High-Speed Horticulturist

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Thunderlane gave a short nod at ‘Botanist, eh?’, managing a small smile as he relaxed, now that the gun was out of his face.  It turned to confusion at the older mech’s observation of his frame.

"Uh.  …Thanks…?" he replied awkwardly, putting his servos down and fiddling with his digits.  "I-I was a scout back wh…"  He trailed off and his optics flickered a bit, the shadow of a pained expression flashing across his faceplates.  "…When I was with the Autobots," he finished steadily. "Smaller frame made for quicker travel so that’s what—wh-where they put… me."

He cleared his throat, distinctly aware of how skittish he was being.  He cursed at himself internally and got up to his pedes with only a little shaking, and after a second he stuck his servo out (also skinny, with tapered digits.)  ”I-it’s nice to actually meet you!” he said, his own vivid teal optics meeting the other botanist’s lighter ones.  ”Crankshaft told me about the plants he saw in here and I just couldn’t believe it until I saw for myself!” he continued, excitement erasing his stutter.  His optics roamed upwards, to the softly glowing leaves above them.  ”I’d heard about these before, from back in the golden age, but I’d never thought they really existed…” he said softly, almost to himself.

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"You must be really young, then. ‘R I’m jus’ old." He grabbed the black cane next to him, slowly getting himslef up on his pedes, joints hissing. "Forests used t’ rim the city-states, ‘til the war started an’ everyone was strip-minin’ fer energon when it was right in front’a them. Just glad Ah wasn’t ‘round t’ see ‘em take them down."

He took his hand, shaking it. “Name’s Haxx. Two Xs. I’m th’ gardener.”

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"Thunderlane!" the blue mech replied with a smile, that turned sheepish rather quickly.  "Oh, wait... I already... uh."  He cleared his vocalizer with a short cough.

"Anyways."  He started absentmindedly fiddling his digits together again as he spoke.  "I-I work with organic plants from all sorts of biomes from around the universe, but I have no idea how any of these work or grow or... anything, really."  He gave another smile.  "I was h-hoping you'd teach me?"

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Magnificent Trees Around the World

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I'm fairly certain I've seen some of these on other planets.

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hotwirethemerchant started following you

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No, that’s okay! I just got a ping and I decided to respond to it.

…….

Wait, CAPTAIN??

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Yep! We’re a neutral crew of merchants. Well, kinda. Hotwire does most of the merchant-y stuff, with the actual valuables. We just stick to our little niches. I do plants, Blindside does cooking stuff, sometimes weapons… Crankshaft does weapons on occasion too, but mostly ship stuff, and his weird little machines… Echo’s got medical, and Stockpile keeps the datapads and stuff like that. But yeah, Hotwire’s our Cap.

So… who’re you?

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Oh, I’m Suncharger, nice to meet you! And all of that sounds really really cool! So, what’s it like being a part of a crew? Is it really fun? Do you all get along and stuff? Oh, and do you get to travel to all sorts of cool, different places?

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Oh! Um… well, we’re a lot lot like a family, so, yes and no.  We squabble a lot but we’ve still got eachother’s backs.  And yeah, we do a lot of travel!  Though… not recently, really.  We had a crash landing on this little carbon-based organic planet called Earth a little over a year ago, and we’ve just now almost got the ship back in working order.  We should have it completely finished once they all get back…

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Send me a "♥" for a kiss

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hotwirethemerchant started following you

Oh? Who’s this?

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Hi!  Captain Hotwire just left on a retrieval mission.  I’m the ship’s scout and botanist, Thunderlane.  Our S.I.C. is currently in stasis, but I could get him if you’d want?

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No, that’s okay! I just got a ping and I decided to respond to it.

…….

Wait, CAPTAIN??

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Yep!  We’re a neutral crew of merchants.  Well, kinda.  Hotwire does most of the merchant-y stuff, with the actual valuables.  We just stick to our little niches.  I do plants, Blindside does cooking stuff, sometimes weapons… Crankshaft does weapons on occasion too, but mostly ship stuff, and his weird little machines… Echo’s got medical, and Stockpile keeps the datapads and stuff like that.  But yeah, Hotwire’s our Cap.

So… who’re you?

