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Now, this—Prowl can’t tell what it is exactly, but something about this comm frequency seems... strange.
«... Hello? Whose comm is this?» Typically, he’d at least introduce himself—but this time he doesn’t want to without knowing who’s on the other end.
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☢☸—— The ship was always quiet at this point of the “day”. The bar was winding down, mech returning to their quarters, and the “night” shift starting as everyone else hit the hay.
Nautica, however, always an overachiever, was just leaving her set of quarters and making her way to the rec room, datapads tucked under one arm. Just a minute or two into her walk, however, the femme turns the corner-- just a couple feet away from the rec room’s entrance, and comes to a stop.
She didn’t know a lot of mechs personally on the ship, sure, but she always made an effort to at least know who they were.
Even if that was achieved through a little backlog reading through the small database she’d recieved onboard the Vis Vitalis. This mech, however, didn’t match any description she had, well, except for Skyfire, yet even then the similarities were small.
“Hello?” She states quietly, not wanting to startle the mech-- especially after staring for what had felt like ages. “Do you need some help?”
"So I take it you're too busy being a leader to manage your health?"
In the middle of a conversation, my muse begins to cough up blood. How does your muse respond?
Blurr swiped his claws over his mouth, scooping up the stray energon. His optic brightened as he flicked it off his digits. “I take care of myself,” he mumbled, claws twitching, “Along with other things. Here’s your ration. Drink it. I can’t have you starving down here.”
guileless-second
"Are you enjoying your time down here, Starscream? K-Kyeheheheheh. Have you thought about anything at all? Hm? Nothing in particular?” Maybe it was time to try working on this particular mech’s... progress.
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$|| “You again? You’re the oddly colored Starscream who came into my quarters when I was having a nightmare...What is it you want from me?”
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◢Are Autobots cloning jets now or is this a multiverse thing? I doubt you have a job for me, so -- what do you want?◣
«You need break? DJD can help with that. Our job.» Along with helping guide deserters back to the Decepticons, it was their duty to comfort and relax the weary soldiers that needed a respite from the stress of war.
«Ahh. Well. Hrm.» That was an embarrassing story. «Am stuck on fun world. Hh… Hhhehh… hrmmm.» Seriously, frag Neocybex. He tried again. «Hhe-done-ya.» Close enough. «Go down for short trip. Got out of ship range. Get stuck. That is whole year back.» He laughed awkwardly at himself.
>Terminus. That’s quite an adventure you had there. What did you say the world was called? Hedonia…?< Sounded familiat, but he couldn’t be sure…
«Aa. Yes. That it. So few of us--machinae de Cybertronia--few on Hee-done-ya. They not know what I say and vice versa. Could no get help.» He made a general noise of frustration at the whole planet and its inability to understand him. «Is fine though. Good now. Kaon find me. Where Star-Scream?»
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Silence. Deep invent, Starscream. Hold. Now exvent. “Alright.” He replied, looking at him through narrowed blue optics. “So you contacted me so you might say this to my face. That I’m ridiculous.” His wings flicked in annoyance. “Well, that’s not the rudest introduction I’ve ever had with another Starscream. So I guess I’ll take it.”
The cackling quietened to a chuckle. How Starscream managed to make that sound mocking was anyone’s guess.
“Ah... let me think...,” he briefly inspected the tips of his digits, “Yes, yes I did. You should feel honored I’d take time out of my busy schedule specifically for you.”
