Nexus. Blue's Bar. First meeting with someone you know.

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Blackout looks around the little hole in the wall bar as she leads Skywarp in, ignoring Blue's warning look from where the femme was talking to a table full of Minibots. Said Minibots are the only other customers right now except for that crazy girl that hangs out with the crazy little Decepticon that turns into a boat with wheels.

"Booth in the back?" she asks her companion, turning to look down at him.

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Blackout watches from some ways behind, then, as he goes out of scanner range she ducks into a side way and accelerates to a place where she can shoot just over his cockpit as he screeches past.

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The jet laughs at the warning shot and twists enough to direct a return shot her way. It hasn't a hope of hitting; it's just an acknowlegment.

The game is on.

Hours later

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Darkness has been fallen over the little natural arena for some time when it suddenly goes silent, the sound of gunfire and crossing blades, grunts and the occasional laughter or terse battle cry no longer rising on the clear desert air.

Blackout pushes herself up from where she'd fallen to the trampled and energon splashed grass and stumbles over to where Skywarp's laying to put a hand on his chest. "I win."

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He's battered, tired and silent, but at her touch, Skywarp springs to life again. His hand lashes out, aiming to catch her arm and jerk her down. "What'd I tell you... about jumping to conclusions?"

He's hoping he gets the last word in. He's got about half a second more before he has to shut down.

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She falls willingly, her mouth going to his faceplate as her hand cradles the back of his head. //Mine.//

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Pleasantly surprised that he's got the bigger Decepticon down so easily, it takes Skywarp a second to realise what's going on.

He doesn't seem to have a problem with it. He's certainly not making any further attempts to fight.

//Doing it again, aren't you?//

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//Complaining?// She tries to muster the strength to rattle his processor, but winds up just laying her face next to his in a weary half snuggle instead as she tries to keep from offlining and squishing him.

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//Do I sound like it?// He relaxes, scanning her with renewed curiosity. //But I have to ask - do you always make a move on your targets so soon?//

They have only just met, as far as he's concerned.

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Blackout considers her reply, the process rendered difficult by her damaged and run down state. She's never targeted someone for this reason before... but on the other hand she's kissed many an Autobot half senseless the moment she spotted them.

//No,// she decides, shifting so that she's not laying over him any longer and slipping an arm around him. //It was a good dream.//

Not fully coherent here, anymore?

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He's not sure how to respond to that. Apart from this dream business, Blackout seems like decent company. And tired as he is, she's got him pretty well trapped for now. On a couple of levels, though, he's distinctly bothered. Which won't stop him asking, //...How good?//

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She's too tired for embarrassment or caution. //You were my mate.//

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And now he freezes, thoroughly disturbed. //What?// He shoots up, propping himself up on dented elbows and checking how much room he has to manoeuvre.