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::Hey Drift.:: Reaching out, re-establishing connections with friends, that was supposed to help. Or at least, provide a distraction.
Another old alternate calling him up. Boy there have been a lot of reunions for him as of late.
::Long time no hear friend.::
Somewhere on Drift's ship, a very young white and red mechling has just gotten lost. Not that he's lost, no, this little fellow with such familiar finials and spoiler is quite happy, giggling loudly as he explores.
Well that was new. Sounds, not ship sounds, but small feet sounds. He was used to things somehow getting on his ship by now though. The spacebride was nice, but it malfunctioned sometimes allowing random transports aboard. Somehow though he knew this one wasn’t dangerous as he decided to see who it was.
Wasn’t he surprised when he spied a tiny, but familiar looking little sparkling in the distance. His same distinct paintjob, but sporting a cute little spoiler across his back.
“Hmmm, now how did you get here little mech?” Crouching down to appear less intimidating.
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driftthroughthestars started following you
::This is Ratchet, CMO of the Autobots. State your emergency.::
«I’m doing… well, pretty good, I guess. I mean—I might’ve, kinda, bailed on the Lost Light. But—the mission’s still ongoing! I’m just, uh, running it solo.»
«…» In retrospect, that probably sounded pretty bad.
«Sooo, how are yooou?»
To Drift, that actually didn’t sound that bad. After all, he’d asked his Rodimus to leave the ship with him, to search for the Knights on their own.
::Well, uh… I’ve been trying to learn what I can about sparklings. Because…. I’m carrying. I didn’t find out til a few decacycles ago.”
«Really? Are you from one of those universes where anybody can end up with a newspark, or did something weird happen to you, too?»
Rodimus is from a universe where, up until him, children were an aberration caused by an incomplete forging of a new mech: they were accidents that happened in factories, with no “parents” involved. So he lacks the cultural associations that Drift might have with carrying a sparkling; he doesn’t know that this is something he should probably congratulate Drift for, or that he should ask who the father is. (He doesn’t even know there is a “father.”) Still, what he does know is that this means Drift’s shortly going to be responsible for a tiny, naive, uncoordinated little person who’s going to depend on him for survival—and Rodimus is willing to do anything he can to help out Drift and the new little mech.
«Hey, I think half-forged mechs in my ‘verse work different than in universes where anybody can have them, but, if you want any advice—I’ve gone through over a hundred of them, I’d be happy to teach you what I know. Oh, and I met one of your alternates who’s apparently made some sparklings, you might wanna talk to him. I’m still looking for experts on treating half-forged mechs, but if I find any I’ll send you their comms too, all right?»
«And if it’s gonna need mechs on its mental level to associate with, I’ve got a couple with me right now and more in the works. Hey! Do you wanna meet them? So you’ll know what to expect when yours turns on.»
::Um… the first. I… honestly Rodimus, I wasn’t even aware I was carrying for the past three months. I STILL wouldn’t know if I hadn’t taken a look at my spark. My mate… my Rodimus… he’s the sire. He’s the only mech I ever merged with, and we’d even talked about having a sparkling, but neither of us know anything about them, and…::
He paused, realizing how fast he was talking, and took a moment to compose himself. ::I really would appreciate any help you can offer. I really don’t know what to expect. I, uh…:: His cheeks and finials heated up in embarrassment. ::I’ve never even seen a sparkling from my universe. I popped out of a hot spot, so…..::
::Yeah, I’d like to meet them.::
«... The sire...» Give him a minute while he tries to puzzle over the meaning of that. He has to translate it into a couple other languages to figure out what Drift is trying to express; there aren’t “sires” on Rodimus’s own Cybertron. «Oh. So... it’s... split off from him and you? That’s how it works, right?» A slight smile twitched at the corner of his mouth; right, this was the Drift who had been with Rodimus’s alternate. «... Still planning on naming it Wing?»
He laughed. «Hey, I’d never seen one in my universe either before one was suddenly trying to escape me upside-down.» TMI? Maybe. But hey, he was talking to Drift. «Yeah, like I said, I’ve got a couple right now. One’s a beastformer named Impala and the other’s an ATV named Twoface.» He paused. «He’s actually got three faces, but uh, I’d only seen two when I named him. Whoops? Anyway--they’ve both already met one Drift before, so they should be cool with you.»
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( driftthroughthestars ) The femmes vents heaved as she panicked. She couldn't pick up anything, all her vision was black and she picked up a faint scent of energon somewhere on her frame. The cool air made the wounds sting twice as worse, and caused her to whine.
::Hey Wing. I know it's been awhile, I really wanted to check in with you. Are you still doing well?::
::Oh! Yes, I am doing quite well!:: Another Drift, Always good to hear from the Drifts of the universe.
driftthroughthestars opened the cellar door.
x-; Hmmmn. Now now now, this is confusing. You're not the Drift I know, are you? ;-x
driftthroughthestars tasted the rainbow
Why are there so many Drifts
::'Sup?::