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Discoveries ( Recovered RP )

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Haxx snorted when he woke up, taking out his pistol from in his rags and looking for the one who woke him up. “Blast ye, I’ll tear y’ engine out an’ feed it t’ Dione, Ah will!”

He stopped his pissed-old-mech screeching when he saw the thin blue motorcycle, gun aimed at him. “Who th’ fock’re you?”

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When a very pissed-off sounding set of vocals spoke up, Thunderlane froze, looking in Haxx’s direction with wide optics—right down the barrel of a blaster.  He managed a timid squeak, servos quickly going up in the universal gesture of surrender.  ”Th-Th… Thunderlane!” he managed after a second, and then he couldn’t shut up.  

"I’m the botanist f-from the Covenant and Captain Hotwire and the other guys that c-came over the other day to help you all and I’m sorry I woke you up please don’t shoot me I just wanted to talk to you about plants!”

That said, he shut his intake and winced.  He wasn’t sure what exactly he’d been expecting, but it hadn’t been this.

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Haxx rubbed his dreary pale blue optics, still holding his gun up just in case, and memory replaying that over just to make sure he heard hi correctly.

"Botanist, eh?" He lowered the gun. Haxx’s optics trailed him over, as though determining if his physical appearance was even worthy of hearing about the old trees and flowers that grew on the ship. "Don’t think ‘ve met one since… Oh, long time ago…" His optics brightened, gaining some sense of revival from his tired mind. Pointing at him with his chin he said, "Yer skinny."

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Thunderlane gave a short nod at 'Botanist, eh?', managing a small smile as he relaxed, now that the gun was out of his face.  It turned to confusion at the older mech's observation of his frame.

"Uh.  ...Thanks...?" he replied awkwardly, putting his servos down and fiddling with his digits.  "I-I was a scout back wh..."  He trailed off and his optics flickered a bit, the shadow of a pained expression flashing across his faceplates.  "...When I was with the Autobots," he finished steadily. "Smaller frame made for quicker travel so that's what--wh-where they put... me."

He cleared his throat, distinctly aware of how skittish he was being.  He cursed at himself internally and got up to his pedes with only a little shaking, and after a second he stuck his servo out (also skinny, with tapered digits.)  "I-it's nice to actually meet you!" he said, his own vivid teal optics meeting the other botanist's lighter ones.  "Crankshaft told me about the plants he saw in here and I just couldn't believe it until I saw for myself!" he continued, excitement erasing his stutter.  His optics roamed upwards, to the softly glowing leaves above them.  "I'd heard about these before, from back in the golden age, but I'd never thought they really existed..." he said softly, almost to himself.

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She nodded, as hard as her little helm could nod. “Mm-hm. Just follow the sound of snoring.”

"Should I leave you to get acquainted?" Zea asked. "I’ll probably be the third wheel anyway."

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"Yeeeeah," Thunderlane admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of his helm.  "I’d love to hang out with you guys later though!"  He looked over his shoulder—he could, indeed, hear faint snoring.  Turning on his heel, he gave the two a final wave and smile as he followed the sound down the path.

Hm.  A little hard to tell exactly where it was coming from.  He tuned up his audials, and his optic ridges furrowed as he tried to—

"Oof!"

CLANG

Well.  Found him—or, his legs, anyways, sticking out from the foliage on the side of the path, not very visible in the dimly lit room.  Thunderlane groaned and picked himself up from the floor, getting to his knees and rubbing his stinging elbow joints, where he’d skidded them on the floor. “Son of a glitch…”

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Haxx snorted when he woke up, taking out his pistol from in his rags and looking for the one who woke him up. “Blast ye, I’ll tear y’ engine out an’ feed it t’ Dione, Ah will!”

He stopped his pissed-old-mech screeching when he saw the thin blue motorcycle, gun aimed at him. “Who th’ fock’re you?”

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When a very pissed-off sounding set of vocals spoke up, Thunderlane froze, looking in Haxx's direction with wide optics--right down the barrel of a blaster.  He managed a timid squeak, servos quickly going up in the universal gesture of surrender.  "Th-Th... Thunderlane!" he managed after a second, and then he couldn't shut up.  

"I'm the botanist f-from the Covenant and Captain Hotwire and the other guys that c-came over the other day to help you all and I'm sorry I woke you up please don't shoot me I just wanted to talk to you about plants!"

