. As is, she's still oddly impressed someone else can be so full of himself.]

It's not that I'm against different appendages- No. [She doesn't have tentacles.] Do you have a hook, or something?

[Melee weaponry is a concern even in professional conduct.]

[Slipstream sighs airily. She's relieved she doesn't have to go out and maim a bot, not that she wouldn't do it graciously at a command.]

I heard there was a rec-center, maybe.

Hey! That's kind of a personal question, don't you think? Names first, at least?

[He has a winch. Does that count?]

Maybe.

Says the one who asked first! [Huff.] Designation: Slipstream. Rank: Sub-commander. What do they call you?

....

Maybe. It might not be finished.

[W-whut. Double standard? ~~it must be the 80s!~~]

Springer, Slipstream. Sorry, no fancy title. [Just. Pure. Badass.]

Well, that's just uncivilized, don't you think?

Nothing to be sorry about. You just have a rank or you don't.

Oilhouse wouldn't be my first priority. But, a bot would think there'd be one by now, even on some kinda new Cybertron.

You know, now that the war's over, rank's really not a big deal.

[Or if you're Springer, rank's never been a big deal.]

So what would be your first?

Right.... [She's not trying to go into that. She knows the war had or has different outcomes in various timestreams. Maybe another time she'll ask about how his ended.]

That's a personal question. What does any sensible bot want to know in a strange place? What kind of gases are explosive in the present atmosphere? Is there some race or federation protecting the planet? Current weather patterns. Natural resources available.

[Because, obviously, those are things completely average bots want to know.]

[To be honest, rank's never been a big deal to Springer. You do your job, you do your best, and that's what matters. And hopefully, at the end, you get the girl.]

[He laughs.] You're a strange femme, you know that? [You have some weird priorities.] Good thinking, though. You know, for a Decepticon. [A wink.]

Oh? That means a lot coming from such a connoisseur. [Not really.]

Hey, I don't know about connoisseur, but I know what I like.

Yeah: Girls, Guns, and Guzzling.

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