it's paintchip.

... why did I do this..

[paintchip-offical]

hello everyone! I'm paintchip! A deception medic and the conjux of the wonderful @crowflight-offical!

OOC stuff here!

Hello! The owner here where gonna lay down some rules.

2. I ain't comfortable with shipping paint with anyone but her conjux

1. Tho torture/hurt is fine :). But uh nothin funky.

3. Just be kind man!

4. I suck at like biology for bots so give me some patience.

NOW! LORE AND REF SHEET ( made by @bunmir)

paintchip is a CD player who used to be a medic for the djd her name then was side-slash. She doesn't talk about it and did her best to erase side-slash. She has wheels that pop out of her feet to let her skate around! The chips in her paint are just areas that will never let paint stick so she puts stickers there! She still is a medic now!

[paintchip-offical]

*The speakers in the cell crackle as they activate.*

Hello, Sideslash~ How are you enjoying your new home? - @fort-quasar-prison-complex

(Paintchip is curled up in a ball on her bed. Her antenna twitch as the speakers crackle. She curls up a tad tighter)

"My names paintchip.. And it's fine.."

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

Well, your files say "Sideslash".

Regardless, I have something for you! You should consider yourself lucky to be receiving a gift from me.

*The panels in the ceiling open up and something comes down and attaches to the wall.*

*A hamster bottle full of energon*

Here's your dinner, pet. Enjoy!

[paintchip-offical]

"...i.."

(Paintchip stares at the hamster bottle. She is hungry yet accepting that feels like a blow her her own sence of person. And being called pet sure didn't help.)

"I'm not hungry.."

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

Not hungry? Really? Hm. Maybe I haven't starved you long enough then. I suppose we can wait a couple more days.

[paintchip-offical]

"Mm.. Why?.."

(She doesn't wanna drink outta that thing. Shes a person. But she's hungry.. It would be good for her to eat. Should she? Just so she could survive?)

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

Well, I'm offering you a meal... but you clearly don't want it. Ungrateful rodent.

*The hamster bottle begins to rise back up into the ceiling.*

[paintchip-offical]

"No no! I am hungry! I just.."

(Paintchip contemplates telling her reason for not excepting before but ultimately decides against it)

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

*The hamster bottle stopped, but it didn't come back within reach.*

Oh? But I thought you said you weren't hungry? Tsk tsk, changing your mind so quickly... Maybe we should wait a while until you're feeling a little more decisive.

*The bottle starts rising again, but slower, almost tauntingly.*

[paintchip-offical]

"No! Quasar. I'm hungry ill eat from the stupid bottle!"

(Paintchips antenna twitch and she moves to the edge of her bed.)

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

"Stupid bottle?" Well, that's not very kind of you, is it? Maybe you'll feel a little more grateful if I give you some time to think about your behaviour.

[paintchip-offical]

"I don't need time to think! And stop talking to me like a child!"

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

Ah ah ah, don't raise your voice. It won't save you.

*The bottle disappeared into the ceiling.*

I'll give this back to you once you've learned to behave. Like a good pet.

[paintchip-offical]

"No! Quasar please! I'm sorry! I'm hungry! I don't wanna fall asleep hungry again for the forth time this week.."

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

Awe... poor dear. Tired of having an empty tank, are we? Are you ready to ask nicely?

[paintchip-offical]

"..yes.. I am..."

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

Go on then.

[paintchip-offical]

(Paintchip hesitates before speaking)

"Quasar I am hungry and I'm sorry for calling the bottle stupid. Can.. Can I please have some food."

[paintchip-offical]

*The speakers in the cell crackle as they activate.*

Hello, Sideslash~ How are you enjoying your new home? - @fort-quasar-prison-complex

(Paintchip is curled up in a ball on her bed. Her antenna twitch as the speakers crackle. She curls up a tad tighter)

"My names paintchip.. And it's fine.."

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

Well, your files say "Sideslash".

Regardless, I have something for you! You should consider yourself lucky to be receiving a gift from me.

*The panels in the ceiling open up and something comes down and attaches to the wall.*

*A hamster bottle full of energon*

Here's your dinner, pet. Enjoy!

[paintchip-offical]

"...i.."

(Paintchip stares at the hamster bottle. She is hungry yet accepting that feels like a blow her her own sence of person. And being called pet sure didn't help.)

"I'm not hungry.."

