Perceptor appears in the Nexus with the swish and slight flash of a PINpoint, and then immediately looks down at the two tiny beings in his arms, who are responding to the teleport with a flurry of excited cheeping and limb flailing
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This Swindle is busy poking some information in a datapad as he walks by, and curiousity gets the better of him. "You look familiar," Swindle says, then grins at the two little ones.
"Swindle!" The red mech startles slightly, but offers his own free hand as the babies calm and watch the interaction with interest. "Ah... quite a different construction from the Swindle of my own past acquaintance. I quite didn't recognize you. Er...."
"It is quite alright," Swindle says, "Different realities sometimes do have different construction. From your first reaction, I take it you own Swindle is not on the friendly side?"
"Ah, no. I would have to say he was decidedly on the hostile side during the few times we had interaction. Though I understand that since the truce and subsequent alliance between the factions he's settled down most peacefully and gone into a most prosperous business venture."
He pauses and looks down at a peep from one of the babies. "What is it, Shiloh? Oh, mercy me. How rude of me."
"Are they dragons?" Swindle asks, waving his fingers at the little ones, then smiles, "I work with my reality's Perceptor on inter-reality studies. Blitzwing does most of the field work, however."
"They're Meredronians. Priyasha is an infant female, and Shiloh is a male." Perceptor watches his little ones wriggle and peep excitedly. "They do closely resemble the draconian creatures of old Earth mythology, which leads me to consider if perhaps a family might have once nested there some time before recorded human history. However most Meredronians do not exhale flame, so I am still at a loss as to how that part of the mythos became so deep rooted."
This Swindle is busy poking some information in a datapad as he walks by, and curiousity gets the better of him. "You look familiar," Swindle says, then grins at the two little ones.
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He pauses and looks down at a peep from one of the babies. "What is it, Shiloh? Oh, mercy me. How rude of me."
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Little peeps sound in response to the names, and little heads bob as wide golden eyes watch the Decepticon.
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