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        Wreckers donât call for backupâŚ
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@scorch-burn-shinanagainsâ:
Burn smirked a bit.
âIndeed we are sister.â Scorch hissed in response.
âLike pit you are.â She snarled our, pressing her back against the wall, glaring at Burn, who just chuckled a bit.
âThe past is hard to leave behind Commander Skyfire.â Burn said crisply.
âWe have set up a birthroom for you. Unfortunately we were only able to acquire one for the two of you.â Burns icy red optics slowly looked him over.
âIf you wish for some other accommodation please report it to me, and I will inform Lord Megatron.â
⌠â|| Skyfire vented a deep sigh through his systems before placing a servo on his hip. There was a sort of deep rivalry between the pair, that much was certain; while he knew not of the struggles they had faced either with or against one another, the scientist was well aware of the fact that an unsteady relationship such as this would likely complicate things moving forward.
   And he did not always do well being in the middle of conflicts he had no part in.
   âI believe I will be alright without a berth,â he insisted, offering a shrug. âDue to my size it is usually a struggle to house me at all, let alone with a recharge area. The floor is fine for me--Scorch, feel free to have it yourself. And my thanks to you for offering something different, Burn.â
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 Hello, itâs nice to meet another me from another universe!
⌠â|| âAnd my humble greetings to you as well, alternate; it is good to know that another plane of reality has a dedicated set of optics looking over it.â
⌠â|| Casually watches as one of his alternates is obliterated by another through use of horrible science-based humor. This is what he lives for.
@scorch-burn-shinanagainsâ:
Another Praxin, eerily like is Autobot guard but with bright blue highlights and cold red optics. He sensed the femme behind him stiffen more and give a slight growl.
âMy designation is Burn. I will be your leason. You are Skyfire, correct?â Her voice was crisp, cold, and straight to the point. She looked to his bodyguard.
âScorch.â The praxin Autobot behind him shifted and spoke in a young, firey voice.
âBurn.â She hissed out.
⌠â|| The massive flier looked down to greet the other, surprised to see just how much she resembled the Autobot that had been stationed here as well. He cycled his optics then, twice, before a smile crossed his features. âYes, that is correct; I am Skyfire, chief scientist and aerial commander of the Autobots. I am pleased to make your acquaintance.â
   With one swift motion he stepped away from the terminal to bow to Burn in greeting, his wings dipping down as a show of humility. Yet as he returned to his original state, the tension in the air became quite clear. Cyan optics flashed between the pair, and he paused just long enough to consider the situation: this was... not ideal. âAh... I beg your pardon, but I take it that the two of you have already been acquainted...? We are in the midst of a truce, my friends; it is alright to relax.â

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His Autobot guard, a black Praxin femme sniper with flaming red highlights, hadnât said a word to himâŚ. or at all. She watched the door with flaming blue optics, rifle in her lap. Her gaze flicked to him, then back to the door. Her wings were raised up high abover her head, as if to show she was tense without saying so. The door opened with a quiet swish.
⌠â|| As he worked, Skyfire felt a set of optics practically boring through his back plating every few moments. His massive wings shifted uncomfortably, but otherwise no sign of distress was given; Decepticons were harsh when it came to signs of weakness, were they not? It was best to simply stick to what he had been given and hope for the best.
   This was for the future of their race, after all.
   Lines of code scrolled across the terminalâs main screen, and his gaze swept back and forth with blinding speed; Soundwave was undoubtedly monitoring his poking and prodding, but that mattered little to him then. [ Just let me snoop a bit and I will move on, ] he thought. And just as the information was getting interesting, a new sound cut through the air--the pressure doors had swept open. The scientist paused, his wings twitching, and turned to face the entrance. âAh... good evening?â
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⌠â|| It was a lab the likes of which he had not seen in countless centuries; state-of-the-art equipment was neatly arranged throughout the entirety space, giving off a very sterile and controlled feeling. Such energies were not something that Skyfire was used to in a scientific setting, but it was likely something he would have to grow accustomed to--much like having a formal bodyguard of sorts.
   Looking towards the door he frowned, knowing that at any moment his Decepticon-appointed âliaisonâ would come through looking for him. While he understood the need for security, the idea that he, a scientist, would need someone to watch over him was rather unnerving. What, exactly, did they think he would do here? Yet instead of allowing his mind to linger on such strange thoughts, he brushed them aside and stepped towards a large terminal off to the side of the chamber.
   [ While I wait, I may as well see what sort of information they have locked away... ]
MTMTE #29 //Â OP #4
 Starscream // Jetfire as drawn by Alex Milne
⌠â|| Is he still online? Is anyone really still online? Loneliness will always allow for such ridiculous, existential questions.
@lightboundvoyager stop tagging him in pictures of caves that look like valves.
⌠â|| It is only to remind him of the fact that he still possesses one, despite completely denying such a thing.

