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[blk_arachnia]

WHO: Blackarachnia and Thundercracker
WHERE: Some bar somewhere.
WHEN: 3/25; night
WARNINGS: They're Decepticons...the usual badguy stuff applies...well badguy stuff in a bar.
SUMMARY: TC wants to know more about BA so she's telling him.
FORMAT: Para-ish things.

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[crackofthunder]

Thundercracker wasn't in the best of moods at first, either. Only the discovery of alcohol has managed to alleviate the general sense of frustrated anger that's bubbling inside him. He knows its counterproductive, but there it is. So he's glad to be coming to an alcohol vendor.

He has no idea what's suitable to go out in, and his loose, downbeat clothing attests to that, although he is sporting a hat. So that's... something.

It doesn't take him long to pick her out of the crowd. He gives her a nod, then stops at the bar for a minute, before heading her way and carrying two greenish drinks in fancy glassware.

"You must try alcohol," is his greeting. "They call this an 'appletini.' It's... good-tasting."

The vocabulary of taste hasn't seeped in yet.

[blk_arachnia]

Blackarachnia made a face as she watched Thundercracker. What was he wearing? Seriously going out in clothing like that. Someone was going to have to help him with human clothing. She might not have been much of an expert on human fashion but she knew enough.

As he made his way over with the drinks she forced a more pleasant expression onto her face. Unfortunately it didn't last long as she eyed the drink. In her mind nothing should be green unless it was a green vegetable.

"If you say so." she said with an air of disbelief, taking it from him. Of course she changed her mind the moment she took a sip from it. "Hmm...not bad." She took another sip before setting the glass down and turning her attention to Thundercracker.

"First off I have a couple questions. You're from Starscream's world...dimension, whatever, right?"

[crackofthunder]

He just shrugs.

"Maybe. If there is such an infinite array of alternate universes being stolen from here, it's possible we're just from similar worlds. I hadn't heard anything about him going missing before I was taken, but I'm not always kept in the loop, either. But it seems like I know him well enough. A bit less insufferable so far, actually. Maybe humanity has humbled him a bit."

His appletini is finished relatively quickly.

[blk_arachnia]

She nods. "Is there...an Elita where you're from?" This had been bothering her since she went over the post made during the 'porter glitch. Starscream had been surprised to find out who she used to be. She wanted to know more but had been too busy to ask him about it.

[crackofthunder]

His brow furrows as he tries to remember.

"Damn this brain and its lack of memory indicies, or any sort of organizational system. Um... Elita."

Autobots - so many of them, so many names he doesn't remember other than the big ones.

"Wait, Elita-1? Sort of pink-red? I think she was one of Optimus Prime's lieutenants millions of years ago. Before female Autobots went extinct... or close to it, at least."

[blk_arachnia]

"Pink-red? Definitely a different world. Never mind, I'll ask Starscream sometime." she said, shaking her head as she reached for her drink. She took a large gulp from it. So the herself in their world was still an Autobot. Something she might still be had they not gone to that planet.

Blackarachnia let out a sigh, replacing her glass on the table. "You wanted to know about the whole...halfling mutant thing. Remember what I said about being an Autobot and having a spider-mode?"

[crackofthunder]

"Sure," he says, blinking through the beginnings of his buzz as he waves to the bartender for two more.

"Although I'm curious as to why you were an Autobot in the first place."

[blk_arachnia]

"Because that's what I was. Everything happened a long time ago, I still in the Academy. Optimus, Sentinel and I, we were friends, young, doing stupid stuff we shouldn't have. Optimus always saved mine and Sentinel's aft except that last time." She downed the rest of her drink then stared down at the table.

"We went to this planet that Sentinel had heard about. A Decepticon ship had gone down on it a long time ago. He thought we should all check it out, see how much energon we could find. Take it back with us, be set for life." She pauses, a small smile on her face as she remembers how things used to be before it fades.

"The planet seemed barren even though there was supposed to be organic life on it. It was...pretty, or so we thought at the time. That thought didn't last long when we ran into some of the organics on the planet, giant spiders." Blackarachnia shivered and stopped, letting it hang there.

[crackofthunder]

This is already somewhat stunning.

He can't imagine being friends with Optimus Prime. It'd be like somebody saying they used to pal around with Megatron before he decided to conquer the known universe and just liked to hang out and shoot things in the Warrens... not that there WERE any Warren-like slums before Megatron got the bug up his aft to take charge... Primus, it's entirely possible there never WAS a Megatron 'before conquest.' He's got no idea.

Two more appletinis are dropped off at their table, and that arrival keeps him from grilling her about 'friendship with Prime.'

"How giant are we talking?"

[blk_arachnia]

"The mature spiders were nearly as big as we were." she said, grabbing up the new glass the moment it had settled on the table. She took a drink, knowing that she was probably going to need more to get through telling Thundercracker everything

[crackofthunder]

Thundercracker listens carefully - even ignoring his drink for her story, as he knows this will be important to remember in the future.

"I... have questions," he finally says, after that disdainful laugh of hers.

"First... let me see if I have your 'download' ability right. You can, what, send yourself into the body of another being remotely? And organic giant spiders were able to somehow turn your signal back on itself and rewrite your cellular structure?"

[blk_arachnia]

"Kind of, I don't go into the other being so much as borrow their power. I'm still separate from them. I suppose that's what happened when combined with the poison they had injected into my system." she replied with a slight nod.

[crackofthunder]

He rubs his chin a bit.

"It's hard to fathom anything organic that could do something like that, but... there are weirder things in the universe, I guess, than... giant spider-mech mutants."

If he had a better understanding of science, maybe he'd feel less weird about it.

"So. Uh... I'm curious as to how you completely switched belief structures and principles because of one time Optimus Prime trusted his equipment and didn't go the extra mile for you, after a long history of saving your aft on a regular basis. How did one mech's glitch-mistake make you believe in the manifest destiny of Cybertronian life? Or is this part of your Insecticon-style independence - you work with the Decepticons only so long as it suits your purposes of killing Prime?"

[blk_arachnia]

"I don't understand it much better than you do and it happened to me. Everything I have read doesn't help it make anymore sense. Meltdowns notes helped me figure out how to get rid of my organic half but..." she sighed and trailed off.

For a moment she frowned then she let out a soft laugh at his question. "Trust. It's about trust. My trust in my friend and the Autobots was broken. With the Decepticons there is no trust, never to begin with and never will be. Nothing for them to betray." she replied with a nod. "I don't care for the faction just as long as I get my revenge and return myself to a completely inorganic form."

She blinked then realized what she had said. Okay maybe the alcohol was a bad idea.

[crackofthunder]

If that was a dangerous admission, Thundercracker certainly doesn't react that way. He just nods, as if that was a perfectly reasonable thing to say.

"You don't think Optimus has beaten himself up over that glitch since the minute he found out you were alive? I've met some Autobots in my time, you know. They're really into guilt and agonizing over their mistakes. Even Megatron says he has an overdeveloped sense of honor. Primus, he'd probably turn a gun on himself if you asked him to, if everything they say about him is even half true."

[blk_arachnia]

Blackarachnia sighed and lowered her head. "He has. He thinks I can be saved. Slag, he's saved me several times probably thinking it will change my mind and make up for the past."

She cringed as she thought about it and the feeling she was feeling. Guilt? Regret? She wasn't sure, she'd learned to ignore it in the past but right then it was worse than usual.