{ @hunterofprimus } There are three truths when it comes to the hunter: Everything is a hunt. He is helplessly in love with space. Starscream is perfect; a god to be worshipped by the blackest spark there ever was. So, of course he'll pick up when he hears those lovely vocals. ::Devcon speaking,:: he replies with a soft growl. He knows this signal, can trace it back to an universe close to his own. ::Now, why would you call me, I wonder?:: Because hunting Starscream is just what he needs.
There is no answer immediately forthcoming, a short pause as the caller seems to contemplate the answer. It's clear he wasn't expecting such a casual response.
Well!
「Is this a private frequency?」 The demanding tone is replaced with one of curiosity. 「And here I was expecting some Federation of What's-it's like the last one.」
The signal warbles, distorting again before returning to the un-silence of a live connection.
「Hmph. Well, Devcon,」 Starscream says, the name clearly unfamiliar to him but that's not going to stop him from momentarily playing nice. 「Maybe you'd be willing to help me out. I seem to be a little lost. Why don't you give me your coordinators so I can orient myself, hmmm?」
