re_alignment | [video - originating from Nexic Quadrant]

((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.

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[His hand reaches up to tap the area as well, hand running along the little gray sliver that rested there.]

This? Uh...guess so. It's what I came with.

It's....

Cool.

Probably some medi-bot experienced in body work could add something like that.

Only bot I know who does cosmetics like that is Knock Out.

Lookin' to get it yourself?

I might have met him. [Briefly, once.]

Didn't I say it wasn't a personal request? It's not for me.

'Pologies, Princess.

You seemed really into it. Then again, that coulda just been me.

Can't say you've done wrong by me, yet, Jackie.

[But his appearance reminds her of Drift, who she personally finds annoying, so it's not all happy thoughts.]

Let's just say a bot could look real distinguished with the right mods.

I live to please~

[Yeah, he gets the Drift comment a lot. At least it's better than 'why do you have a mouth']

...Uhp. I'm out. Me an' distinguished don't mix too well.

Bet you called that one.

[She's momentarily confused.]

No.

'Distinguished' isn't only for fancy old bots. Right? Could be someone famous, or known in a field, or unlike those around him.

[She's quick to snap when she sees flaws, but now and then, she doesn't see any flaws worthy of mention.] You could be distinguished, for all I know! [All right, she is a little snappy, but sometimes degrees of modesty annoy her as much as those of arrogance.]

And...ya think I fit that bill?

[He gestures to himself. He won't hesitate to admit it, he's not the classiest of bots. And Wreckers all had the same goal: Wreck n Rule.

So to hear this...? He's intrigued.]

Listen, it's not like I even know you well enough to say! But, you talk to me, right?

And, usually bots with swords are all dashing blade or little Cyber-ninja. [She doesn't really see 'Jack as either.]

Do you have much of a reputation back in your world?

Well yeah, ya seem to have a good head on your shoulders. Good at conversin' too.

[A pause, before he breaks out into a smile.]

I'm slaggin' notorious.

[Slipstream smiles back.]

Definitely distinguished, then. What did you do to earn that rep?

[Being distinguished is quite an admirable thing to her, being a clone, and so young as to be practically invisible to most of her faction.]

Ya sure know how to flatter a bot, I'll give ya that.

[He'll just show you his grenade, tossing it up and down.]

Made a few kabooms every now and then. Earned myself a place on ol' Megatron's annoyin-aft Bots list.

This is nothing. [Starscream and Sunstorm are much better at the sycophancy thing.]

[She watches the little show with the grenade, and guesses it's function from Wheeljack says.]

I might have known a bot who liked his bomb plots. Didn't know when it was time to use another strategy, though.

[Her expectant look says she wants to know if Wheeljack is as strategically lacking as Starscream. Or...at least obsessed enough to forget to use any of his strategic ability.]

Not that annoying Megatron is necessarily a bad thing.

Best strategy with a grenade is 'One grenade, one shot'. Made my mark with that kind of motto.

[A smirk forms across his lips.]

Now THAT is my hobby.

And yet you persist on living. [Nod.] Worthy adversary.

[From a Decepticon, that might be a compliment.]

That's the plan, Princess.

[He's pretty confident for someone who has such a death wish...

But then again, that's typical Wrecker attitude.]

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