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Raf listened obediently, nodding when he felt appropriate. He scanned over the datapad, taking the info in. And then there was a word he didn’t recognize. “What’s Nexus?”

eightleggedfemme

"Nexus was a neighboring planet to Cybertron. Not a lot was known about it, some Cybertronians explored it. It had some organic life on it though I never bothered to brush up on my history of it since it never directly affected me," she shrugged a spaulder before going back to the list quietly, "You'd have to ask Optimus Prime about that, most likely."

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Raf listened with rapt attention, taking in everything she said and committed it to memory. He didn’t really have any intention on using these words on a regular basis, unlike Miko, but it was very interesting to learn about.

"Some of those sound a lot like human curse words."

eightleggedfemme

"Well, a lot of these are adapted from human sayings. Apparently it's a hobby of one of the Autobots or the Decepticons, either one, to keep such updated lists available for translation purposes. I assume because Megatron believed at some point he wold be bringing more soldiers to Earth," she shrugged somewhat as she scrolled through, "A lot of these do not make much sense, but I suppose they were conned from Nexus as well," she sighed a little, tapping here and there with a claw to show the boy another list or another section for him to learn.

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Raf’s interest growing by the minute, he wiggled a bit closer as if it would help him hear better. The boy had always had a fascination with Cybertronian culture— and she was teaching him something the others would not. He just needed to remind himself to be careful about her. She wasn’t attacking him— but it would be foolish to let his guard down.

"Alright," he replied. "What do we start with?"

eightleggedfemme

"Start with, hm? I suppose we can just simply go down the list of insults from the beginning," she watched the boy actually sit somewhat closer to her, curious as to why he would feel so comfortable when not moments before he looked ready to bolt like a little rabbit. Curiosity was a dangerous little emotion these humans had, it seemed. She fixed herself to finally sit on the earth, pulling up a data pad she had salvaged from the wreckage of her ship to pull up a digital list of what she knew for sure of the list for him to read as she started the long task of explaining what each meant.

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"Your reputation precedes you," Raf replied instantly. Not to mention all the times Arcee had fought against her. Those situations were hard to miss. He fidgeted, rubbing the back of his neck. Despite being nervous around her, his curiosity won out. "So there’s only three Cybertronian curse words?”

eightleggedfemme

"Reputation, eh? I suppose you have a point," she did have the reputation of a collector of sorts, but she had long since lost her 'trophy case' to Jack. She'd take care of that later, however, watching the boy as he squirmed under her gaze. She smiled just a little more, "I guess I could show you the wonderful world of Cybertronian colorful language."

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herides

Reblog if you're a Robot.

eightleggedfemme

"Was there any doubt?"

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speculumumbraee

Who do you ship my muse with?

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Oh. He hadn’t meant to run into her. But as long as she was teaching him… “W— Well, yeah. But its said so often that I didn’t realized it was considered to be one of those words.”

eightleggedfemme

"I believe it is the human equivalent to 'crap' or another curse that is in the English language," she waved her hand and servos absently, dismissively, even as she observed the boy. "Hm, you are weary of me, fleshling. I am curious as to why, I have done nothing to make you as such."

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He’s wary of her, but that’s not unusual for Starscream. His perpetual fear has gotten him far in life, kept him alive. But now he has no home, no faction, and very little left to his name. That fear will keep him running across galaxies, no doubt, until he finds safety or until Megatron, the idiot that he is, finds somewhere else to be. It’s doubtful, and Starscream recognizes his mistakes - recognizes the multitude of times he fucked up, or didn’t follow all the way through. In fact, the entire thing had been a mistake, but then - joining the Autobots probably would have been an even worse decision.

He’s silent as he limps along, leaning against an extra leg with a surprising lack of weight. The mech appears to be ill - as if he is frightened of his own shadow. Unsurprising - the damage to him is substantial enough that is remarkable Starscream can even see straight, let alone limp. No doubt he has paranoia of Arachnid’s generosity, but perhaps goodness days lurk there - somewhere - because Decepticon defectors weren’t exactly loved by either remaining side of Cybertronian society. She scratched his back, he’d scratch hers. A sigh leaves him, and he eyes ‘Lumbar’ with a mild amount of contempt, before glancing towards Arachnid. The silence is thickening, and he offers only the smallest of grumbles. “Fortunately I am no vain Knockout…” Another glance was given to the chipper Insecticon. “And I imagine Lumbar here will do a better job fixing me than him anyway.” The unsteady clank of his limp fills the catacombs as he takes off after the rather… revoltingly adorable creature, hoping and praying he wasn’t about to be stripped for parts like some other unfortunate soul.

