[Despite the the situation, the jet's voice is most welcome. Even if he is from a gestalt and Swindle doesn't want to think about gestalts. Because - well - it's Fireflight! And its different with them. Besides, there's always this comforting dimension to the Aerialbot.]
[But as for the stuff .....]
// Flight, hey! \\ [But his voice is a little 'ragged,'] // Er - what stuff? \\
[Yet the thought of a gestalt - any gestalt - has turned Swindle's processor again to a worried analysis of whether things are going to be all right. So he sounds very distracted.]
//Oh - uh - that stuff. Yeah - no problem, Flight. I'm on it! \\
Good science took time. Even with all the information he had Perceptor still had to move slowly, picking apart each piece of data in order to figure out exactly what he was looking for. It wasn't what Swindle had been hoping for but hopefully the con would see it as a good thing anyway.
Swindle stopped in his tracks, taking a few moments to process the identity of the voice and then marvelling at the way the universe sometimes worked. As surely this was more than mere coincidence.
But was the scientist going to tell him something awful. That he did not want to hear? A sickening lurch went through his systems.
Yet, whatever he was calling to tell him, Swindle had to hear it, he knew that.
Activating the com, he said nervously: // Yeah - uh - Swindle here! \\
//Greetings, this is Perceptor. My apologies for my delay in getting back to you but it took some time to process all of the data I had collected. I found out something most intriguing that I think will please you.\\
Looking back over the data as he spoke, Perceptor tapped the datapad, highlighting a few images for his own reference.
//It seems as though it is very possible for you to form another bond should you desire to.\\
Had he even asked the scientist that? He had so much going on in his processor, that he could not remember. He supposed he must have. What else did he tell him? he thought, alarmed suddenly.
And hey - this wasn't necessarily good news. This was an Autobot. Whatever else may be happening in his life, Swindle had not forgotten that. And what was 'pleasing news' for the an Autobot may not necessarily be so for him!
So when he answered, his was voice still wavery: // Uh - is that so? \\
Unaware of what his double was up to at the moment, Swindle was having some heavy thoughts of his own. Ever since they both admitted that they liked the idea of a bond, his processor had been working overtime. Did he really want that? Did he really want to be tied down? Would they be able to make it work with the whole gestalt thing? Would it, in a round about way, rope him into the gestalt as well
( ... )
Swindle was on his way again, his processor still a mixture of intense elation and the most extreme nerves. A whole new range of doubts invaded his procesor. "What if it doesn't work? What if our systems are incompatible? What if the scientist's wrong? what if he lied to me. He is an Autobot, after all!"
He continued on, conscious that his intakes were labouring heavily. "What if right in the middle of it I get a "summons" from them. Do I have to suffer the screaming agony of breaking one bond to run to another or do I have to take him along for the ride?"
Swindle shuddered. It didn't even really bear thinking about. Then he slowed, as an even worse idea ocurred to him: "What if Swindle's changed his mind. What if he doesn't want to do this any more."And somehow that was worse than all the rest put together and Swindle came to a halt, bending over and clutching at his chest as his spark lurched, aching
( ... )
//I'm in the back chamber...are you alright?\\ Unable to help it, the words spilled out before he could stop them, Swindle's optics flickering towards the door. The other sounded like he was in pain or something and it made the con's spark twist a bit.
//Are you hurt?\\ Immediately his thoughts went to his lover's gestalt. //Did someone stop by?\\ There was a tinge of anger in his words. If Vortex had done something...
Swindle propped himself against the cave wall. His lover's voice cut into his spark and simultaneously sent waves of energy scintillating through all his circuits. For a moment, the universe swirled and he shuttered his optics, unable to think of anything but Swindle and 'Primus I want you so much ... '
But at the mention of somebody 'stopping by,' fear swept through him again, the doubts cascading in a stream once more.
"He doesn't trust me. He's changed his mind!"
"Well maybe I should back out of this first - before he tells me that. It probably won't work anyway ... I must take control ..."
Desire and an instinctive need for self preservation - cultivated carefully from aeons with his gestalt partners - warred within Swindle. He recovered himself: // No I'm not hurt. He said, And nobody came by. I'm - uh ...
There was a pause, and then he said, shakily, // Look, if you don't want to go through with .... what we talked about .... I understand ...