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

Not hungry? Really? Hm. Maybe I haven't starved you long enough then. I suppose we can wait a couple more days.

[paintchip-offical]

"Mm.. Why?.."

(She doesn't wanna drink outta that thing. Shes a person. But she's hungry.. It would be good for her to eat. Should she? Just so she could survive?)

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

Well, I'm offering you a meal... but you clearly don't want it. Ungrateful rodent.

*The hamster bottle begins to rise back up into the ceiling.*

[paintchip-offical]

"No no! I am hungry! I just.."

(Paintchip contemplates telling her reason for not excepting before but ultimately decides against it)

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

*The hamster bottle stopped, but it didn't come back within reach.*

Oh? But I thought you said you weren't hungry? Tsk tsk, changing your mind so quickly... Maybe we should wait a while until you're feeling a little more decisive.

*The bottle starts rising again, but slower, almost tauntingly.*

[paintchip-offical]

"No! Quasar. I'm hungry ill eat from the stupid bottle!"

(Paintchips antenna twitch and she moves to the edge of her bed.)

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

"Stupid bottle?" Well, that's not very kind of you, is it? Maybe you'll feel a little more grateful if I give you some time to think about your behaviour.

[paintchip-offical]

"I don't need time to think! And stop talking to me like a child!"

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

Ah ah ah, don't raise your voice. It won't save you.

*The bottle disappeared into the ceiling.*

I'll give this back to you once you've learned to behave. Like a good pet.

[paintchip-offical]

"No! Quasar please! I'm sorry! I'm hungry! I don't wanna fall asleep hungry again for the forth time this week.."

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

Awe... poor dear. Tired of having an empty tank, are we? Are you ready to ask nicely?

[paintchip-offical]

"..yes.. I am..."

[paintchip-offical]

*The speakers in the cell crackle as they activate.*

Hello, Sideslash~ How are you enjoying your new home? - @fort-quasar-prison-complex

(Paintchip is curled up in a ball on her bed. Her antenna twitch as the speakers crackle. She curls up a tad tighter)

"My names paintchip.. And it's fine.."

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

Well, your files say "Sideslash".

Regardless, I have something for you! You should consider yourself lucky to be receiving a gift from me.

*The panels in the ceiling open up and something comes down and attaches to the wall.*

*A hamster bottle full of energon*

Here's your dinner, pet. Enjoy!

[paintchip-offical]

"...i.."

(Paintchip stares at the hamster bottle. She is hungry yet accepting that feels like a blow her her own sence of person. And being called pet sure didn't help.)

"I'm not hungry.."

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

Not hungry? Really? Hm. Maybe I haven't starved you long enough then. I suppose we can wait a couple more days.

[paintchip-offical]

"Mm.. Why?.."

(She doesn't wanna drink outta that thing. Shes a person. But she's hungry.. It would be good for her to eat. Should she? Just so she could survive?)

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

Well, I'm offering you a meal... but you clearly don't want it. Ungrateful rodent.

*The hamster bottle begins to rise back up into the ceiling.*

[paintchip-offical]

"No no! I am hungry! I just.."

(Paintchip contemplates telling her reason for not excepting before but ultimately decides against it)

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

*The hamster bottle stopped, but it didn't come back within reach.*

Oh? But I thought you said you weren't hungry? Tsk tsk, changing your mind so quickly... Maybe we should wait a while until you're feeling a little more decisive.

*The bottle starts rising again, but slower, almost tauntingly.*

[paintchip-offical]

"No! Quasar. I'm hungry ill eat from the stupid bottle!"

(Paintchips antenna twitch and she moves to the edge of her bed.)

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

"Stupid bottle?" Well, that's not very kind of you, is it? Maybe you'll feel a little more grateful if I give you some time to think about your behaviour.

[paintchip-offical]

"I don't need time to think! And stop talking to me like a child!"

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

Ah ah ah, don't raise your voice. It won't save you.

*The bottle disappeared into the ceiling.*

I'll give this back to you once you've learned to behave. Like a good pet.

[paintchip-offical]

"No! Quasar please! I'm sorry! I'm hungry! I don't wanna fall asleep hungry again for the forth time this week.."

[paintchip-offical]

*The speakers in the cell crackle as they activate.*

Hello, Sideslash~ How are you enjoying your new home? - @fort-quasar-prison-complex

(Paintchip is curled up in a ball on her bed. Her antenna twitch as the speakers crackle. She curls up a tad tighter)

"My names paintchip.. And it's fine.."

