#doddering-egoist

Given the very few rumors Starscream had heard of this mech in particular, he anticipated a more hesitant, repulsed reaction to such a claim. Maybe no strokes of violence, but certainly the passing thought of so.

" Mm, " the previously pleased, self-satisfied smug falls into a pensive one, " companionship.... Against your will. "

Open mic night? No, sorry. His mic night. He might not have a sold out auditorium or stadium for his performances anymore, but that doesn't mean when the Rusted Barrel had the stage open for one night of the month he was going to let a good time pass him by.

Step up, we are whatever we wanna be We are free, that's all we desire

Besides! No one knew him out here. Just another displaced Cybertronian in a back quadrant space port, jamming out on stage, and able to drop a few songs for the eventual Come Back Tour of a Golden Era icon.

When you pass through the veil of fantasy There's a world with a rhythm for you and me

Sure, it wasn't tens of thousands of sparks resonating emotions like the endorphins of a sparkbond, but, eh. It'll do. Better than hum singing new lyrics alone.

Shockwave finds that traveling through the city and its perimeter to be less taxing on his frame. Before, it was impossible to step outside and return without a layer of ash and dust veiling his featureless mask for a face, obscuring his already limited vision. Now, he was granted full visibility well over 20 meters on his forward path, bypassing the need to waste power on directional sensors. Clearing the full length of Neo-Kaon, he crossed over the border to travel down into a neighboring land: the Deadman's. An entire sector carved out into a straight fixture of mining facilities entrenched into the topography of the desert.

What was once empty flatlands now steeply dropped into a subsurface plateau. A sophisticated network of tunnels and refineries winding even deeper than what could be seen.

Stepping dangerously close to the corner edge, the logician peered down into the caverns, casting a wide glance over the forgotten architecture that forever sleeps in this hole. He could still hear the loud crash-bang of the drill pips dropping their full weight into the pits with their strapped pulleys laboring them up the derrick for another plunge.

His destination lies within the middle building, beyond the refinery, and deep into the caverns itself. There existed no functional electric grid, leaving the facility to lay dead as Shockwave passed through it, forcing him to cram a crowbar into air-tight locks and break the seals for prohibited entry. There exists enough strength in his only working arm to jam the curved end of his tool into hydraulic doors and pry them open wide for his broad form to slip through. He repeated this process several times before he dipped into the actual mineral deposit. No need for any gadget to ping the strong, chemical scent of raw energon that his own starved body could recognize.

A faint iridescent glow shined over one of the drops in this cavern, leading Shockwave towards it. He only intended to carve a sizable batch to synthesize for a half vorn. At least, he had outlined this straightforward plan up until he crossed the threshold of when the glow saturated the cavern walls to meet a dark rigid shape disturbing the ethereal ambience.

There was no mistake — it was a bot. Shockwave couldn't discern any visual specifics other than they were present and it appears they were not a new arrival, on account of their lax, non-urgent frame language.

Cradling what meager amount he managed to gather into a single servo, he ripped his vocoder to life with an alerting scratch before his voice projected from it, " what are you doing here? "

Lie Meme

He gritted his denta, a sneer forming on his face, fully prepared to snarl out compliments before-

Ghostspire settled back, smiling at him with a purr.

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It was a little off putting for her to be in what felt like such an extravagant area with such a formal air to it. Though, she wouldn't be too surprised that if most of the bots that attended didn't view it as such - just another gala or event. One of the many they would normally attend. When she had heard that it was open to everyone, she wanted to at least take the opportunity to see what all it had to offer before going back to her normal day-to-day.

When Terminus had come by, it felt like a piece of normalcy had returned to her. She was a little shocked when he offered to dance, and even thought she really had no experience in doing so - at least, not to this degree - she let him guide her to the dance floor. As nerve wracking as it was, it was fun... when she wasn't stepping on his pedes.

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