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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He rolls to his feet, glaring down at her in suspicion. "So you have some hallucination about me being your 'mate', and you decide you'd like to do it over again for real. Did I miss anything?" Skywarp shakes his head. "This is three degrees too far past insane for me."

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Pride drives her to her own feet, though she can't quite straighten out the list to one side. "I liked what I saw, and what I see. And I always keep what I like."

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The glow of his optics doesn't lessen, but it's possible that somewhere in Skywarp's mind what she's saying is acknowledged. "Up until now, maybe."

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"You weren't complaining before," she growls, struggling to stay online and upright. "What's your problem now?"

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"I don't know." Skywarp shakes his head. "Maybe this is how people normally hook up in your world. In mine, someone who turns up saying they met you in a dream is insane. And creepy. Did I mention creepy?

"I can understand wanting to know why the Nexus would do something like that, but that's not what you're doing, now, is it?" His optics narrow. "Maybe I don't trust people who mysteriously know all about me. Maybe I don't like people assuming that kind of... intimacy with me. And maybe I still don't really know where you're from or what your agenda is."

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"People don't hook up in my world." She brushes that off abruptly. "And that dream was slagging creepy."

She briefly considers trying blackmail, but then decides that the risk to her minions would be too great.

Instead she pulls herself upright, ignoring a sudden melody of sparks from somewhere on her left arm. "I am Blackout, former right hand of Megatron...." A growl as her voice cuts to buzzing, and she forces the thing to work. "Now acting leader in his absence."

The big black femme falls silent then, trying to think of her agenda, but for the spark of her all she can think of is her plan to go take a bath later in the day when the water was really warm. It's getting hard to process at all.

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Skywarp frowns, trying to see what benefit she'd get from manipulating him as his dents ache and his energy runs down. If she doesn't have any connection with his universe, there's not much. And he can think of a dozen less embarrassing ways of enlisting help without trying. 'Hey you, want to come and kill some Autobots?' for a start.

He's tempted to think that any lieutenant of a Megatron couldn't be that foolish. Then again, he's worked with some.

"All right, that's a start." He glares at her, aware that neither of them can keep this up. "But I want more information before-" He cuts off involuntarily, optics dimming as he reaches for the sudden pain in his shoulder.

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"Ask...." Her voice is a fading whisper as she clenches a hand against the urge to reach out to him.

Why the slag is the arena rocking? As if she wasn't having enough trouble standing up... oh, wait, that's her stabilizers. She sets her feet grimly, unaware of the puddle at her feet.

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He's not sure he can. "You can't answer," he says, forcing himself to say it in one go.

Slaggit, he shouldn't have pushed himself this far. Why did he?

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"In... tend...bzzt... no harm." Her optics are dimming, but her feet are still set and she's still stubbornly upright. "S... strong... ally... crack!"

She won't go down. She won't show weakness. It would spoil the end of a perfect fight.

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He's listening, but he's also noticing the puddle at her feet. And he's aware of the dripping from certain parts of himself, too.

"Get repairs," Skywarp says wearily, leaning to one side as if there's a wall there for him. "Then... then we'll talk."

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Blackout registers the leaning and her programming kicks in, causing her to step forward to catch him before he can fall. But the movement sends both of them to the battered grass with Skywarp uppermost.

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He blinks at her, registering how they ended up like this at about the same time his systems have had enough.

The jet-former's offline before he knows it, his damaged shell demanding the last of his energy for self-repair.