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

Well, your files say "Sideslash".

Regardless, I have something for you! You should consider yourself lucky to be receiving a gift from me.

*The panels in the ceiling open up and something comes down and attaches to the wall.*

*A hamster bottle full of energon*

Here's your dinner, pet. Enjoy!

[paintchip-offical]

"...i.."

(Paintchip stares at the hamster bottle. She is hungry yet accepting that feels like a blow her her own sence of person. And being called pet sure didn't help.)

"I'm not hungry.."

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

Not hungry? Really? Hm. Maybe I haven't starved you long enough then. I suppose we can wait a couple more days.

[paintchip-offical]

"Mm.. Why?.."

(She doesn't wanna drink outta that thing. Shes a person. But she's hungry.. It would be good for her to eat. Should she? Just so she could survive?)

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

Well, I'm offering you a meal... but you clearly don't want it. Ungrateful rodent.

*The hamster bottle begins to rise back up into the ceiling.*

[paintchip-offical]

"No no! I am hungry! I just.."

(Paintchip contemplates telling her reason for not excepting before but ultimately decides against it)

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

*The hamster bottle stopped, but it didn't come back within reach.*

Oh? But I thought you said you weren't hungry? Tsk tsk, changing your mind so quickly... Maybe we should wait a while until you're feeling a little more decisive.

*The bottle starts rising again, but slower, almost tauntingly.*

[paintchip-offical]

"No! Quasar. I'm hungry ill eat from the stupid bottle!"

(Paintchips antenna twitch and she moves to the edge of her bed.)

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

"Stupid bottle?" Well, that's not very kind of you, is it? Maybe you'll feel a little more grateful if I give you some time to think about your behaviour.

[paintchip-offical]

"I don't need time to think! And stop talking to me like a child!"

[paintchip-offical]

*The speakers in the cell crackle as they activate.*

Hello, Sideslash~ How are you enjoying your new home? - @fort-quasar-prison-complex

(Paintchip is curled up in a ball on her bed. Her antenna twitch as the speakers crackle. She curls up a tad tighter)

"My names paintchip.. And it's fine.."

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

Well, your files say "Sideslash".

Regardless, I have something for you! You should consider yourself lucky to be receiving a gift from me.

*The panels in the ceiling open up and something comes down and attaches to the wall.*

*A hamster bottle full of energon*

Here's your dinner, pet. Enjoy!

[paintchip-offical]

"...i.."

(Paintchip stares at the hamster bottle. She is hungry yet accepting that feels like a blow her her own sence of person. And being called pet sure didn't help.)

"I'm not hungry.."

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

Not hungry? Really? Hm. Maybe I haven't starved you long enough then. I suppose we can wait a couple more days.

[paintchip-offical]

"Mm.. Why?.."

(She doesn't wanna drink outta that thing. Shes a person. But she's hungry.. It would be good for her to eat. Should she? Just so she could survive?)

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

Well, I'm offering you a meal... but you clearly don't want it. Ungrateful rodent.

*The hamster bottle begins to rise back up into the ceiling.*

[paintchip-offical]

"No no! I am hungry! I just.."

(Paintchip contemplates telling her reason for not excepting before but ultimately decides against it)

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

*The hamster bottle stopped, but it didn't come back within reach.*

Oh? But I thought you said you weren't hungry? Tsk tsk, changing your mind so quickly... Maybe we should wait a while until you're feeling a little more decisive.

*The bottle starts rising again, but slower, almost tauntingly.*

[paintchip-offical]

"No! Quasar. I'm hungry ill eat from the stupid bottle!"

(Paintchips antenna twitch and she moves to the edge of her bed.)

[paintchip-offical]

*The speakers in the cell crackle as they activate.*

Hello, Sideslash~ How are you enjoying your new home? - @fort-quasar-prison-complex

(Paintchip is curled up in a ball on her bed. Her antenna twitch as the speakers crackle. She curls up a tad tighter)

"My names paintchip.. And it's fine.."

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

Well, your files say "Sideslash".

Regardless, I have something for you! You should consider yourself lucky to be receiving a gift from me.

*The panels in the ceiling open up and something comes down and attaches to the wall.*

*A hamster bottle full of energon*

Here's your dinner, pet. Enjoy!

[paintchip-offical]

"...i.."