But his spark wrenched then, because it was sooo not what he
( ... )
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//hey swindle, have you found that stuff for me yet?//
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[Despite the the situation, the jet's voice is most welcome. Even if he is from a gestalt and Swindle doesn't want to think about gestalts. Because - well - it's Fireflight! And its different with them. Besides, there's always this comforting dimension to the Aerialbot.]
[But as for the stuff .....]
// Flight, hey! \\ [But his voice is a little 'ragged,'] // Er - what stuff? \\
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[Yet the thought of a gestalt - any gestalt - has turned Swindle's processor again to a worried analysis of whether things are going to be all right. So he sounds very distracted.]
//Oh - uh - that stuff. Yeah - no problem, Flight. I'm on it! \\
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Good science took time. Even with all the information he had Perceptor still had to move slowly, picking apart each piece of data in order to figure out exactly what he was looking for. It wasn't what Swindle had been hoping for but hopefully the con would see it as a good thing anyway.
//Swindle?\\
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Swindle stopped in his tracks, taking a few moments to process the identity of the voice and then marvelling at the way the universe sometimes worked. As surely this was more than mere coincidence.
But was the scientist going to tell him something awful. That he did not want to hear? A sickening lurch went through his systems.
Yet, whatever he was calling to tell him, Swindle had to hear it, he knew that.
Activating the com, he said nervously: // Yeah - uh - Swindle here! \\
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//Greetings, this is Perceptor. My apologies for my delay in getting back to you but it took some time to process all of the data I had collected. I found out something most intriguing that I think will please you.\\
Looking back over the data as he spoke, Perceptor tapped the datapad, highlighting a few images for his own reference.
//It seems as though it is very possible for you to form another bond should you desire to.\\
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Had he even asked the scientist that? He had so much going on in his processor, that he could not remember. He supposed he must have. What else did he tell him? he thought, alarmed suddenly.
And hey - this wasn't necessarily good news. This was an Autobot. Whatever else may be happening in his life, Swindle had not forgotten that. And what was 'pleasing news' for the an Autobot may not necessarily be so for him!
So when he answered, his was voice still wavery: // Uh - is that so? \\
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Unaware of what his double was up to at the moment, Swindle was having some heavy thoughts of his own. Ever since they both admitted that they liked the idea of a bond, his processor had been working overtime. Did he really want that? Did he really want to be tied down? Would they be able to make it work with the whole gestalt thing? Would it, in a round about way, rope him into the gestalt as well ( ... )
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Swindle was on his way again, his processor still a mixture of intense elation and the most extreme nerves. A whole new range of doubts invaded his procesor. "What if it doesn't work? What if our systems are incompatible? What if the scientist's wrong? what if he lied to me. He is an Autobot, after all!"
He continued on, conscious that his intakes were labouring heavily. "What if right in the middle of it I get a "summons" from them. Do I have to suffer the screaming agony of breaking one bond to run to another or do I have to take him along for the ride?"
Swindle shuddered. It didn't even really bear thinking about. Then he slowed, as an even worse idea ocurred to him: "What if Swindle's changed his mind. What if he doesn't want to do this any more."And somehow that was worse than all the rest put together and Swindle came to a halt, bending over and clutching at his chest as his spark lurched, aching ( ... )
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Something..was wrong.
//I'm in the back chamber...are you alright?\\ Unable to help it, the words spilled out before he could stop them, Swindle's optics flickering towards the door. The other sounded like he was in pain or something and it made the con's spark twist a bit.
//Are you hurt?\\ Immediately his thoughts went to his lover's gestalt. //Did someone stop by?\\ There was a tinge of anger in his words. If Vortex had done something...
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Swindle propped himself against the cave wall. His lover's voice cut into his spark and simultaneously sent waves of energy scintillating through all his circuits. For a moment, the universe swirled and he shuttered his optics, unable to think of anything but Swindle and 'Primus I want you so much ... '
But at the mention of somebody 'stopping by,' fear swept through him again, the doubts cascading in a stream once more.
"He doesn't trust me. He's changed his mind!"
"Well maybe I should back out of this first - before he tells me that. It probably won't work anyway ... I must take control ..."
Desire and an instinctive need for self preservation - cultivated carefully from aeons with his gestalt partners - warred within Swindle. He recovered himself: // No I'm not hurt. He said, And nobody came by. I'm - uh ...
There was a pause, and then he said, shakily, // Look, if you don't want to go through with .... what we talked about .... I understand ...
But his spark wrenched then, because it was sooo not what he ( ... )
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