That said, he shut his intake and winced.  He wasn't sure what exactly he'd been expecting, but it hadn't been this.

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Discoveries ( Recovered RP )

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The scout laughed at that.  ”Yeah,” he admitted, “everyone else back home’s pretty tired of my babble too.”  Though they were all really too kind to do anything past hint at it.  Well, besides Crankshaft.  His optic ridges furrowed.  ”Wait, what’s a… a ‘smaragdos’?”

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"They’re the dark green thorny bushes. They’re pretty thick so it’s hard to cut them. Sunsprout’s got the little dents in his hands to prove it, too. So does Zea."

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Sunsprout?  Who was Su—oh!  That guy from that one time with the two mechs.  Took him a second to remember.  ”Neat,” Thunderlane said with a nod, glancing around to see if he could spot any in the room.  He paused awkwardly and rubbed the back of his helm.  ”So… you said Haxx was that way, right?” he asked, pointing down the hall.

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She nodded, as hard as her little helm could nod. “Mm-hm. Just follow the sound of snoring.”

"Should I leave you to get acquainted?" Zea asked. "I’ll probably be the third wheel anyway."

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"Yeeeeah," Thunderlane admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of his helm.  "I'd love to hang out with you guys later though!"  He looked over his shoulder--he could, indeed, hear faint snoring.  Turning on his heel, he gave the two a final wave and smile as he followed the sound down the path.

Hm.  A little hard to tell exactly where it was coming from.  He tuned up his audials, and his optic ridges furrowed as he tried to--

"Oof!"

CLANG

Well.  Found him--or, his legs, anyways, sticking out from the foliage on the side of the path, not very visible in the dimly lit room.  Thunderlane groaned and picked himself up from the floor, getting to his knees and rubbing his stinging elbow joints, where he'd skidded them on the floor. "Son of a glitch..."

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"Ah, so you’re a plant nerd, too? That’s good! Haxx needs someone to be passionate about bushes with other than Sunsprout. I think he’s tired about hearing of how to properly cut a smaragdos and how alkaline gives the fervidus its glow."

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The scout laughed at that.  ”Yeah,” he admitted, “everyone else back home’s pretty tired of my babble too.”  Though they were all really too kind to do anything past hint at it.  Well, besides Crankshaft.  His optic ridges furrowed.  ”Wait, what’s a… a ‘smaragdos’?”

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"They’re the dark green thorny bushes. They’re pretty thick so it’s hard to cut them. Sunsprout’s got the little dents in his hands to prove it, too. So does Zea."

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Sunsprout?  Who was Su--oh!  That guy from that one time with the two mechs.  Took him a second to remember.  "Neat," Thunderlane said with a nod, glancing around to see if he could spot any in the room.  He paused awkwardly and rubbed the back of his helm.  "So... you said Haxx was that way, right?" he asked, pointing down the hall.

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She giggled. “Noooo, Haxx is a boy! And he’s a lot older than me. And he’s a Macrocon.”

"Thunderlane, this is Leader-One," Zea said. An irritated cough came from the Minicon’s throat. "But she likes to be called Onsie."

"Haxx is over there somewhere." She pointed down the path. "I think he’s napping again."

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Thunderlane nodded.  The little femme hadn’t really looked like a ‘Haxx’ anyhow.  He glanced down the walkway of trees, then back up to the minicon sitting on a high branch.  He reeeally wanted to go find Haxx, but living with Hotwire and the crew for so long had pretty much branded first-meeting etiquette into his processor.  Oh, well—talking for a little while with a minicon wasn’t bad at all, and the trees would still be there in a few minutes.

"So…" he started, an optic ridge arching a little.  "Onesie?  I’m Thunderlane," he introduced himself.  "Scout, gofer, and botanist on the Covenant.  Nice to meet ya!”

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"Ah, so you’re a plant nerd, too? That’s good! Haxx needs someone to be passionate about bushes with other than Sunsprout. I think he’s tired about hearing of how to properly cut a smaragdos and how alkaline gives the fervidus its glow."

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The scout laughed at that.  "Yeah," he admitted, "everyone else back home's pretty tired of my babble too."  Though they were all really too kind to do anything past hint at it.  Well, besides Crankshaft.  His optic ridges furrowed.  "Wait, what's a... a 'smaragdos'?"