(Paintchip stares at the hamster bottle. She is hungry yet accepting that feels like a blow her her own sence of person. And being called pet sure didn't help.)

"I'm not hungry.."

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

Not hungry? Really? Hm. Maybe I haven't starved you long enough then. I suppose we can wait a couple more days.

[paintchip-offical]

"Mm.. Why?.."

(She doesn't wanna drink outta that thing. Shes a person. But she's hungry.. It would be good for her to eat. Should she? Just so she could survive?)

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

Well, I'm offering you a meal... but you clearly don't want it. Ungrateful rodent.

*The hamster bottle begins to rise back up into the ceiling.*

[paintchip-offical]

"No no! I am hungry! I just.."

(Paintchip contemplates telling her reason for not excepting before but ultimately decides against it)

[paintchip-offical]

*The speakers in the cell crackle as they activate.*

Hello, Sideslash~ How are you enjoying your new home? - @fort-quasar-prison-complex

(Paintchip is curled up in a ball on her bed. Her antenna twitch as the speakers crackle. She curls up a tad tighter)

"My names paintchip.. And it's fine.."

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

Well, your files say "Sideslash".

Regardless, I have something for you! You should consider yourself lucky to be receiving a gift from me.

*The panels in the ceiling open up and something comes down and attaches to the wall.*

*A hamster bottle full of energon*

Here's your dinner, pet. Enjoy!

[paintchip-offical]

"...i.."

(Paintchip stares at the hamster bottle. She is hungry yet accepting that feels like a blow her her own sence of person. And being called pet sure didn't help.)

"I'm not hungry.."

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

Not hungry? Really? Hm. Maybe I haven't starved you long enough then. I suppose we can wait a couple more days.

[paintchip-offical]

"Mm.. Why?.."

(She doesn't wanna drink outta that thing. Shes a person. But she's hungry.. It would be good for her to eat. Should she? Just so she could survive?)

[paintchip-offical]

*The speakers in the cell crackle as they activate.*

Hello, Sideslash~ How are you enjoying your new home? - @fort-quasar-prison-complex

(Paintchip is curled up in a ball on her bed. Her antenna twitch as the speakers crackle. She curls up a tad tighter)

"My names paintchip.. And it's fine.."

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

Well, your files say "Sideslash".

Regardless, I have something for you! You should consider yourself lucky to be receiving a gift from me.

*The panels in the ceiling open up and something comes down and attaches to the wall.*

*A hamster bottle full of energon*

Here's your dinner, pet. Enjoy!

[paintchip-offical]

"...i.."

(Paintchip stares at the hamster bottle. She is hungry yet accepting that feels like a blow her her own sence of person. And being called pet sure didn't help.)

"I'm not hungry.."

[paintchip-offical]

*The speakers in the cell crackle as they activate.*

Hello, Sideslash~ How are you enjoying your new home? - @fort-quasar-prison-complex

(Paintchip is curled up in a ball on her bed. Her antenna twitch as the speakers crackle. She curls up a tad tighter)

"My names paintchip.. And it's fine.."

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

(Paintchip slowly steps of the transport ship. she messes with her cuffs a little. Her antenna are down and her vision stays on the floor.)

( @paintchip-offical )

*The intercom activated.*

Welcome to your new home, Paintchip. ...Or should I say, Sideslash? You were smart to hide your identity, but clearly not smart enough.

I think we're gonna get along just fine.

@dreadwing-official Our first prisoner has arrived. I believe she is ready to see her "new room".

[dreadwing-official]

Dreadwing was soon to arrive, his tall and intimidating stature looming over Paintchip. "Follow me." He sternly spoke, forcefully grabbing her by the arm.

[paintchip-offical]

(Paintchip slightly yelps)

"Y-yes sir."

(She looks around as she's led to her cell)

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

I've designated cell A01 for her.

*The whole station briefly rattled as one of the rings stopped turning and connected to the main body.*

Airlock on level three. Bridge is in place.

[dreadwing-official]

He led her through the dark, empty halls. The air around them was eerie and uncomfortable, their footsteps echoing.

"We're here." Dreadwing spoke. The cell in front of them was barren, except for a plain berth. "This is where you will live from now on."

@paintchip-official

[paintchip-offical]

(Paintchip doesn't wanna step a single foot in that cell. She could feel the air trying to claw away her hope. She looks up a dreadwing trying to see if he somehow shares the same unease. There is only a few words to say how she feels.)

