[video - originating from Nexic Quadrant]

[dontasktrix]

((OOC: ICly takes place after conclusion of Log of Salvage Hunting.))

[It's Slipstream, within one of the several wash areas Elita previously discovered, but she's not bathing live for an audience or anything. Actually, she's holding a datapad of some kind. Of course her whole body is a computing system, but she's going with the theory Holding of Pad = Business Authority, so, she's trying just a little too hard to make sure it's seen; might be that inherited tendency for over-acting she supposes all Starscream's clones to share.]

A few points of Business. [This is her best business-like voice, which isn't really all that different from her pleasant or ranting voices; but the highs and lows are compressed a bit.]

Teddie Bear, those raw materials we talked about are in that place you mentioned. The delivery of your other item will take just a short while longer.

[No lock or encryption; she's just vague. Slipstream pretends to refer to her datapad by tapping it with a single sharp digit.]

On a not-necessarily-related note, I may have some work for someone qualified to repair personal electronics from Earth containing sonic cleaning systems. Details available upon request.

There is a need for batteries, or substitute device to power a small electronic device from Earth. You might contact me about that.

The washracks located in the Nexic quadrant are in need of several mirrors. It is strictly a security matter, benefiting all who use the facility, to promote situational awareness. [That sounds like a legitimate and convincing reason, right?]

Oh, yeah, and- [Not managing business-like as well here.] Cybertronians altering their facial ornamentation. That's a thing, right? We don't exactly have body shops or warehouses full of mods, so, any suggestions about that? It's not a personal request, just we should have that, for the future, don't you think? [She gives her 'don't even ask' look.]

[And back to business-like.] Your time is appreciated.

[END.]

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[dirge]

Ooh, I've had my insides altered. But never my face... [Curious]

[dontasktrix]

[Dirge. Just the bot she secretly wants to see.]

That's interesting. [She's not sure she wants to know about his insides.] One way to become more your own bot.

Have you ever considered.... [Slipstream taps a talon against her chin.] acquiring some decorative plating, somewhere, where our esteemed template didn't? [She's tapping her chin again. Does it look idle or coincidental? It's supposed to.]

[dirge]

[It's probably better not to ask.] Yes. Uniqueness equals value!

[Dirge stares at the screen, the cogs in his head turning slowly.]

Things...that Starscream never had? ...On my face?

Like a faceplate?

[dontasktrix]

What?

[Is her carefully planned subtlety lost on him? She bites at her lip, briefly.]

Have you ever noticed that some bots have different helmets, or chevrons all over, or that stripe on the chin? [That kinda looks like the fastener on the strap of some old pilot's cap, but that's kinda beside her point.]

[dirge]

[Dirge is about as subtle as a sledgehammer, and about just as good at recognizing it in others.]

You know- that thing that closes up and makes it look like you don't have a mouth?

[He puts his claws over his mouth, trying to imitate a Prime-like mask.]

Of course I've noticed that! Megatron had that stripe bit. [Oh. ....Oh.]

....I want a stripe.

[dontasktrix]

Right. Sometimes they wear them in battle. [Which is what she recalls about bots like Optimus Prime, as otherwise she could see lips.]

[Finally, Slipstream claps her hands together.] Yes! Megatron did have a regal visage. But, it would look better on you, of course.

[dirge]

Yes, that's it. [Dirge fully understood the importance of protecting one's mouth in battle. Especially after that time one of the jet twins shot fire down his throat. ...Maybe he should look into getting a mask too.]

I want a regal visage. ...And a big arm cannon.

[dontasktrix]

[Slipstream folds her arms across her canopy. Dirge so easily goes into overkill with things.]

Yes. Cannons aren't bad, but, if you do carry a big cannon, you'll have less speed and maneuverability.

A regal and distinguished appearance, however, is an asset. Maybe we can see if Knock Out is around and can help with the work.

[dirge]

Ergh. I should have thought of that. [Oh, he just hates when things get complicated. Choosing between one thing or the other is the worst.]

Yes! Let's go right away! [He claps his hands together in excitement.]

Do you think it would make others want to follow me? Like Megatron?

[dontasktrix]

Right now? [Dirge is a lot more impulsive than she is, even if she did suddenly decide to be interested in facial ornamentation.] Haven't exactly seen Knock Out recently, but the Solus Temple might be a good place to start. What with the making things....

Looks will help, but you also need to give good speeches, and get things done. [Not that she's an expert, really.]

[dirge]

We will find him! Let's go to the temple. I don't want to wait. [He'd be clutching at her arm if they were in the same vicinity.]

Good speeches. Get things done. Got it. I will figure out a way to have those things.

[dontasktrix]

I suppose I'm not doing anything important. [She washed before making her broadcast.] Where are you, now?

[dirge]

My First Forged's temple. Liege Maximo. He has a very impressive name. I want that.

[dontasktrix]

You can expect me, I guess. [Which of course means she's coming right over, as evidenced by the shifting background in her video feed.]

[And then things happened in another post or something?]