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Discoveries ( Recovered RP )

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If it weren’t for the high register of her vocals, Thunderlane wouldn’t have even noticed, but he did finally stop and look around for the source of the voice—oh.  Was that a minicon?  He hadn’t seen one in ages.

"Hello!" he called, waving back up at her.  He still looked giddy as hell, smiling like a mad fool.  After a second of thought, he asked, "Are you Haxx?"

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She giggled. “Noooo, Haxx is a boy! And he’s a lot older than me. And he’s a Macrocon.”

"Thunderlane, this is Leader-One," Zea said. An irritated cough came from the Minicon’s throat. "But she likes to be called Onsie."

"Haxx is over there somewhere." She pointed down the path. "I think he’s napping again."

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Thunderlane nodded.  The little femme hadn’t really looked like a ‘Haxx’ anyhow.  He glanced down the walkway of trees, then back up to the minicon sitting on a high branch.  He reeeally wanted to go find Haxx, but living with Hotwire and the crew for so long had pretty much branded first-meeting etiquette into his processor.  Oh, well—talking for a little while with a minicon wasn’t bad at all, and the trees would still be there in a few minutes.

"So…" he started, an optic ridge arching a little.  "Onesie?  I’m Thunderlane," he introduced himself.  "Scout, gofer, and botanist on the Covenant.  Nice to meet ya!”

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Thunderlane lit up at the mention of getting seeds, jumping to Zea’s side before he was finished saying ‘me’.  The scout barely managed to keep from talking, knowing that as excited as he was, if he were to start, he might not be able to stop.  Instead he bounced on his pedes as he walked, all eagerness and excitement.

They soon crossed an open doorway, and Thunderlane ground to a halt, optics widening and grin decorating his face as he looked up and around at the huge room.  He didn’t even say anything—after a good few nanoklicks, he began walking down the path in awed silence, looking every which way as he tried to take it all in at once, staring like he’d just witnessed the universal truth.  

Zea was saying things, but they were lined up at the back of his sensory registry as low priority for the moment.  This was just too astounding.

When his guide slowed to a halt in the middle of the hall of foliage, he didn’t even notice, simply strolling past the green Nabiini mech—as he passed, Zea might be able to get a glimpse of his unfurled EM field, radiating awe and excitement like a newsparked Seeker just discovering flight.  

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Zea had stopped, looking around for where Haxx might be. Sometimes it was hard to see, even with the old mech’s dark clothes, because the bright flowers usually covered him over. As Thunderlane passed him, he felt this enormous wave of happiness radiating off of him. Nabiini Cybertronians may not have a t-cog but gained hyper-sensitivity to EM fields, using them as silent communications between each other so their slaveholders would not catch them talking.

The green mech looked around. “Haxx! Where are you! We’ve got a guest!”

Haxx didn’t hear him, but another set of audios did. Crawling from her perch up in a tree, Leader-One, the blue-grey Minicon, waved down at the two.

"Hi-ya!" she chirped.

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If it weren't for the high register of her vocals, Thunderlane wouldn't have even noticed, but he did finally stop and look around for the source of the voice--oh.  Was that a minicon?  He hadn't seen one in ages.

"Hello!" he called, waving back up at her.  He still looked giddy as hell, smiling like a mad fool.  After a second of thought, he asked, "Are you Haxx?"

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Thunderlane hadn't been to this place in what felt like ages--what had, in reality, only been a little under a month--but he knew how to navigate it. Stature hunched and optics dim, he looked around the beach as he ambled down it, keeping an optic out for either of the two predacon brothers. He eventually came to a stop, turning in a full circle before calling out "Hello?"

And surely enough he was answered. Oceanus’s head came flopping out of the cavern, still in beast mode and looking about as tired as he sounded. “Aye? What you want…waaaait…Thunderlane? Holy shit! Where the fuck have you been!?”

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Thunderlane watched Oceanus shift into his bipedal mode, and simply nodded in response to the question, lowering his optics and helm as he did, his servos wringing together nervously.  He tried to say something, but his vocalizer felt locked up, like someone had stuck little magnets all over it.  He kept listening to the much larger mech, shaking his helm at the mention of securing the ship.

"I-I set the ship on lockdown mode before I left," he said hoarsely, after resetting his vocalizer with a thick clicking noise.  "It’s.. s-secure."  