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

(Paintchip slowly steps of the transport ship. she messes with her cuffs a little. Her antenna are down and her vision stays on the floor.)

( @paintchip-offical )

*The intercom activated.*

Welcome to your new home, Paintchip. ...Or should I say, Sideslash? You were smart to hide your identity, but clearly not smart enough.

I think we're gonna get along just fine.

@dreadwing-official Our first prisoner has arrived. I believe she is ready to see her "new room".

[dreadwing-official]

Dreadwing was soon to arrive, his tall and intimidating stature looming over Paintchip. "Follow me." He sternly spoke, forcefully grabbing her by the arm.

[paintchip-offical]

(Paintchip slightly yelps)

"Y-yes sir."

(She looks around as she's led to her cell)

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

(Paintchip slowly steps of the transport ship. she messes with her cuffs a little. Her antenna are down and her vision stays on the floor.)

( @paintchip-offical )

*The intercom activated.*

Welcome to your new home, Paintchip. ...Or should I say, Sideslash? You were smart to hide your identity, but clearly not smart enough.

I think we're gonna get along just fine.

@dreadwing-official Our first prisoner has arrived. I believe she is ready to see her "new room".

[paintchip-offical]

(She jolts has she hears the voice. She already feels sick and scared)

"Mm..."

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

Don't worry. You'll be... taken care of.

[paintchip-offical]

"Why.. Why did you say it like that?.."

[fort-quasar-prison-complex]

(Paintchip slowly steps of the transport ship. she messes with her cuffs a little. Her antenna are down and her vision stays on the floor.)

( @paintchip-offical )

*The intercom activated.*

Welcome to your new home, Paintchip. ...Or should I say, Sideslash? You were smart to hide your identity, but clearly not smart enough.

I think we're gonna get along just fine.

@dreadwing-official Our first prisoner has arrived. I believe she is ready to see her "new room".

[paintchip-offical]

(She jolts has she hears the voice. She already feels sick and scared)

"Mm..."

[doc-nickel-official]

Tarn snatched paintchip!

Good

[paintchip-offical]

(Ooc: D: lol)

[paintchip-offical]

Paintchip Please report to my office. I have a few questions to ask you

@udcjtarnofficial

"Oh! Understood! I'll be there soon!"

(Paintchip grabs the sticker book she's been working on and heads to tarns office. She has a bad feeling about this but maybe it's just for a talk about how well she did with stickers? Or maybe shes finally gonna be able to press the button on the decpti-blender? Her antenna lower a tad as she walks to tarns office. She knocks on the door a few times once she gets there)

[udcjtarnofficial]

*tarn waits in his office for her, sitting behind his desk*

[paintchip-offical]

(Paintchip slowly opens the door. She looks at tarn with a slight worried smile)

"Greetings tarn! You asked me to come to your office? Is something the matter?"

[udcjtarnofficial]

Something is the matter *Tarn slides the report from the Quasar-fire Complex over* Can you answer for this? *the report showed that there was no Paintchip registered to the Decepticons, Autobots, or any neutral faction, but that there was a supposed dead bot who matched her features*

[paintchip-offical]

(Paintchips entire body seemed to freeze. How.. She.. She got rid of everything that.. She just looks up at tarn as her antenna fully droop and a scared look on her face)

"I.. I suppose I don't have a answer for that but I should exist! I mean I'm standing right here! Are we sure it's not a error of sorts?"

[udcjtarnofficial]

*the doors to the office closed and clicked with a lock behind her* I checked the decepticon central archives myself and requiested Ultra-Magnus' underlings do the same for the autobot central records. None of them have any Paintchip on file until your union with Crowflight. However, we do still have the certified MIA report of one Side-Slash presumed dead, however there is not corresponding after-action report from the autobot side confirming said bot's death. Most others there are, even if they're not exactly obvious. *he slides over Side-slash's on file image* and you two do bear a striking resemblance.

[paintchip-offical]

(She looks back at the door as it locks. She takes a small vent in and out)

"Well prior to crowflight I didn't really talk to anyone so I can understand maybe not being known enough..."

(She looks down at the file image of side-slash. Shes trying to think of a reason why they look this close without being the same person. She messes with her servos)

"I... We do yes.. But I'm.. I'm sure this has happened before right? Someone dying and someone just so happens to look like them?"

