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[Accidental Video] [Transmitting from: The Junkpile]

[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...]

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It is confusing. But for right now, let's, uh...just concentrate on what's going on.

You're here. You feel...okay? Anything different you noticed? Any pain or anything?

Weak.

I feel really weak.

And it feels like something's wrong but I don't know what.

Right. So, you need a medic, at least. To check you out. see if you're okay.

Cheetor I've...almost died. A lot. It does feel weird. It doesn't mean anything's wrong with you. It just might take time before things seem normal again.

I don't need a medic.

[Stubborn kitten is always going to be stubborn.]

I've never... well obviously I've never died before. It's really, uh... [Scary, but he's not going to admit to that.]

What do you do that puts your life in so much danger?

If you say so, I'm not going to push it. [Because he feels the same way.]

It's unsettling. [See? Not 'scary'--totally different!] But you're alive and that's something important, don't you think?

[Deep breath. Yeah, that's a hell of a story.] I fight. [Okay, maybe not that long a story, though.]

Yeah, unsettling. [That sounds way better than 'scary'] I definitely like being alive more than I like being dead. Way more interesting.

[Oh come on, there's gotta be more to it than that.]

You fight? What do you fight?

Right. Just focus on that. It gets easier.

[He hopes.]

Had some energon, at least?

[A semi-uncomfortable shrug.] I fight in the war. So...whoever's bad. [It is complicated, Cheetor.]

Oh...

[He glances around for a moment, trying to decide if it's a good idea to ask...]

Do... you think you can show me a thing or two about fighting?

I'm actually kinda new at this.

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[He tilts his head: for his part, it's still weird to think there are Cybertronians who know nothing about fighting. Even Wing could fight. Even Wing knew about the war. ]

All right. What do you want to learn? Swords? Guns? Hand-to-hand?

[A shrug.] It's not a bad thing to be new at, honestly. [Just...next time don't go after someone like Jaguar.]

[The chance to improve his skills so he can take on Jaguar for real definitely changes his mood.]

Swords would be awesome, but all I have are my guns and my servos.

I swear this won't be a waste of your time! Just you wait!

[...]

So... uh... what's your name?

All right. We'll see what we can find for a blade for you.

You should contact Wing, too. He's the best at hand-to-hand.

[Only truth. Drift was pretty good, but Wing regularly threw him around like a paper airplane.]

[Oh. Right.]

...Drift. [He's not sure his name means anything: no one else he's met seems to have recognized it.]