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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As the native Scourge watches Ratchet takes the little gadget and sticks his hand through it, then frowns a little. "There. Now when you want to go home you press the green button. When you want to go to Auspex's you press it again. If you're in the Nexus you might wind up at either place."

He chuckles and hands it back, then presses the button and takes him here.

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Scourge blinks at the spot where the two mechs had crouched, then gets to her feet and walks out to where Cyclonus is stumbling to his feet with a hand on an equally shaky Threnody's shoulder as he asks her in his normal deep voice if she's alright.

"Of course I am." She frowns and gives Scourge a quick glance, then looks around. "Where is the other Scourge?"

"Ratchet took him," says Scourge, eying Cyclonus a little wistfully. "Is she...?"

"Right here," says Galvatron from her sparkmate's mouth, smiling. "I'm here."

Scourge sighs and smiles slightly herself, then drops to her knees. "Lady. I'm still yours."

"And hers." Galvatron chuckles, then looks around before looking back at Threnody. "I guess you'll do. But you have a lot to learn."

"Of course." One slender brow rises in Cyclonus's manner. There's still a slight challenge to the words, and a stiffness in the shoulder under Cyclonus's hand.

Galvatron frowns at this, then shakes the younger femme slightly. "Let me in."

"Galvatron?" Threnody's optics widen slightly.

"You heard me," says her creator impatiently.

"But... why are you asking?"

"What?" She gets a dark scowl, but then Galvatron understands. "Eh... Allspark wearing off on me."

"Oh."

Cyclonus shudders then as he finds himself suddenly alone in his shell, though his spark no longer feels empty and sore. He blinks and stretches his shoulders, then looks curiously toward Threnody, who is very still, her optics staring thoughtfully at the ground. As he watches she turns slowly toward her favorite bench by the fountain.

"I don't need you right now," says Galvatron's voice. "Go back to your reports."

"Yes, Lady." He salutes and turns, Scourge flanking him as always.

"Now then," murmurs Galvatron, setting her creation down on the bench and starting to talk.