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[ghostlyvisage]

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"Dreadwing?" He's draped lazily across the most comfortable surface available, watching the other mech.

"Have you ever wore... extra armor or jewelry of any kind?"

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@honor-cxde

Ok. Deep breath. This was it. He had to do this or he'd chicken out.

It started with reviewing and cataloguing all data files in the Nemesis. With Ratchet on Earth, it was up to Arcee and Bumblebee to learn the tagging systems and integrate the Decepticons' information with the Autobots' files. Bumblebee did spent most of the time on the project - unfortunately, he was the most proficient hacker they had at the moment.

That's when he found out about Dreadwing. And Dreadwing knew the truth.

Optimus never corrected Dreadwing's assumption, trying to protect Bee from the wrath of a solo spark-twin. Like the dutiful soldier he was, Bumblebee respected his Prime's wishes.

But Optimus wasn't here anymore and Bumblebee had to fight his own battles.

He brought it up once around Bulkhead and Wheeljack, that despite the circumstances surrounding Skyquake's murder death, he felt like he owed it to Dreadwing to offer the Seeker closure. Bulkhead immediately got concerned and Wheeljack said that there were no innocents in war.

So nobody knew about this little plan. Bumblebee scheduled himself for a routine expedition, noting that he would be evaluating the area between Iacon and Polyhex. They had preliminary observations, but hadn't done a true review of the infrastructure between the two cities. He logged his route, gave his best time estimates, and promised to comm. if something went wrong.

Halfway between the two cities, in the middle of nowhere and joors out from immediate help, Bumblebee opened his frequency and broadcasted his coordinates.

::Dreadwing. This is Bumblebee. I'd like to talk to you. I'll be here.::

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@honor-cxde replied...

How.

( You presume he can hate. )

( You presume him to not care for your existence. )

( You presume his absence to be malicious, rather than... simple, unintentional neglect. )

( Gods are simple. We feel only certain things. I only hate, he only loves. And he does love. I smell it often. )

( It's irritating. Blind love is itchier than the rest. )

[aircommndr]

tell me about the moment your muse realised they liked mine, platonic or otherwise!

@honor-cxde

"It's so vivid in my mind, that moment. Like a sunrise, it offered such clarity."

"In that moment I realized how much I just... don't like you at all."

"We are trying to write a response but the Mun hasn't stopped laughing yet."

"Fuck you too, Dreadwing."

[autobot-scout-riella]

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Riella’s used to running into Dreadwing at the library, where she’s been forced to spend more and more time lately (no, she is not starting to regret going back to school, not even a little bit). She’s not used to seeing him somewhere as normal and social as a local cafe, even if he’s sitting quietly in a corner by himself, and she almost doesn’t recognize him.

“Dreadwing? I haven’t seen you around in a while.”

[remixofpraxus]

Forgive his appearance. He still sports bandages from accidentally blowing himself up not long ago.

"Apologies, but... I do not think I caught your name."

@honor-cxde

She's a bit startled by his appearance, but she's more worried than anything.

"I'm Remix, are you alright? I'm no medic but if you need some help I can do basic repairs..."

[xretiredcommanderx]

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[Meme|Accepting]

Dreadwing. You have an innate sense of loyalty. Very deep rooted. That is something that I strongly admire in mechs. It's one of the best qualities in someone: Integrity, loyalty, and discernment. The three qualities that I admire most.

I see those qualities in you. You know how to hold true to your values no matter what someone says and that speaks volumes. You see something or someone for who they are and you are not afraid to call them out. And you will unabashedly be you.

No matter what comes your way:

Never change.

[seekerblue]

The restoration of Cybertron was truly glorious news. Thundercracker's part in the war effort had ended when he abandoned the Decepticons and Cybertron collectively; he'd stolen a Shade-class bomber called the Arctava and taken off for deep space. By the time he'd reached Earth, it'd been more than a vorn since he last spoke to another Cybertronian. It had been a brief encounter with whom he believed to be Dirge, though he couldn't confirm; the signal was far too degraded, and was coming from a dark sector with a dying star. His ship wouldn't have lasted long enough to get a visual, with how inefficient its fuel burn was, so he left, even knowing he may have been dooming an old friend to death.

After all, what help would he be if his energon ran dry? Then he'd be dead, too.

Sometime after Cybertron went dark, he'd picked up a signal from none other than Optimus Prime, calling for Autobots to rally at specific coordinates. He was hesitant, but Optimus had once extended to him an invitation to join the Autobots; at the time, he'd declined, even though he wanted to join them. He couldn't have faced Starscream and Skywarp again if he betrayed them in such a way; instead, he'd given Optimus his energon reserves and fled. The memory bade him follow the signal to Earth, hoping he might be of at least some help.

