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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"Mmhm." Skywarp twists and slumps over obligingly. "What was that about human fans?"

Hah, and you thought he'd forgotten.

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"Do you know what the internet is?" She scans him carefully, then sets to work on the last major injury, carefully sealing the cracked edges of the big dent that her fist had put into his hip.

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He holds still, but he's peering under his shoulder at what she's doing. "Something like the Worldnet back home?"

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"Something." She finishes the work, then once more runs gentle fingers over the spot before nudging him that she wants him to lay on his back now. "I've put some video feeds and accounts of things Scorponok and I have done on various sites, and there's a growing number of humans who seek them out, tell others about them, and act as though Scorponok and I are some sort of legendary heroes."

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He snorts as he rises to move, then bursts out laughing and flops on his back. "Are they that easily impressed by higher life forms? Even hostile ones?"

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"I think they're that starved for honest action." Her mouth twitches at his laughter. "They've spent too many vorns shutting themselves up in little boxes and dreaming about things instead of going and doing them."

Yes, his front is pretty well mended. Her optics scan him with appreciation for the poetry in his lines.

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This is Skywarp, pretending not to notice and quietly enjoying every moment of it. He folds his arms behind his head; at this point the poor couch has all that weaponry kibble digging straight into his cushions, but see if Skywarp stops to consider that.

"Except when they're helping Autobots."

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Her expression goes grim even as her fingers go to check the wield on a wound on his chest where she'd taken a smack at his spark compartment. When she speaks her voice rumbles slightly with feeling.

"The organic who killed Megatron has a Decepticon heart. He fought determinedly and well despite the odds against him. If I ever meet him I will not underestimate him as Megatron did."

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Skywarp gives her an unreadable look, then switches to watching her prod his welds. "I never thought I'd hear someone like you say that."

Truth be told, the idea of Blackout or Megatron facing off against a little human is so strange it should be funny. For some reason he can't find it so, now.

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"Neither did I." Her voice is a low, absent growl.

Then she blinks and catches him as the couch gives an anguished squeak and bolts to huddle in the corner. "The slag??"

A dangerous look goes to the unfortunate rookie, and Blackout's free fist clenches as the couch cringes and Hormah stands tensely.

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And Skywarp abruptly finds himself de-couched. Shame, really, he was getting quite used to sitting on someone softer and more obedient.

He twists to get his feet under him (not that he needs to, technically, but it feels better). The look he gives the poor couch-bot is somewhat amused, but that doesn't make it any more reassuring. In times past, this would be the cue for another round of 'torment the weakling'. But this one is his hosts' toy. It wouldn't be polite.

"For a piece of furniture, he's amazingly bad at knowing when to hold still." Skywarp can think of a few ways to teach him.

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For several moments it's very clear that the terrified youngster's life is hanging in a balance as Blackout keeps it pinned with her gaze.

But then Hormah stirs as she spots a steady trickle of pink dripping onto the floor.

"'E's bleedin', Boss," she murmurs in a low voice.

Blackout growls and then turns away, letting go of Skywarp. "Fix the slagging thing."

"Yes, Boss!" The red-orange rookie leaps to obey.

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"He's damaged already?" Skywarp looks at Blackout. "He won't need your help to get to the scrapheap."