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[soldierbee]

[Even though the post is text, one can hear excited robotic-sounding trills and baby babble in the background; maybe Kevas' voice occasionally.]

Sam, Mikaela- I'm a Creator! Sort of.

[Locked to Frenzy/Unhackable]

Can I ask you something?

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[shadow_blast]

[The word 'Creator' catches her interest.]

Oh, you have one of those strange hatchlings? And you call yourself a 'Creator'? That's kinda similar to the way dragons are born back home, with the Elders summoning energy every generation for the eggs. I suppose they 'create', too.

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[soldierbee]

My species is inorganic, so to say we're "born" would be really misleading. It's basically the same thing, though.

That's how your species procreates, too?

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[shadow_blast]

Dragons don't come from a mother and a father, though adults tend to take eggs and raise them as their own. Only the Elders can summon enough energy every so many years. Usually about every century or so, though only a small percent manage to survive.

[It's sort of nice to be able to talk to someone without having to stop and explain that she is a dragon beforehand. Most humans just get confused.]

In-or-gan-ic, huh? What are you, then?

And I apologize for swithing back to audio constantly, my claws are not suited to typing such small buttons.

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[soldierbee]

Don't worry about it; I use text because it's most convenient for me, too. And I'm Cybertronian- ...a robot from space, to put it simply.

Though, if you don't mind me asking...why don't many of your Younglings survive?

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[shadow_blast]

A... robot? Wow. Fairies are supposed to be the only ones with any kind of mechanical things, let alone another sentient being.

I'm... not sure. It could be that there's never enough energy for all to survive. All I know is that there are less than fifty dragons back home, with only two young ones, including myself.

Of course, he still thinks he's part dragonfly, so I'm not sure if the purple, so-called 'hero' counts as one.

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[soldierbee]

[Bumblebee considers that very sad, but doesn't say so in fear of offending her. Most of the Earth folklore he'd reviewed had stated that dragons were proud creatures, and though it was painfully obvious that this dragon and Earth's myths weren't the same, he didn't want to take the chance.]

Part...dragonfly? ...isn't there a bit of a size difference there?

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[shadow_blast]

[The fact that there were so few dragons remaining in her realm actually didn't bother her much at all. She'd spent most of her life as a servant of the Dark Dragon, and it was only in the last few weeks back home that she managed to spend some time with someone her own age.]

Oh, wait. Dragonflies from the Fairy Realms are a little bigger and can speak, too. Speak a little too much in fact.

Spyro's egg was lost in one of the great forests and taken care of by a dragonfly family. It wasn't until he actually breathed fire that he realized he was a dragon. And he's supposed to be the legendary "hero". Bah.

And, ah... Are there more 'Cybertronians' where you come from?

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[soldierbee]

Heroes can emerge from both great and humble beginnings; it's not so hard to believe. [Here he's thinking of both Optimus and Sam.]

A few of us; our home world isn't very...habitable right now, so we're something of a tribe of nomads at the moment.

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[shadow_blast]

Yeah, yeah, I already got that speech from the Elders. [Cynder then lets out a soft laugh to show she's only teasing. She's seen enough of Spyro's deeds to know his true strength.]

There are actually quite a few similarities between us after all. Oh! THat reminds me, I haven't introduced myself. I'm Cynder.

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[soldierbee]

Just what I'd been thinking.

Nice to meet you Cynder; my designation's Bumblebee.