After shuffling his pedes in the sand some, he followed Oceanus—his field was a nervous mess, if the predacon could sense it.

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Oh, yeah. Oceanus might have trouble seeing much of anything, but he could tell the little cycle was nervous as shit and was reacting appropriately. He spun around on one hoof, bent down and carefully scooped up the much smaller being into his four arms. 

"Aye, if you say so…but yar still getting groomed and fed, that much I insist on." He rumbled softly, if gruffly. Thunderlane looked like he needed company and by the Gaia the old horse was gonna give him some. 

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The two-wheeler almost ran into Oceanus when he stopped and turned, optics having been directed firmly on the ground.  He'd barely had time to realize that he was being picked up before his pedes were off the ground with a little 'Eep!' and he was being carried, already small frame dwarfed by the titanic mech's--and it started working like a charm.  He didn't immediately settle back into normal-Thunderlane mode, but his field did begin to calm, his vents started to settle, and his shakes and shivers began to wane.

And he was perfectly fine with being groomed and fed.  In most other circumstances, he might've given a show of protest simply for posterity's sake, but right now pretty much anything was a welcome reprieve from the cold, dead, empty silence of what was supposed to be his home.  His vocalizer was still knotted up, but he silently showed his gratitude in the fluctuations of his field.

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Thunderlane hadn't been to this place in what felt like ages--what had, in reality, only been a little under a month--but he knew how to navigate it. Stature hunched and optics dim, he looked around the beach as he ambled down it, keeping an optic out for either of the two predacon brothers. He eventually came to a stop, turning in a full circle before calling out "Hello?"

And surely enough he was answered. Oceanus’s head came flopping out of the cavern, still in beast mode and looking about as tired as he sounded. “Aye? What you want…waaaait…Thunderlane? Holy shit! Where the fuck have you been!?”

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Thunderlane just stood there and stared for a few seconds.  His plating was scratched and dirty, even more so than was usual for the earth-loving botanist, like he hadn’t seen a shower stall in weeks.  He opened and shut his mouth a few times like a fish out of water before the verbal dam broke and words just came pouring out of his mouth.

"Hotwire and the guys left me and Blindside to go rescue a pod and we lost contact for weeks and we tried b-but we couldn’t get anything and Blindside just went off in the Failsafe on his own w-without—without a search party to go look for them without even saying anything he j-just l-l-left a note and I don’t know what to do with the ship it’s big and empty and completely quiet without anyone there and I just, I-I needed to go somewhere a-an… and…” He cut himself off and bit his lip, frame shaking a bit as he tried to keep himself form panicking again.  As short while passed before he asked, “C-can I come in?”

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"Whoa, whoa, slow down there little buddy." Rolling onto his back to transform, the hulking predacon got to his hooves. "Of course ya can come on in. Gaia, ya look like hell are ya really that lonely?”

Of course he didn’t mean that as an insult, in fact he looked down right worried. “Holy fuck, okay. So everyone’s out on this rescue mission? Who’s guarding yar ship? Ya know what, how’s about I get Posie to go and the ship secured then I’ll go chunk ya in the cave for bit so I can groom ya proper. Come on.” 

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Thunderlane watched Oceanus shift into his bipedal mode, and simply nodded in response to the question, lowering his optics and helm as he did, his servos wringing together nervously.  He tried to say something, but his vocalizer felt locked up, like someone had stuck little magnets all over it.  He kept listening to the much larger mech, shaking his helm at the mention of securing the ship.

"I-I set the ship on lockdown mode before I left," he said hoarsely, after resetting his vocalizer with a thick clicking noise.  "It’s.. s-secure."  

After shuffling his pedes in the sand some, he followed Oceanus--his field was a nervous mess, if the predacon could sense it.

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Thunderlane hadn't been to this place in what felt like ages--what had, in reality, only been a little under a month--but he knew how to navigate it. Stature hunched and optics dim, he looked around the beach as he ambled down it, keeping an optic out for either of the two predacon brothers. He eventually came to a stop, turning in a full circle before calling out "Hello?"

And surely enough he was answered. Oceanus’s head came flopping out of the cavern, still in beast mode and looking about as tired as he sounded. “Aye? What you want…waaaait…Thunderlane? Holy shit! Where the fuck have you been!?”

