Nexus. A bench near a stone arch. A different take on things

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Threnody is unaware of the symphony of bird song occurring over her head and all around her. She's paying no mind to the local rodent population, though there's a squirrel sitting on her foot right at this moment. She has no attention to spare for the bright forms of the flowers that are scattered throughout the undergrowth and the grass of the little forest glade she's found. Most of her attention is focused on the tiny construction of paper and various colouring chemicals that she holds between her fingertips.

Cyclonus would be non-plussed, and Scourge would be quietly and uncomprehendingly supportive if they found her now, but she's used to those reactions when her friends find her with a book.

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A thunderstorm seems to pass over the forest as her scowl darkens. "Explain! Why do you think she's like an Autobot?"

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Scourge cowers before her, knowing that Galvatron always wanted honesty from his troops. But talking back to anyone who even calls themself Galvatron is jarring.

"She is kind and gentle; she helped me when I was a stranger to her and put herself in potential danger without the least fear of betrayal. She doesn't seem to want to exert her authority over others, to use force and commands like a true Decepticon leader would."

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The lack of desire to be in charge she attributes to Cyclonus. The lack of authority might be due to her youth, which is the fault of that slagging thing she was created in. But kind and gentle?

Still scowling, her angry thought translates into angry action as she starts pacing like a caged wildcat. What has she done to her legacy by building her in that pit cursed Autobot tank?

She's still aware of you, Scourge.

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Scourge keeps cowering, staying close to the shelter of the trees. They won't prevent a gun blast from this strange creature, but they make him feel better.