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Hello, it’s nice to meet another me from another universe!
Pardon the ping, but he's rather excited right now. << I do beg your pardon, but would your designation happen to be Skyfire? >>
The shuttle’s wings flicked at the sudden comm from an oddly familiar frequency, but he was curious and excited all the same, ::It is occasionally Jetfire as well but yes! This is Skyfire. Might I ask to whom I am speaking?::
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“Greetings, sir.” Factoria smiled and waved. “I am Factoria, goddess of the planet Diversa.”
A polite ping. << Red Alert? I do apologize for my silence; as you may recall, things have been a bit hectic. Unfortunately, this is not a very social commlink call; I am afraid I require your assistance. Do you still have your files on your universe's synthetic energon compound? >>
⚕ -|| Multiverse pings were becoming more frequent than the former CMO had preferred, but sometimes, they could be rather pleasant. A smile formed upon his faceplates as the message came across the cosmos, and for once, he felt at ease. Finally, a fellow scientific mind. «Skyfire! Yes, it truly has been some time, hasn’t it? I don’t hold that against you, though--things have been busy on all sides, it would seem. But, ah... yes, of course. I was the one that developed it, after all. Did you require some additional resources, my friend? »
Although he would not suggest it aloud, such a message hinted that the research Skyfire and his own alternate were conducting had not been progressing as they needed it to. Red Alert was quite certain that both mecha would have rather eaten their own servos than ask for assistance unless the situation was dire; scientists tended to be a fussy sort.
[starter meme] ’ I mean it this time! I’ll never get this boneheaded contraption to work! ’
✿ ———— beauty and the beast sentence starters.
“Well getting mad at it won’t help.” Crescent Sky snorted but tilted her head in the direction of said ‘boneheaded contraption.’ “How long have you been struggling with it?”
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Oh gods kill her now. Anxeity tugged at Crescent Sky’s gut at the return ping she received from the random line she had found. In all honesty, the A.I. hadn’t expected the little alert at all. Sinking against her jumbo jet, Crescent Sky answered the ping. [“Hello? uh, this is Crescent Sky speaking, can I help you?”] Great, she sounds like a stuttering school girl. Brilliant.
Just a question from a curious mind: What knowledge and ways-of-life do you believe Cybertronians can obtain from other civilizations to better our futures? As our species in general has visited countless worlds through the wages of war, there is no doubt that at least one or two things have stuck somewhere. But what, if anything, could help our worlds and timelines thrive once more? >>
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My own Jetfire and I used to wonder how things would be different had the Golden Age not ended. I had in my possession a scrap of real cloth, with a design of stars, and one was labelled “Cybertron” in classical glyphs. I know it came from another world, and showed our star in an alien sky. Material sciences - organic chemistry especially - those are of interest. Heh, at the very least, we now have a whole population badly in need of oil baths, and the old oils based on alien hydrocarbons were the best. Pit, listen to me. I sound like Knockout.>>
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[starter meme] "Well aren't you a black hole of need."
Starscream wasn’t even going to deny that. He wasn’t afraid to admit he had a desire for power, strength and importance. It was supposed to be an insult, but hey, it was pretty accurate.
“So I am ambitious, that’s hardly a crime.”