Nexus. A couch little ways from the sign. Furniture vengeance

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Blackout finishes charging and unplugs herself from the sign, noting that the hole that Hormah made in it the other day is gone already without a trace.

Thinking of the hole reminds her of Ro-tor, which makes her chuckle as she remembers just how tanked nearly everyone at the Megastar was when they finished partaking of the gifts she'd brought them. Mega-octane had been oddly adorable as he cheerfully hummed to himself.

-Adorable.- She wanders away from the sign, absently kicking over a hot dog stand and shouldering aside a large Autobot on her way to a big couch she can see in the distance. As she goes she makes sure that Scorponok is happily doing something non-lethal, then lets her thoughts go to a certain black mech that she'd met a few weeks before.

-Yes, he is. But the dreams seem to have stopped. Probably just as well.-

Rumbling irritably, she settles onto the couch and leans back comfortably as she wishes, just a little bit.

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The youngster whirls, a massive gun clicking into place on his right arm as he watches the burrower. Gun still at the ready, and his optics never leaving the smaller bot, he backs up till he can go to one knee and carefully poke Skywarp again. He's ready to be wary of him too, but something's telling him that this other dark bot is important to him in some way.

[agent-skywarp.livejournal.com]

Skywarp scrambles to his knees and looks around, drained and hurt - and stil angry. His gaze locks onto the stranger. "Who are you?" he demands quietly. He's ready to grab the other 'bot if he has to, ready to strike.

And yes, he sees your resemblance. And that's making him warier.

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Scorponok scrambles over Blackout, still trying to raise her on the communications link. He hisses coldly at the other bots, claws clicking slowly. He's looking for his targets. They seem about right.

He advances on them, tail arched and guns readied.

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The newcomer shrugs, his crimson optics sharp with intelligence and inquiry.

Then he turns back to the smaller bot and primes his cannon, ready to react to the other's actions.

[agent-skywarp.livejournal.com]

Skywarp stares at him. "You don't know?" He follows the sound of hissing and the direction of the cannon towards the little arachnid. And groans. "Wonderful. It wasn't us, bugbrain!"

[bitty-blender.livejournal.com]

Scorponok halts for a moment, mistrustful but aware that Blackout likes this one. His tail sways as he considers.

Maybe he should attack anyway.

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Skywarp gets a terse nod in reply, though the newcomer keeps his gaze locked on the on the threat. Part of his processor is trying to figure out why the small one's behaving as it is to that pile of inert material.

[agent-skywarp.livejournal.com]

Skywarp gives the stranger a slow look. He's seen this one before.

He thinks he knows where.

Scowling fiercely and pushing aside the memory for now, he gets up and moves over to check Blackout, determined to keep the stagger from his step.

[bitty-blender.livejournal.com]

Scorponok reacts immediately, lunging to strike the jet-bot. He's not letting anyone at Blackout!

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The newcomer fires as swiftly, his aim perfectly centered on the tiny attacker.

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Skywarp yanks his arm away too slowly, and the tip of Scorponok's tail slides off the protective barrier. He growls at the little Decepticon and waves at the couch. "That's your enemy, scrapmetal. I'm just trying to see if she's online." He looks back to the downed 'copter. "Blackout!"

[bitty-blender.livejournal.com]

Scorponok is annoyed that his attack did not hit. But he's also aware of the shots that bounced away from him, and he turns to hiss at the new flier, mockingly hostile.

When he realises what Skywarp's saying, though, he clicks and turns to face the couch, eyeing it.

There is no way this can end well.