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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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."