#oldconartist

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“Put yer belt back on @oldconartist, we’re gonna hit the outer ring here in a klik,” Socket ordered around his cygar, punching in the proper protocol on the ships’ dash. “Don’t wanna ruin that finish you got.”

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Concerning the Multiverse...

His office high above the expansive space that was the repair bay was suddenly filled with his partner and Blackguard, causing the old mech to scramble upright from his seat and greet the returned bot. “I wondered ‘ow long it’d be ‘till you kids came back,” Socket grinned, putting his thick servos on his hips and then narrowing his optics. “You got sum work done. I like it.”

@heligooddeals

[heligooddeals]

She wasn’t even out of Crossfire for two seconds before Mixracks ran into her, throwing his arms around her waist and trying to pick her up off the ground for Primus knows what reason. Blackguard humors him though by standing on the tips of her pedes, chuckling at the noises of his strained effort as she put her arms over his shoulders. “Hello, Mixracks.”

“Hey, kiddo.” He grunts, finally giving up on his efforts to pick her up and refocusing his strength on crushing her hips. “Primus, it’s been ages.”

“It’s been months.”

“Shut up, it’s been ages.” The carozzi gruffs as he steps back from her, smiling for a brief moment then scowling. “What happened to your face?”

Her rotors twitch as she reaches up to touch her face, thinking she had a stain or mark on it. When her talons make contact with the new plating though, she remembers and forces out a laugh to hide her pain. “It’s... a long story.”

“Yeah?” Mixracks narrows his optics skeptically.

“Yeah. Where’s Socket? He.. kinda needs to hear this too.”

The older mech grunts and turns himself around, walking to the front of the shop. Blackguard follows close behind him as he yells at the work crew standing by, ogling at the Supreme they had helped bring out of stasis almost a year ago, “You know the drill, boys! Check ‘em over for damage, fix whatever’s broken, tighten the screws, yadda yadda.” The crew disperse, their fields buzzing with the same excitement they had months ago when they first realized Crossfire was who he was, and Blackguard smiled a little. These mechs were adorable, in their own greasy little ways. Before she could get too lost on the train of thought though, Mixracks suddenly asks, “So how’s yer kid?”

“He’s.. part of the story I’m gonna tell ya.” She forces out a smile when he gives her a narrowed look over the shoulder. “It’s a long and complicated story, dad. I promise we’ll talk though once we find Socket.”

Mixracks grunts but accepts her response - for now.

[heligooddeals]

"So," Mixracks tapped at her cockpit, sending painful tingles up and through her chassis with every tap, "When ya gonna get this fixed?"

"Soon." She tells him, turning away slightly to get away from his hand. He follows her though, persistently tapping at her cracks.

"You've had these for how many weeks now?"

"Mixracks, please."

"Well maybe if you'd get yourself to a doctor we wouldn't be having this conversation!"