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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The messenger solidifies and walks over to hunker down and give him a sympathetic look as Threnody and sheScourge stare. "I'm sorry, buddy, I should have paid better attention. She had you back there, didn't she?"

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"Uh huh..." Scourge nods feebly at him. For once, he doesn't flinch away from a mech's approach.

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"I'm really sorry." Ratchet grumbles at himself, then nods to the high grade. "You gonna drink that? I know I sure wish I could."

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Scourge looks to Threnody and the damaged Scourge for orders. In times of turmoil he usually defaults to obeying whoever's in command.

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"I'm not trying to poison you," says Threnody bemusedly. "You're a hero here."

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"I what?" Scourge looks at the general assortment in utter, utter bafflement. Without thinking about it, he puts the cube to his lips and takes a gentle drink.

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It's highest quality, no wonder Ratchet looked at it so wistfully.

"You brought back our leader." Threnody looked at the white mech with a quizzical frown. "But you are dead."

"So's your glorious leader," grumbles Ratchet. "She could have just told me she had unfinished business."

"But what fun would that have been?" comes Galvatron's laughing voice from the entrance.

Ratchet scowls toward where Cyclonus is standing with a Galvatron's grin on his face. "Do you know how weird that looks?"

"I don't care!" She brushes off his words with an abrupt gesture. "I'm home now. You can go."

Ratchet gives her a look and she scowls back, undaunted.

"Don't push your luck," says the white mech softly. "I can see how you're needed here right now. But you have no hold over this world anymore. You can get your house in order, but you can't change anything else."

Cyclonus's chin rises proudly as his face twists into Galvatron's smirk. "We'll see how much I can change."

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If it's anything like his Galvatron, the thing won't be content to slink on back to the Allspark anytime soon. Quietly, he attempts to get himself into a slightly less central area on the bench, in case sparks start to fly.

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Threnody absently puts a hand on his shoulder, her forehead creased as she tries to understand how two legends are standing in her garden arguing.

"Yeah. We will." Ratchet's got a half smirk on his face now.

Galvatron snorts and ignores him, her optics focusing instead on Threnody, who actually shrinks a little from that gaze and draws closer to Scourge.

"Don't hide on him," says Galvatron, mockery in her voice. "He'll only run and hide."

"He's got good reason." Ratchet's voice isn't humorous now.

Galvatron ignores him as she reaches out with Cyclonus's hand and pulls their creation to her feet. "So... I hear you're kind and gentle...."

"No," protests the native Scourge, then sends Runamuck scurrying out of the courtyard with a look.

"You helped a stranger when he ran from you and got himself stuck in a hole."

"Not a stranger," says Threnody evenly, though she's still shrinking slightly. "Scourge. And Scourge is always loyal."

"He's not your Scourge!" Galvatron cuffs her soundly, ignoring the native Scourge's gasp.

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Scourge looks at the both of them fearfully. Should have just kept his mouth shut, now she'll probably shoot him just to prove a point. He looks to the other Scourge, wishing he knew her commlink frequency--for the sake of a shared name and form, she might be willing to help him escape. Maybe even come with him.

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She is totally riveted to the confrontation between her leaders, her optics showing her dismay and concern.

"Don't worry," says Ratchet's voice in his audio receiver. "You're safe... wow!"

Threnody pushes away, her optics snapping with anger. "No one strikes me!"

"Maybe that's the problem!" counters Galvatron, grabbing her again and moving to punch her in the face, only to flip and land on Cyclonus's face as her creation lashes out with a foot.

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Scourge scuttles backwards. "For how long?" he mutters to Ratchet, still watching them with wide optics. Maybe...

Just to see if it will work, he tries to contact the female Scourge using his own frequency. If it doesn't work, he'll wind up hearing his own voice in his head. If it does, maybe they can work something out.

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