#goldhide

Troublemaker opened her mouth to argue, but Radiowave was already stomping away. Troublemaker flushed when she heard Goldhide chuckle. "She finally called you out on your nightly walks, huh? Guess I win the bet - Mixjam was sure it was gonna be Agnomen, but I'm pretty damn sure the boss sleeps like a rock," Goldhide chuckled. "C'mon, sit your anxious aft down in the chair and talk, pretty bird."

"...please don't call me that. Trouble works as a nickname, it helps-just Trouble, okay?" she said, sitting down in the chair next to him, keeping her optics on the screens.

"It helps what now? C'mon, Trouble, just let out the screamin' hyena."

"The screamin' what now?"

"Metaphor, don't worry about it. Just...talk to me. You been doin' this since we lifted off." Goldhide tapped his audio and wiggled it for her. “C’mon, you talk to the big ole sheeple. Got a gold plated vault for secrets.”

"...space really is kind of a mystery, isn't it? There's things Speedway can't explain sometimes and he's always tappin' away at his notes to try to figure this stuff out, but...stuff's hidden to us."

"...you're like Thunderstrike, ain't ya?"

"We've...discussed things, yes. But...y'know, at the same time, we don't know those things about space because we're not ready for it, y'know? No tools to know and explore it, so it's cold and...well, space."

"A big black nothing and everything that could, in fact, kill an unsuspecting person, depending on their makeup and species and all that what not?" Troublemaker raised an eyebrow at him. Goldhide shrugged. "You realize I have spent 20-30 plus with Equilibrium, yeah? The science rubs off on ya after a year."

"Uh huh. I guess...sometimes I love the fact that space is both known and unknown, y'know? Like...I dunno, s'hard to explain-"

"Troublemaker, I thought you made trouble. Not ran into it like a pyro into a fireball."

"Heh. Sometimes it runs into me, sometimes I run into it-"

"Yeah, I saw that this mornin', you were a flushing mess. You're lucky boss was too busy pickin' up their slag to notice you runnin' for your Primus damn life."

"...shut up, Goldhide."

"Look...I'm just sayin' to be careful, Trouble. I love the midnight too, but damn if it doesn't come with its monsters."