re_alignment | [Accidental Video] [Transmitting from: The Junkpile]

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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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[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?]

Uhhhhh...

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

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

Seriously.

[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.

[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.

[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!

[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.]

Our sparks? Well...we don't have those, silly! Our spark-equivalent is called a heart. And it's in the same place, really.

Except...we can't open it up.

Wait if it doesn't open up how do you...?

[WAIT, does he really want to go there?]

How do you do you show when you, uhh, like someone?

...How do we what?

[Her eyebrow perks as she takes a seat on that hand, making herself comfortable.]

We...usually tell them! Nothing like a good ol' punch to the shoulder to get a conversation going!

[You know what? He's going to take the high road and bypass that conversation.]

So organics hit each other to let them know when they like each other?

Doesn't sound very romantic or whatever.

[Whoops old organic bias slipping in there.]