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Fearstorm had been on patrol for a total of twenty-six minutes, and he was already delighted. This is not an entirely unusual state of mind for him anytime he is on patrol, of course, because when he is on patrol, he is either

Driving

Beating up Autobots or

Driving and beating up Autobots. 

Fearstorm is a good soldier, and a very patient and obedient soul when it comes to fulfilling his own wants and desires, but when the time for gratification comes, he drinks deeply of it without hesitation or reservation. What he wants more than anything, more than sinking his talons into his enemies, more even than being told he has done a good job by his superiors, is to drive.

He's larger than most Vehicons, and this is evident even in his alt-mode. He's a heavily-built sports car, identical to his brethren in everything but size and the deep bass roar of his powerful engine. The sleek, dark vehicle is currently navigating its way westward along O'ahu's H3 highway, which is beginning to make its winding way towards the island's southern half of the Ko'olau Range mountains. He is not a mech who's easily stirred to sentimentality, but darkness is descending on the island around him, and it's an absolutely breathtaking drive. 

The highway itself is amazingly designed, at times rising on struts from the green-sheathed and rocky terrain itself, and all around him the wild country of Hawaii rises and falls in leafy abundance. It's so bizarre and alien, so different from the familiar blank corridors of the Nemesis that it's a little difficult for the simple-minded drone to take in.

He's alone for now, being large enough to handle himself should he run into minor trouble. This patrol is mainly a cursory sweep of O'ahu's handful of major highway systems. The Nemesis itself is still on Kaho'olawe, far away from human civilization, but examining the layout of the surrounding islands is definitely a prudent measure, especially considering how long they might be here. 

Fearstorm's life is just full of surprises lately, the biggest, of course, being his recent return to the land of the living. Once Fearstorm checks the records and finds that he had, indeed, died at Erta Ale (and that, thanks to tears in the multiverse, such a resurrection isn't entirely unusual), he finds he is unsure how to feel. He doesn't remember anything between his death and reappearance here on the Nemesis. What does that mean about joining the Well of All Sparks? Does one forget it, once they leave it?

Do drones even get to go?

Wrapped in this existential quandary, Fearstorm doesn't quite take a corner at the proper angle, and clangs his shoulder plating against it--again. He's been moving through the Nemesis, datapad in hand, alternately reading and zoning out and running into things as he does so. Rolling his shoulder and shuffling to the side, the Vehicon's thoughts return to the present.

No matter. That's a problem he can't solve, so he would do better to focus on the ones he can, and one of the problems he's currently facing that requires his attention: acclimating to this timeline. A lot has happened since his death and resurrection, and he needs to get caught up. That is what the datapad is for. Aside from the usual sorties with Autobots and quests for energon, there have been multiple calamities in regards to the state of the fractured multiverse.

Regrettably, nothing terrible has happened to Starscream. 

Fearstorm senses that he's drifting too close to a wall again and stops, looking up momentarily--then he freezes. There a thing standing in the hallway ahead. He lowers the datapad slowly, cocking his head, trying to make sense of the creature's strangely overlapping plates. It's not a configuration he recognizes at all. Is this a new arrival? Has Makeshift come back, and is he doing... weird Makeshift-ey stuff? Fearstorm tilts his head to a further degree, and quite suddenly makes sense of the creature. Oh, those are legs. Huh. 

Weird. 

Fearstorm doesn't say anything, not at first. He just stares silently, and though he doesn't do anything to make himself verbally conspicuous, but it's impossible for him to be anything but physically conspicuous. He's the largest drone on the ship, and definitely one of the larger Decepticons. 

"Hey," he finally calls, his voice booming in the empty hallway. He's still tilting his head, and he pauses for a moment to make sure he has the thing's attention before he continues, just as loudly, "What the Pit are you, anyway?" 

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