[Accidental Video] [Transmitting from: The Junkpile]

[copperkitty]

[Oh hey the camera is rolling, that's interesting! Too bad there's nothing in sight besides a nearby junkpile. A groan can be heard from somewhere and a yellow hand appears on the feed, closely followed by a familiar face as Cheetor does an unexpected faceplant. He feels so... wrong. So weak, he almost can't push himself to his feet.

What happened?

A green eye opens and stares listlessly at his communicator for a moment, as if he can't comprehend what he's seeing. He blinks and suddenly it all comes back to him: Jaguar! His mission! Wait, what happened he can remember...

Oh.

He died didn't he?

Yes.

Wow.

This brings up a whole host of new questions, but first he should, y'know, say something. He manages to push himself up into a sitting position, leaning against a metal column as he tries to figure out what he should say.]

So...

I guess I failed my mission. Sorry Ultra Magnus, I'll do better next time.

[He has yet to truly wrap his mind around what just happened to him...]

Comments

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[copperkitty]

I guess it was kinda my fault. I didn't think he'd be that hard to deal with. What I wanted to do was to bring him in and have him interrogated before he hurt someone. It's my job to protect people.

[The cold comment puzzles him slightly. He doesn't feel cold.]

I'm not cold... at least not to me.

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[littlecrowgirl]

[Look at those eyes light up as you explain, Cheetor.]

So you're a hero of justice...?

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[copperkitty]

[He puffs a little at her admiration.]

You can say that!

I'm a cop and I want to put away all the criminals where they belong.

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[littlecrowgirl]

A lot of my friends are cops and put away criminals too! Even my dad did that...


Wow...I had no idea, Cheetor! That's...that's so cool!

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[copperkitty]

[Cheetor has no idea what a dad is, but he'll just roll with it.]

Thanks!

Y'know... you're not so bad.

[He hesitantly reaches out and holds a hand open for her, a wary invitation for her to climb on.]

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[littlecrowgirl]

[She looks at the hand for a minute, smile spreading wide. Normally she'd hop right up, but...she hesitates.]

It's okay?

[She still hops up, but... at least she asked first.]

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[copperkitty]

[He successfully manages to not flinch away this time. His next problem is what he should do now. There is an organic on his palm, what do people usually do with organics?

Slowly, he raises her until she's level to his face. Wow, she has a lot of little details up close!]

You definitely don't look like you can spit acid.

[He's hoping anyway.]

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[littlecrowgirl]

[She holds her arms out to balance herself as Cheetor lifts her, giving a smile at that comment.]

Of course not! That's gross!

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[copperkitty]

[He reaches up and pokes her again, perhaps a little harder than before.]

How do organics protect themselves from harm? No offence, but you look kinda easy to break.

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[littlecrowgirl]

[That poke pushes her back a step or two, but she doesn't seem to mind. If anything, she's used to being toy-size.]

We have to wear special clothing called 'armor'. Otherwise it's really easy for us to get hurt if we fall from high places. Or attacked.

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[copperkitty]

Clothing? Is that what this is?

[Not taking a moment to consider that it might be rude to do so, he gently tugs at the edge of Kay's skirt. Suddenly curious and, again, not thinking of the consequences, pulls it up to see what's underneath.]

Why don't you wear armour all the time?

[Nothing's wrong here obviously.]

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[littlecrowgirl]

[AT LEAST TAKE HER ON A DATE FIRST CHEETOR OMG.

That hand is immediately smacked away.]

HEY!! THAT'S RUDE!

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[copperkitty]

[HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT HE DID WRONG WHY ARE YOU MAD AT HIM.

He withdraws his hand and gives her a startled look.]

What? How?

I was just looking!

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[littlecrowgirl]

You can't just look up a lady's shirt like that, buck-o!

It's rude!

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[copperkitty]

Why?

What's so special up there anyway?

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[littlecrowgirl]

Girl parts! Don't you have private stuff on your body?!

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[copperkitty]

You mean like my spark?

[OHHHHH]

Ah! I didn't mean... If it's like that...!

Sorry, I didn't mean to be so... uh, rude.

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[littlecrowgirl]

Just remember it for next time, okay?

[That pout face turns into a slight smile. Thankfully, Kay's not one to hold grudges for very long. Or at least let them get her down.]

Spark? Is that like an Ember?

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[copperkitty]

I'm not sure what an Ember is, but all Cybertronians have sparks.

[He reaches up with his free hand and places it over his sparkchamber.]

It's a pretty big deal if you see someone else's spark.

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[littlecrowgirl]

[Her own hand reaches out, almost instinctively, although she doesn't push it any farther.]

Really? I've never seen one before. Sure you can't sneak me a little peek?

[Kay, you were just preaching privacy. Why is this different?]

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[copperkitty]

Uhhhhh...

[He hesitates, thinking furiously as he glances around.]

...As long as you promise... not to tell anyone.

Seriously.

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[littlecrowgirl]

[Oh wow, you're really going to show her? Congrats, you just made her week.]

I really can? Oh, you're the best Cheetor! I promise not to tell anyone!

And I always keep my promises.

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[copperkitty]

[He glances around again before slowly opening his sparkchamber for her to see. Naturally he feels a little exposed showing the very essence of his being to Kay, but he allows her to have a look at the blue orb of energy. Though Kay might not notice, it's beating a little faster than usual.]

This is called our spark.

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[littlecrowgirl]

[Her hand reaches out tentatively, as if wanting to touch it, although something tells her that she shouldn't. After all, it was a private part of the Cybertronians, and Soundwave had mentioned not to touch an Ember, which sounded close to a Spark.]

It's beautiful!

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[copperkitty]

[Yeah it would have been uncomfortable if she did touch it. The implications would be... uh... well...]

Thanks!

Where do you organics keep your sparks?

[There's a click and the spark chamber closes. Sorry Kay, there's only so long he's willing to keep it open.]