[udcjtarnofficial]

You misunderstand me. Regardless of who you talked to, even if your sire kept you shut in an empty cistern since birth, there would be either record of your creation, or joining the Decepticon cause. There is no such record for any 'Paintchip' just as there is no confirmation of death for Side-slash.

[paintchip-offical]

"Understood.. What are you getting at here then?.. Surly it can't be.."

(She tries to tell herself that she's gonna be fine but at the same time there is no other reason she could have been called here with everything tarn has shown her.)

[udcjtarnofficial]

Side-Slash. *Tarn Addressed her directly*

[paintchip-offical]

(She jolts a little before lowering her gaze. And nodding. She opens her mouth to speak but nothing comes out except for a small whine)

"Mm.."

(After a minute she collects herself and softly mutters out)

".. That.. That is I..."

[udcjtarnofficial]

That's your true name, even if you wish you had forgotten it. *he slides a new pad across* That's a sample from your residue on the Deceptiblender you decorated on one side, and a comparitive one from Side-slash's last exam before being lost. They are the same. You are found out, Side-slash. What do you have to say for yourself?

[paintchip-offical]

"I.. I don't think there is anything I can say to make this better... But I must ask.. Whats going to happen? I'm going to be able to leave right? Go back to crowflight?"

[udcjtarnofficial]

For the time being, I will consider Crowflight separate from your desertion, unless you indicate otherwise. If you value your Conjunx, you will say no more to implicate him.

[paintchip-offical]

"Understood..."

(Paintchips entire em field is filled with worry and anxiety)

[udcjtarnofficial]

If you cooperate and your reasons for dissertion have good reason, it will only be a short term. However, if you cause us trouble, it may be a life sentence.

[paintchip-offical]

"I understand... Do you want me to say my reasons now or later? I have a present for someone I would like to give them before I can't.."

[udcjtarnofficial]

You will state what you have to now and then be taken to Fort Quasar Prison Complex while we decide your fate Any affairs you leave we may see to when we have the time.

[paintchip-offical]

".. My reasons where I just wanted to be normal and be able to disappear into a crowd and not have cons have to feel like they must respect me."

(She slides a sticker book with a little "to: nickle from: paintchip" tag on the front)

"All I ask is that crowflight is told where I'll be and that this is given to nickel..."

[udcjtarnofficial]

He will be informed, though let me be the first to inform you that That is not a good reason to Desert the Decepticon cause. *Two silver masked Inquisitors stepped in from unseen doors* You will now be taken to your incarceration, term to be determined, as recompence for your betrayal of the Decepticon Cause, Side-Slash.

[paintchip-offical]

".. Please just call me paintchip.."

(Paintchip can feel her entire frame start shaking as she tries to stay calm-ish)

[udcjtarnofficial]

But you are not "Paint Chip" Paint Chip does not exist except on illicit documents. You, Side-Slash, will endure the consequences of your action. Good day. *the silver masked Inquisitors seized her and forcibly lead her out of the room by a secret passage*

[paintchip-offical]

(Paintchip let's out a soft beep as she's grabbed and she keeps her head down)

[udcjtarnofficial]

*before loading her on the Prison Transport with a dozen other convicted or suspected bots, the Inquisitors removed all her colorful armor and anything else personal to her until she was left with nothing she could call her own* *Tarn made a note in the file, then closed it, considering some of the other happenings surrounding the DJD's newest Incarceration facility*

[paintchip-offical]

(Ooc her whimsy.. 😭. Eh! Oh well hampter time)

[paintchip-offical]

Paintchip Please report to my office. I have a few questions to ask you

@udcjtarnofficial

"Oh! Understood! I'll be there soon!"

(Paintchip grabs the sticker book she's been working on and heads to tarns office. She has a bad feeling about this but maybe it's just for a talk about how well she did with stickers? Or maybe shes finally gonna be able to press the button on the decpti-blender? Her antenna lower a tad as she walks to tarns office. She knocks on the door a few times once she gets there)

[udcjtarnofficial]

*tarn waits in his office for her, sitting behind his desk*

[paintchip-offical]

(Paintchip slowly opens the door. She looks at tarn with a slight worried smile)

"Greetings tarn! You asked me to come to your office? Is something the matter?"