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Once the two disappear into one of the cleaner chambers, Airachnid had far more to worry about. Should Megatron desire to, he could possibly trace Starscream's spark signature all the way back to her home, and that was something she had no intention of dealing with in any scenario. She immediately went about replacing the shield that had temporarily been disabled once they had arrived so they could find their way back through the forested area and into the mountains. As dank and dreary as most would assume such caverns to be, the energon provided a warmth to otherwise chilled frames and there was plenty to go around between her and her rather large, and still growing army that lived so deeply underground.

Lumbar provided no sounds as the actually taller Decepticon bot followed him into the small medical area that they had. It was well equipped, though not as technologically as advanced with the terminal screens and such as Knockout's facilities had been, there was a cleaned stone slab that was carved and smoothed to a fine finish, a large table with proper tools and several jars with cleansing materials to keep said items from being contaminated. To the side was a large cabinet, glass panes revealing separated, organized, and cleaned parts, mostly stripped of all paint and a dull, simple gray color. There were a range of parts from Decepticon drones to Insecticon pieces that were neatly trimmed and kept as up to date as possible.

The smaller Insecticon lifted one of its spare arms to the table, not saying a word but the motion was obvious what was required. To repair such extensive damage, Starscream would have to be put into a Stasis, which required the mech to be comfortable and properly seated to the table in order to do so without causing him further damage. A few clicks escaped Lumbars mandibles as he cleaned his hands and appendages to begin work.

Luckily for Starscream, Lumbar was one of the free-thinkers of Airachnid's hoard. He had no intention of doing anything but what he was told to do, which was to repair Starscream to the best of their ability, and to remove any and all tracing materials from the bot's skeletal structure, if not for his sake, than for all of theirs.

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"A-As you wish," Knockout replied, nodding his head to her and sauntering towards the Insecticon. Such a thing as…flying was never favorable for him, since he preferred the pavement under his treads most of all; that and humans made some very attractive automobiles. But he wasn’t about to throw himself to the Insecticons, especially if their master were to leak all of her energon supply. Clambering onto the beast, he made himself as comfortable as one possibly could, casting a glance over his spaulder.

"And you’re sure that…Megatron won’t be able to track our signal?" He’d question, tone remaining rather nervous. If anything, Megatron would have Soundwave track his signal in order to tear out his spark.

eightleggedfemme

"You worry too much," she spoke soothingly to the mech as he finally climbed aboard the Insecticon and sat quietly behind her. She even reached around to his servos, only using the one hand of hers to make sure he wrapped it around her waist for both of their sakes. Should she pass out, he could keep her aboard their 'mount', and should he feel he was falling, she'd be able to act as an anchor for him since she could grab onto the helm of the Insecticon.

Once they were situated, the bot lifted up a few feet into the air, staying low in the tree line along the bows and flying forward at a near breakneck speed, "If Megatron had the ability to hunt us down, don't you think I'd already be dead by now?" she peered over her spaulder at him and smiled all the more, even showing a single fang as she did so, "If you really are weary of it, we will do a quick scan and see if you have trackers on you. We'll remove it and then you'll be completely free. Who knows, we could probably find some pretty red paint and even cover that brand of yours," she had long since painted over the Decepticon marking over her breast plate ages ago, no longer finding herself working for the mech, she felt she needed no proof that she had been one in the first place.

"And if he still tries to hunt you down, don't worry, Poppet," her hand came to rest over his, digis lacing with the larger appendage across her midsection, "We all will protect you."

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fayren

Cons in glasses.

Getting this one ready for the printers. Unfortunately Dreadwing had to go, couldn’t find a way to work him in. But I’ll probably make postcard sized prints of all of them anyway for people who just want one character.

Many thanks to Eldritchsky for tolerating me and helping me out with color choices.

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