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[It's Slipstream, Cybertronian Seeker with a light-teal and violet deco. Thruster repaired, she's hovering within the void of a crater. She attempts to sound pleasant, though whether she's successful is arguable.]

First off, any of you big bots or fellow refugees seen parts of this planet not littered with piles of scrap or marked with so many stellar craters. [Sarcasm: it is thick here.]

No offense to the big bot. The neighborhood looks to be undergoing some urban renewal, and offers all kinds of nostalgia for bots with experience in mining or demolitions. There's even attractions for the organics, like the ice hockey rinks. [Meaning the icy surfaces in the depths of the craters, images of which she's broadcasting.] And there's plenty of available residences in secure, well-shielded excavations.

And, second, since it's been established we weren't collected one from each universe, anyone noticed an exceptionally charming, handsome, egotistical, suck-up of a Seeker skulking around? If he's not in a pile of scrap waiting to be recycled, he's probably making a nuisance of himself!

You might say he looks something like me. [She gestures to those parts of her own body corresponding to her description.] Extra-broad shoulders. Strong- jaw. Amber canopy.

[Slipstream crosses her arms over her cockpit canopy. Lip components press together in something near a frown.]

It's not like I need to find him, or he's some great leader, or useful. But, I might not mind knowing if he's around.

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Demolitions, ya say?

[That caught his attention. If it involved grenades, he was all on board. Maybe he could even take Raf to the 'ice' to skate or whatever. The kid needed to get out more anyway.]

I'm not sure if you're complimenting or insulting this Seeker of yours.

Yeah, probably. [It's a pretty quick, casual answer; she hasn't been there long.] Craters, ejecta.

Let's just say you can punch him, if you find him, Jackie.

[That last part causes him to chuckle.]

Already met that quota. Do I get an award?

You saw Starscream here?

Well...yeah. Saw a bunch of em, actually.

[Never thought he'd say that in his lifetime. He really hoped he didn't.]

But there's one that kind of resembles you. You know, aside from the actual class. Kinda pink-coloured?

Bunch...? [Even working with the theory that there were multiple universes, and multiple Cybertrons, it hasn't yet occurred to her that there would be multiple Starscreams.]

And the universe didn't implode?

...

Magenta. Silver and magenta. Black accents.

That'd be him.

Gave him a good punch to the face after he introduced himself. Thought it was a pretty warm welcome.

[Still, the idea of multiple Starscreams...]

Yeah, somehow. There's the one I'm used ta seein, pinkie, and the bulky one.

So far, anyway.

Certainly nothing he isn't used to.

[A moment to decide which nickname fits which Starscream.]

Surprising they haven't tried setting themselves up as leaders, yet.

Nah, they've still got to have their cat fight over who's supreme leader first.

I'll grab ya tickets for that one.

[ Ratchet is very audibly going to smack his hand against his face and growl. ]

Don't even think about it, Wheeljack. I know what happens when you get too happy with your grenades.

[THANKS MOM. HE'LL BE HOME FOR DINNER AT FIVE.]

Easy, Doc. Ya can trust me.

I never blew you up, did I?

[ GOOD. GROWING BOTS NEED THEIR NUTRIENTS. ]

Trust you ~~with my life~~ to have the best of intentions? Yes.

Trust you with my my sanity and the structural stability of our temporary home? Not a bit.

[HE JUST WANTS TO PLAY OUTSIDE.]

To be fair, Doc, your sanity was long gone before I came to that marble.

[ BUT THE OUTSIDE IS FULL OF DANGEROUS THINGS LIKE STICKS AND ROCKS. ]

And if that's the case, then do you really think you should be pushing me about something like this?

[ Don't make him go unhinged on you, Wheeljack. He'll do it. He'll do it and then you'll wake up in the night and there'll be two glowing eyes and a wrench coming at your face and WHERE IS YOUR GOD NOW PUNY ROBOT. ]

[Thank you for what is now going to be Wheeljack's nightmares for the next few decacycles. He really appreciates it.]

Got it, got it...don't push the Doc's buttons when he's around.

[ All in a hard day's work, son. ]

My name's not Doc.

Edited (Wow, totally mixed up two threads there orz) 2012-06-30 05:31 (UTC)

Right, right. Point is, have a little faith in me. 's not like I've let you down before.

[ An extended pause goes here, followed by a grudging admission. ]
... that's true. To an extent.

[Wheeljack's voice eases up, taking on a more gentle tone.]

Ratch, I got this.

... you know, if you added one more syllable, you'd finally manage to get my name right.

[ It's his way of apologizing for his lack of trust without coming out and saying the words outright. ]

I'll get to that when it comes to me.

[ A small, amused chuff. ]

What, all those cranial injuries have finally done their number on your processor?

[That got a laugh out of him.]

Give my helm some credit. It's a lot tougher than that.

Hmm, I'll believe it when you start getting my name right consistently, Wheeljack.

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