As it turned out, he never truly was. He remained hidden all the way up to the final days of the conflict, until Megatron fell dead from his ship and the Autobots restored Cybertron. He had still been hidden away in the jungles of Peru when the news reached him, and, perhaps recklessly, he fired the ship's engines and took to the skies immediately. He knew he was going to be late; any transmissions he picked up usually reached him months, even years late. But he wanted to see it, to see his home restored to its former luster - especially Praxus. He'd had no small part in its destruction. If he could redeem himself, even just a little, by aiding in its reconstruction - then he was honor bound to do so.

This time, though, the ship's navigation wasn't quite working as well. Instruments were malfunctioning, fuel efficiency was at the worst he'd ever seen it; the crash had really done a number on it. He was navigating himself, manually piloting moreso by memory than any instrument data. He was jumping through wormholes whose trajectory he'd previously mapped out, trying to get back to Cybertron as fast as possible, but one of them put him out somewhere else. A dark quadrant with a dwarf star, one he didn't recognize. He must've been mistaken; this wasn't one of the ones he'd jumped through before.

One of the screens on the console lit up, flagging a ship just past the farthest planet. It wasn't one he could identify, if it even was a ship. He couldn't be sure the Arctava wasn't flagging an asteroid, with how outdated and damaged the systems were. The systems responsible for identifying ship classification & friend or foe status shorted out in the crash, and he'd been unable to repair them. All he had was a blip on his long-range sensors.

Just this once, he allowed a modicum of hope to creep its way in. He flicked two switches, turned a dial, and spoke, opening his comm. on an open frequency.

::Unidentified vessel, this is the Decepticon Shade-class ship Arctava hailing on an open line. Pilot identification: Thundercracker, Seeker Squadron Omega-6. If you're reading me -- well. I'd appreciate not being shot at.::

He had no way of knowing how many Autobots or Decepticons had heard about the war's end; he didn't want to risk being blown up by an overzealous Autobot. But maybe this one would be sensible; Autobot or Decepticon, he was certainly looking forward to having something other than the ship to talk to. Maybe they would even be willing to guide him back to Cybertron, seeing as he got himself so utterly lost.

Or maybe it would turn out to be a chunk of space rock and he'd have to find his own way out. That would be his usual luck.

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[ghostlyvisage]

seven minutes

Meme/Open

7: Cuddle

He curls into the mech as soon as he can. Pressing cold frame against his warmer one and all but curling up into the mechs lap with a purr. Nuzzling against him and settling like one giant lap cat.

[alacrityabound]

@honor-cxde replied to your post “Hmm. Yes. That is the Cybertronian equivalent of...”:

Eyeballs the little yellow ... incubus of viral plague.

​Staaaaaaaaaaares right back. But you know, from an appropriate distance away so he doesn't contaminate anyone else.

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@honor-cxde

It does nothing to comfort Dreadwing to know that this Quark was someone dangerous. Despite being a Seeker, he almost supernaturally does not emote with his wings, and his optics lack pupils; he is a very difficult mech to read.

"... Rung was not feeling well, recently, and he told me that he worried someone would tell this "Quark" of his weakness. He seems afraid."

Deft talons clench into powerful fists.

"Is this someone we should be worried over? I will hunt him down, if need me, to protect the ones living here."

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"Quark is dead." It is intensely... gratifying, that someone else is so invested in Rung's safety, because yes, he should be protected, why would you ever want to let him be hurt?

Megatron rocks back on the heel of one pede, shifting his weight on his hip, and rests his knuckles on his hips, optics squinting as he considers Dreadwing. "Sometimes Rung forgets where he is, in the moment. Typically, something triggers that response."

He tips his helm a little, contemplative.

"Usually something to do with medical help. I'm the only one he reall lets work on him, besides Ratchet."

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@honor-cxde replied...

Literally no one should do this.

( COWARD. )

[aircommndr]

@honor-cxde liked for a lyrics starter | x

"Good times, for a change. See, the luck I've had can make a Good Man turn Bad...So please, please, please, let me...

"Let me get what I want, this time."

[autobot-scout-riella]

❝ A soldier’s best quality is her sense of allegiance. Of Loyalty. Nothing else survives. ❞

@honor-cxde

The Locked Tomb Starters | Accepting

"...you know, I can't even disagree with you, but does that feel a little fragged up to anyone else? We weren't all volunteers, and here we are a million years later and the only thing we've got left is loyalty."

Not that she was ever uncomfortable saying that kind of thing in public, but a drink sure helps. She might need another one.

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