Nexus. By the sign. Hormah

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//Company? To watch our backs? To replace Bonecrusher?// She absently rubs Iceberg's back with her thumb.

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Iceberg's expression abruptly shifts from startled to impassive as he looks away. "Yeah, that's... that's not for anything good. I'd get it disconnected pretty soon if I were you."

A thought strikes him and he looks back at the port to check if it's the kind found on a Bulk or a Minicon. With mixed tech, you never know, and it matters.

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"What is it?" She frowns down at him, taking her hand away as Hormah continues to squirm.

It looks like it could be either, actually.

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And that isn't a good sign. He'd rest easier if he knew it was a Bulk-type - there might be dangers with that, but not as many.

"Powerlinx tech," he says simply, staring at Hormah. "It's no use outside of worlds like mine, and no-one there's used it in years."

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"What is powerlinx tech?" Her frown shifts slightly to scowl.

Hormah just sticks a hand over the port and scowls herself.

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"Power-boosting technology," he says shortly. "Connects a Minicon to a B- an Autobot or Decepticon and gives the second one a temporary upgrade like you wouldn't believe. Like I said, the stuff's useless now."

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She recalls his reaction to being picked up, then looks at the rookie and rumbles angrily. "Come here."

"No." Hormah sidles away, her hand still over the port.

"I said come here." Blackout's hand goes out demandingly.

"No!"

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"Hold on." Iceberg raises a hand, looking at Blackout. "You might try explaining what you want her for?"

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The big femme looks down at him, wondering what he's on.

Since when do you explain things to rookies?

-Maybe he means he wants to know.-

"I'm going to destroy the port."

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Iceberg would be very amused if he knew what she was thinking.

"Not now," he says firmly. "Unless you're a medic, and even if you are you don't know Minicon tech well enough. Thing is, that stuff's complicated. And it seems to affect our sparks some way or another. You can't afford to mess around with it."

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Her frown deepens. "You should have specified when you said it needed to be disabled."

"No, it doesn't." Hormah scrunches down with both hands over the port now.

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Iceberg shrugs at Blackout and turns to Hormah. "Kid, it's not gonna do you any good and you don't want to know the damage you could get."

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"It's part of me." She frowns at him, her optics shifting to Blackout as she braces herself for a possible cuff. That femme is silent, however, letting Iceberg deal with this since he knows more about it than she does.

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Iceberg sighs. "So's everything in that shell right now. But sooner or later you're gonna have to change or get rid of almost all of it. Doesn't matter if it's upgrades or repairs or because you feel like it. And none of the rest is actually gonna do you harm." He eyes her, then adds, "When you get yourself an alt-mode you're going to alter, for starters. It comes with being a Transformer."

He grins and shrugs. "Change is good."

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"You still have yours." She curls up slightly, hands still on her belly.

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Iceberg's expression doesn't shift, perceptibly or not. Damn. So, do I complain about her looking at my skidplate now...?

"And what makes you think it's still connected?" he asks, folding his arms.

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Frowning, confused, and slightly upset rookie is go. Blackout watches the exchange with interest, absently helping herself to another cube of energon as she does.

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Iceberg sighs. "Trust me on this, kid, it's not worth your while keeping functional."

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Frowny frown. "Yes, sir."

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"Right." He nods, not terribly worried by her unwillingness. If she's that bothered by it, he figures, she'll find a way out of it eventually. After she's had time to think about it.

In the meantime, he holds up the disks he's compiled. "You should have these, too."

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Oooo, more input? Her optics go wide.

"What's that?" asks Blackout, absently offering Scorponok a sip from her energon cube.

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"Language data, some of our basic survival training." ...The bare bones he knows of Minicon history, a couple of nasty tricks to pull on a Bulk in the event you want away from them, fast...

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She looks at them, then nods, feeling that she can correct anything necessary later.

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Iceberg hands the disks over, knowing he'd have slipped them to the kid even if Blackout had ripped the ground and sky apart to stop him. He's just programmed that way.

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Hormah takes them and examines them, then reads them like a book, her beeps taking on more meaning as she talks to herself in Minicon.

"Don't damage your processor," says Blackout sternly, then lowers her head and puts her free hand to her chest as pain radiates out from her spark.

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Iceberg's half-listening to the kid as he sidles up to Blackout. "You all right?" he mutters, aware that his systems are killing him.