[udcjtarnofficial]

Something is the matter *Tarn slides the report from the Quasar-fire Complex over* Can you answer for this? *the report showed that there was no Paintchip registered to the Decepticons, Autobots, or any neutral faction, but that there was a supposed dead bot who matched her features*

[paintchip-offical]

(Paintchips entire body seemed to freeze. How.. She.. She got rid of everything that.. She just looks up at tarn as her antenna fully droop and a scared look on her face)

"I.. I suppose I don't have a answer for that but I should exist! I mean I'm standing right here! Are we sure it's not a error of sorts?"

[udcjtarnofficial]

*the doors to the office closed and clicked with a lock behind her* I checked the decepticon central archives myself and requiested Ultra-Magnus' underlings do the same for the autobot central records. None of them have any Paintchip on file until your union with Crowflight. However, we do still have the certified MIA report of one Side-Slash presumed dead, however there is not corresponding after-action report from the autobot side confirming said bot's death. Most others there are, even if they're not exactly obvious. *he slides over Side-slash's on file image* and you two do bear a striking resemblance.

[paintchip-offical]

(She looks back at the door as it locks. She takes a small vent in and out)

"Well prior to crowflight I didn't really talk to anyone so I can understand maybe not being known enough..."

(She looks down at the file image of side-slash. Shes trying to think of a reason why they look this close without being the same person. She messes with her servos)

"I... We do yes.. But I'm.. I'm sure this has happened before right? Someone dying and someone just so happens to look like them?"

[udcjtarnofficial]

You misunderstand me. Regardless of who you talked to, even if your sire kept you shut in an empty cistern since birth, there would be either record of your creation, or joining the Decepticon cause. There is no such record for any 'Paintchip' just as there is no confirmation of death for Side-slash.

[paintchip-offical]

"Understood.. What are you getting at here then?.. Surly it can't be.."

(She tries to tell herself that she's gonna be fine but at the same time there is no other reason she could have been called here with everything tarn has shown her.)

[udcjtarnofficial]

Side-Slash. *Tarn Addressed her directly*

[paintchip-offical]

(She jolts a little before lowering her gaze. And nodding. She opens her mouth to speak but nothing comes out except for a small whine)

"Mm.."

(After a minute she collects herself and softly mutters out)

".. That.. That is I..."

[udcjtarnofficial]

That's your true name, even if you wish you had forgotten it. *he slides a new pad across* That's a sample from your residue on the Deceptiblender you decorated on one side, and a comparitive one from Side-slash's last exam before being lost. They are the same. You are found out, Side-slash. What do you have to say for yourself?

[paintchip-offical]

"I.. I don't think there is anything I can say to make this better... But I must ask.. Whats going to happen? I'm going to be able to leave right? Go back to crowflight?"

[udcjtarnofficial]

For the time being, I will consider Crowflight separate from your desertion, unless you indicate otherwise. If you value your Conjunx, you will say no more to implicate him.

[paintchip-offical]

"Understood..."

(Paintchips entire em field is filled with worry and anxiety)

[udcjtarnofficial]

If you cooperate and your reasons for dissertion have good reason, it will only be a short term. However, if you cause us trouble, it may be a life sentence.

[paintchip-offical]

"I understand... Do you want me to say my reasons now or later? I have a present for someone I would like to give them before I can't.."

[udcjtarnofficial]

You will state what you have to now and then be taken to Fort Quasar Prison Complex while we decide your fate Any affairs you leave we may see to when we have the time.

[paintchip-offical]

".. My reasons where I just wanted to be normal and be able to disappear into a crowd and not have cons have to feel like they must respect me."

(She slides a sticker book with a little "to: nickle from: paintchip" tag on the front)

"All I ask is that crowflight is told where I'll be and that this is given to nickel..."

[udcjtarnofficial]

He will be informed, though let me be the first to inform you that That is not a good reason to Desert the Decepticon cause. *Two silver masked Inquisitors stepped in from unseen doors* You will now be taken to your incarceration, term to be determined, as recompence for your betrayal of the Decepticon Cause, Side-Slash.

[paintchip-offical]

".. Please just call me paintchip.."

(Paintchip can feel her entire frame start shaking as she tries to stay calm-ish)

[udcjtarnofficial]

But you are not "Paint Chip" Paint Chip does not exist except on illicit documents. You, Side-Slash, will endure the consequences of your action. Good day. *the silver masked Inquisitors seized her and forcibly lead her out of the room by a secret passage*

[paintchip-offical]

(Paintchip let's out a soft beep as she's grabbed and she keeps her head down)