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Sep. 9th, 2010

[After circling the area for some time, a confused teal and purple seeker touches down and makes one last  look-around. The last thing she remembers is the space bridge... Every thing was going well, and then- she was here. Some kind of transwarp malfunction?]

Starscream- come in! Thundercracker?

...Skywarp. Sunstorm?

Anyone at all? I'll take Drige even, just- 'the frag am I?

Is this Cybertron?



Sep. 10th, 2010 07:22 pm (UTC)
Curious ruby optics peek from another room and then widen slightly.

"Oh dear," mutters a gravelly voice, which is then raised to say with probably surprising kindness. "No. This isn't Cybertron."
Sep. 11th, 2010 12:31 am (UTC)
There's a vocal difference in the other mech that she would have noted with suspicion under normal conditions; but right now, Slipstream's just glad she isn't in this alone.


Her posture perks seeing a familiar face, before she realizes what she's doing and tries snuffing her relief with a sneer. And thinks-


"You. Where ever we are, this is probably your fault."
Sep. 11th, 2010 01:35 am (UTC)
"I'm not Starscream." The mech steps into the room, his posture showing uncertainty and a bit of fearfulness that's countered by determination. "My name is Bob."

He smiles just slightly, and there is nothing mocking in the expression. "Actually, this nexus tends to bring people here on its own."
Sep. 11th, 2010 02:00 am (UTC)
"Well you're not shivering nearly enough to be Skywarp. But I don't recall Starscream ever making a Bob. "

That was- the strangest name. Then again, her creator wasn't he most original mech around...

"But if you're here, and I'm here, that means that Starscream, or at least someone in charge has to be around to get us out. "

And if there wasn't she'd find a way. Slipstream was literally moments away from seeing Cybertron at that space bridge before being tossed in this place. And she wanted out.

"I have some where I need to be. "
Sep. 11th, 2010 02:03 am (UTC)
"I'm not from the same batch as you," he says quietly, that attitude of determination against fear still clear. "And I don't work for Starscream. But I can show you how to leave this place, if you want."