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He's going to kneel down before the warlord, placing one servo over his chassis. "Megatron? I wish to make you my Conjunx Endurae. Would you accept my servo in partnership?"
Kneeling did not make him much shorter.
âWhat is wrong with you?â
⌠â|| âWell there are a number of things that one could argue, but at the moment, nothing.â Nothing worth noting, at least. âWell? What do you say?â
because skyfire blocked him when he asked:
is it better to make a star scream or stars cream
⌠â|| Some would say it is better to just mega-try harder.
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âHalloweeeeen!â
⌠â|| Skyfire knelt low, giving a curious flick of his wings as he inquired, âWhat is this Halloween, if I may? Is it a celebration?â
@bf-102xâ:
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âHoly shit.â That was a very long time, and a lot of frustration to boot, the poor mech. âHave you tried just throwing stuff together? mix and matching without looking?â In her theory, it could work. Heâd just have to watch what worked and what didnât⌠and what blew up in his face, but thatâs beside the point.
⌠â|| An expression of bewilderment covered Skyfireâs features, and his gaze quickly snapped from his stack of datapads to the visitor. âOf... of course I have not tried that. These are highly volatile chemicals--one drop out of place and I would blow this entire vessel out of the sky. I may be desperate, but I do not have a death wish.â
   Though any damage at all to the Nemesis at all would mean a visit from Megatron; he was not very excited about that idea, either. But upon considering that notion, another idea popped into his helm: âHold on... who... who are you, exactly? And how did you get in here?â
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He waved when Skyfire came into view. Once he caught sight of what was happening, the wave stopped and his servo dropped down by his side. Optics went wide as Skyfire charged down the hall like a bear. Wolffe began to panic, looking left and right trying to find an escape route; even though it was obvious to step to the left.
Before the obvious option fully registered, he was covering his optics with his servos; peeking out in between his fingers to watch the scene before him unfold. It was like a bad car wreck, you just couldnât look away. He was quiet as he slowly lowered his servos.
Wolffe tried to quietly approach, but the stifling laughter was sure to give him away. âA-are you okay, Sky?â He tried to get out without laughing.
⌠â|| Skyfire groaned miserably, pushing himself from the ground to rest on his knees. Much to his surprise, Wolffe was still there, though approaching him rather slowly. And, given the mechâs laughter, it was clear he was amused by the whole thing. Charming.
   âI am just fine,â he managed to grumble, though his attention was then drawn to a deep scrape along the paint on his chassis. âHowever, it would appear that my paint is far from it. Not to worry; I am sure it can be dealt with. Knock Out loves to do touch-ups. As for you...â
   A smirk finally appearing on his features, the scientist lurched forward to try and grab at the smaller mech. âI would really appreciate if you returned my datapad!â

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đ ;; Amber optics rolled in their sockets, and a clawed digit moved up to try and hook the larger mechâs chin. He eased it to the side, turning Skyfireâs attention to him. âYouâve known me longer than most guys around here have, so really, this shouldnât be a surprise: I live for this slag.â
  Trouble was practically the Seekerâs secondary designation. The very idea of the place that had been described made his spark pulse with delight; shady dealings and people, open space and a chance to explore. Most would always consider him to be Starscreamâs lackey and nothing more; Skywarp simply had other plans. If others did not see them as he did, then so be itâthat would just mean there was more profit in it for him.
  Unfortunately, Skyfire managed to catch him off guard. He hadnât considered actually needing a starship just yet. Scrap. âHmm⌠yeah, his ship ainât really my style anyway. Thereâs always Dreadwingâs stashed down in the holds, and weâre palsââ not really ââso it wonât be an issue. As for my plans, donât you worry; youâll find out soon enough. But why are you heading out to talk to a bunch of weird traders?â
⌠â|| Skyfire had always been wary of the purple Seeker; there was a greater intelligence buried beneath layers of wit and anger that made him incredibly dangerous, though few ever seemed to take it seriously. Perhaps that was how Skywarp preferred things. If no one suspected him of being smart enough to do something, then he was free to complete a task as he saw fit. It was no wonder he had become such an accomplished assassin.
   âI doubt your closeness with Dreadwing, but if you feel he would be willing to part with his mostly-dismantled ship, good luck on that.â The humans had gotten a hold of it, and as far as the scientist was concerned, that was the worst death sentence one could ever receive. âBut if I have a travelling partner, I would prefer to know what it is they are planning, just so that neither of us will be interfering with one another.
   That, and he trusted Skywarp about as much as Megatron trusted anyone but himself and Soundwave. He gently jerked his helm from the otherâs grasp before giving a faint flick of annoyance from his mighty wings, and said, âAs you are aware, the AllSpark is missing--that is my fault, therefore it is my duty to recover it. I am looking for anyone that may have seen it, or heard of it--second-worst-case-scenario is that someone found it and is trying to sell it, or already has. But that is only second-worst because it means I would have to figure out how to re-obtain it. The worst case is that it is lost forever. But, the thing about shady traders over your run-of-the-mill alien is that they always have information to sell, for a price.â
   Unfortunately, he was rather limited on the trading and credits front.
What's Black, White, and Red all over? A shuttle that ended up with the Autobots after a dear friend turned traitor. Good joke, right?
oh yes. very funny indeed. you see that flicker of wing ? he was absolutley tickled pink.
but a reminder that it was the shuttle who double-crossed him.
⌠â|| Yes, because defending one's post and reporting dissent to command is the very definition of treachery. How often he forgets that a certain someone not only wrote the tales of time from only the most humble of places, but also redefined words to best suit their revisionist history.
  Or perhaps he's just an old fool lingering in the past. What does it matter now who betrayed who, or who ended up being right about the other? The shuttle was not kept up at night by the consequences of his actions, after all; why dwell on what others had done?