Ambassador of Earth

Marissa: I heard one time you got stuck half transformed for a week

Starscream: WHO TOLD YOU THAT

Starscream: It never happened. I won't hear this ridiculous slander. These filthy organic lies! Ludicrous.

Marissa:

“ I was technically visiting Earth for someone else, but I figured I might as well let you know I haven’t gotten my dumb ass killed yet. It’s hard to find postcards on Cybertron. “

Despite his usual sarcasm, the violet Seeker seemed in good spirits.

The reason why? He’ll tell her that later.

“ Has TC not bored you to death yet? Is he still going on about that thing he’s writing? “

“I can only guess who you’d visit. Scratch that. I’m surprised. I’ve heard a great many stories about  yourself from Thundercracker over the past few years, almost dying and what not. He’s quite the talker.” 

At least to her, he’d never stop talking for a good portion of their time spent together.  His naiveness sometimes made her patience dwindle. 

Brown eyes blinked, she was trying to think of the damn name of that screenplay. “You’d be surprised. He hasn’t bored me with them yet. They’re kind of interesting. He’s still figuring out his style.  The one with Josh  Boyfriend and Susan Journeyer? He’s called it ‘The Weight of Innocence.’ My only issue is the names. It’s tough to hear the names he comes  up with but he’s still working on it as far as I know.”

Maybe if she just ignores him, he’ll go away. But did that ever happen? No. Marissa scowled. No one was going to ruin this nice sunshine filled day. Taking a brief moment to think properly–She was no longer part of Earth Defense Command; she had to be collective and not so reactive. Her flowy dress tugged at her legs as she walked over to the jet.