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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She gives him a boot, then pauses and focuses outward again as someone starts explaining the workings of PINpoints, her anger fading into interest. "We need to find those little machines, do you think you could get those two away from those organics?"

Since she still hasn't been able to find his gun....

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Gun's in his subspace compartment, although it's a tiny little thing. Scourge himself cowers more, his 'voice' softening meekly.

Not sure. I just wander, I come here.

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-Stop sniveling and go get me those machines!- She accidentally zaps him with her own insane courage.

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Y-yes, sir..." Scourge gently reaches out, trying to take control of his own body again.

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She hands it over readily, though she's poking at his memories again with typical lack of regard for personal privacy, trying to see if she can't see more.

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Alongside the memories of the mangled headless body, there are other ones, of a stronger and brighter and quite clearly alive Galvatron. A flash of memory runs across Scourge's consciousness without his bidding, one of Galvatron kneeling next to him and holding his hands. His aura washes over Scourge, bright and hot and definitely alive. His grip is just this side of painfully hard, entirely substantial and real, and Scourge's spark sings with awe at seeing again that which he had thought lost.

In the far less sparkly 'now', Scourge is delicately removing the devices from the two extremely displeased humans.

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She chafes, scowling. A little over a vorn ago she'd been weary beyond reason and ready to give up her shell, but now the old fire is returning and filling her with restless energy.

Folding figurative arms, she gives the image of her twin the stink eye, offended by his ability to be so solid and admired while she's dust.

And then she's distracted as she thinks she catches some hint of Cyclonus.

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And Scourge freezes, letting the devices drop from his hands. No. He is greater than you, he is greater than any Decepticon. Don't insult him.

To Scourge, Galvatron is practically a god.

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-What are you doing, you fool?!- She reaches for control. -Don't damage those!-

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Scourge puts up resistance. It's feeble and she could break it if she needs to, but it's the symbol that counts. I-I don't have to listen to you...

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She very nearly explodes again, but then stops and instead floods him with her own energy and power. -I am Galvatron!-

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Scourge falls to his knees, hands clutching his head and trying not to falter under her attack. Not...mine...

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-But still Galvatron! As good as any other!-

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Not as good as he is. None are. All fall short of the glory of the image of Galvatron he holds so close to his spark.