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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There's another flash, one of a mutilated and decapitated corpse. The body's a bit larger, a bit stockier, but the resemblance is clear.

Yes. Cyclonus needs to live so the Decepticons may live. So I can live.

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She pauses with a thrill of curiosity and horror, then turns her attention to him and pokes with surprising care till she finds another image, this one with head intact.

-Hmmm. Scourge would have liked that,- she says approvingly. -And no one could call it short!-

The thought's accompanied by a snort and a burst of anger and pride. Also images of her making sure that no 'short' pictures survived.

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...short? Galvatron is big. Tough. Why aren't you bigger?

Or more appropriately, why didn't she get augments to make herself bigger? Putting on a bit of bulk's easy compared to making Combaticons out of old Vietnam War vehicles.

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Anger flairs with nuclear suddenness as she shouts, -I am not SHORT!-

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And in some metaphysical way Scourge scurries into the corner and cowers again. He hadn't meant to get her yelling again, but she'd said...