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Hello? Is this thing on? How do I... oh.

[Suddenly the video pops on, to a view of a man with short dark hair in a dark grey trench coat and white shirt. He adjusts his clothing slightly and straightens up.]

This is Captain Nathaniel Renko, Spartan platoon of the Titan Corps of North America. Though I'm guessing there's no one here that knows of either of those... [~~Or he wouldn't be using his real name.~~ But who knows, maybe there's someone around here that remembers Spartan-21 or Titan-1 Actual, or heavens forbid, his name. Without understanding the former connotations of his name in his timeline, hopefully.]

So I've heard that I was dropped through some kind of rift and I'm on another planet. And apparently there are sentient giant robots. Which I guess makes my next question... what's it like where you're from originally?

[If he seems less bothered about the whole "temporal-spacial displacement" thing than others might be, it's because he is. For you, this might be life-changing and incredibly traumatizing, but for him it is Tuesday.]

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No, this is just a freebie.

[But he'll tell you why not.]

Kitten. And bombs.

I feel so special.

[Wait.]

... Kitten?

Don't get used to it.

Kitten. My kitten.

[....OHALLRIGHT He'll show you. Whirl pops open his cockpit and voila, Splat.]

Fraggin' lethal.

I won't, don't worry. I'm used to not being special.

[Or a 'drone in the hive', as it were.
Also that is a kitten.]

Well, it might be when it grows up. Right now it mostly seems to be cute.

Good.

[Yes, yes it is. A kitten that somehow appears to be in good health, considering it's being held by a robot with lethal claws.]

Shows how much you know. That's how he lures you in. And then....DEATH.

[You don't know any better, right?]

[He's impressed that the kitten seems to be doing so well, all things considered. He didn't exactly expect robots to know how to take care of wriggly baby felines.]

If that's true then kittens have changed a lot since the last time I saw them.

[Which wasn't too long ago, actually. Strays were everywhere.]

[Especially in Whirl's case, it's a reasonable concern. However, Alpha Trion's acolyte had been pretty thorough.]

This is a special kitten. One of the First Forged's. [So there. You may commence with the awe and envy.]

First Forged, huh? And they're the head honchos around here?

[Not so much on the awe and envy front, unfortunately. Just on the 'digging for information' front. It's just how he works these days.]

They think they are. And they have some sort of crazy to back it up.

[As opposed to Whirl's sort of crazy.]

Some sort of crazy? Well, that sounds dangerous.

[Or interesting, at least. The kind of interesting that he hasn't seen much of in a couple years.]

Probably. But hey, what's life without a little excitement?

[Boring. That's what. And boring is bad.]

Boring and a little sad. Heh. I can't disagree that excitement can be a lot preferable to its alternatives.

Exactly. [Wow someone who agrees with him. This is kind of weird.]

Still, a mech can manage to make his own fun.

[It's probably a bad thing that Renko and Whirl can agree on something. Which one it's worse for is probably debatable.]

I don't doubt it. Especially with all those materials in the - Junk Pile, is it? Can't be too hard to find stuff to make into more interesting stuff.

Hey I didn't name it. [Sheesh.]

Eh I need inspiration to do my best work.

Well it's an extremely descriptive name, I'll give it that. [There's no doubting what it is with that name.]

Inspiration, huh? Dare I ask what kind?

What? You think you can do one better? I'm sue your kind's just chock full of poetic nomen-fraggin'-clature.

[Whirl shrugs.] Depends. Why? You got an idea?

I don't usually name things that already have names. Otherwise I'd probably call you Bob. [Not that he knows your name.]

Not off the top of my head. I just got here.

Bob is Sunstreaker's fraggin' Insecticon.

[IRATE HUFF.]

[Snort.] Sorry, didn't know your kind was so slow to get settled.

I don't know a Sunstreaker, and I don't know an Insecticon from a Cybertronian. And since I also don't know your name, I guess for now I just have to call you Bob.

[He raises his eyebrows.]

So your kind get settled two hours after falling out of the sky on an unknown world?

[Yeah he doesn't believe that at all.]

Guess I'll just have to call you Stupidface, then.

[Duhyeah.]

After two hours we've normally kicked the place over and set it on fire.

Guess I'll shut off this fancy communicator every time you try.

Thank God I don't do that, then. There's not much point to it.

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