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Thunderlane just stood there and stared for a few seconds.  His plating was scratched and dirty, even more so than was usual for the earth-loving botanist, like he hadn't seen a shower stall in weeks.  He opened and shut his mouth a few times like a fish out of water before the verbal dam broke and words just came pouring out of his mouth.

"Hotwire and the guys left me and Blindside to go rescue a pod and we lost contact for weeks and we tried b-but we couldn't get anything and Blindside just went off in the Failsafe on his own w-without--without a search party to go look for them without even saying anything he j-just l-l-left a note and I don't know what to do with the ship it's big and empty and completely quiet without anyone there and I just, I-I needed to go somewhere a-an... and..." He cut himself off and bit his lip, frame shaking a bit as he tried to keep himself form panicking again.  As short while passed before he asked, "C-can I come in?"

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In the light of the evening sky, a slender two-wheeler darted up to a large hole in the side of a grounded, almost completely reconstructed ship.  He glanced around warily before ducking inside, careful not to make a sound.

Once inside, the scout cast his red-opticked gaze around the room of valuables, digits twitching as he eyed the more extravagant treasures. He wasn’t long for this world, he was sure, as Unicron only knew when the multiverse would see fit to drag him back to his own dimension, so he decided to make the most of his time.  

And, for the little klepto, the best course of action was stealing. While the Covenant—such a cheery homey mockery of his own awe-inspiring home ship, the Perjury—held security codes too different and complex for him to get through without assistance, he was aware, thanks to borrowed memories from his doppelganger’s frame, of a nearby, mostly unguarded veritable cash grab.

So to the Starburner’s home he went, before any of the unaltered crew could see him.  The plan was simple—stuff his subspace full of whatever gems and precious metals he could get his grubby little servos on, then find a good place to wait it out ‘til he got booted back home.

Stage One was complete—get in.  Now for stage two.  He reached into a subspace pocket and pulled out a highgrade mercury treat laced with sulfur.  Useful little things they were—can’t get caught if your victim’s only view is the backs of their optic lids.  If a couple could knock a full-framed mech flat on his back, just one should be more than enough for a cybernetic felinoid.  Maybe too much, but whatever.  

If his borrowed memories served well…  The orange mech glanced around the room, stepping in further.  Scrap, he didn’t know where the beast was.

"Here, kitty kitty kitty…"

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Dione could smell the intruder. Rising from her spot on a comfortable gold pillow, she crawled over the piles of galactic currencies and treasures. The next thing she smelled was a treat, ready and waiting in the palm of this newcomer.

Strike first. Food later.

She growled, the first and only warning to leave.

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Thunderlane's first reaction was instinctual and immediate; cables tensing, field flaring, and he just barely managed to keep from turning tail and hauling ass out of there.  Angry mechanimals had a tendency to enjoy a good chase, he reminded himself, and the quarry tended to escape--if they escaped at all--with a good chunk of aft missing.  At the moment, he couldn't afford such an injury.  Who knows when he could return to his own medic?

Taking a deep and shaky cycle of air, the scout slowly turned himself, crimson optics sharp and roaming until they locked with a pair of fiercely violet ones.  He forced a smile, and then managed to force himself to relax, and adopt a more familiar stance.  After a brief moment, he adopted the same feelings into his field.  

He mentally kicked himself--Hotwire would've backhanded him for making such an obviously false display.  Any mech would likely not have been fooled, and Thunderlane hoped on his spark that he'd at least have managed to fool an animal, for Unicron's sake.  He could practically hear her reprimanding him.  It almost made him wince, but he managed to suppress it, and, after another few seconds of gathering himself, he banished the thoughts in favor of the situation at hand.

Looking for all intents and purposes like a slightly worried, but comfortable mech, he crouched down and held his servo out to Dione, treat in hand.  A small smile cracked across his faceplates.  "C'mon girl, don't'cha remember me?  It's just a little paintjob," he said earnestly. The orange mech jerked his servo down a bit so the treat tinked in his palm. "I'm harmless."

[positively-bright]

hotwirethemerchant started following you

Oh? Who’s this?

[thunderandthornythings-blog]

Hi!  Captain Hotwire just left on a retrieval mission.  I'm the ship's scout and botanist, Thunderlane.  Our S.I.C. is currently in stasis, but I could get him if you'd want?