Slipstream was lurking about this part of the Nexus on foot. She carried no particular gear or equipment that would indicate her personal agenda. The spinning movement and transformation drew her attention, and she looked down, perhaps jaded, at the distraught bot.
"Pretty upset about a little spin-out, aren't ya?"
Topspin lifted his head to peer at the newcomer with dimmed optics.
After all the time he'd spent in the Nexus, he'd rarely run across them despite that very first fight with the weird looking Swindle (whom he never even saw). Figures a Decepticon would choose now to bother him.
"Go away, Seeker. Before I carve holes in those wings of yours."
Slipstream glared; she did not need to hear about anyone carving holes in any part of her. She'd suffered through regeneration twice now.
"I like how the threats play right into the so-called 'propaganda' about how oppressive Autobots are. Truly. Brilliant strategy naming the wings as a target straight-off. That implies some kind of forethought to the verbal assault. None too creative, though. Wings are kinda obvious."
No way was she complying with a command to leave, until she felt like it. He wasn't in her chain-of-command.
Slipstream looked down at the...hover skiff type craft. She got the whole 'alone with one's pain' thing. She'd seen enough of it recently. Gods She Didn't believe In, this place never lacked for drama!
She pursed her lips in a pout then spoke. "Didn't so much as get upset about spinning-out as you spun-out because you were upset. I get it. Soldiers got emotions, right? Just gotta not let them affect you. Should take care of that. Go make a journal entry or talk to some buddies."
Not that she believed in taking such advice herself, but it was someone's strategy. A strategy was better than none...usually.
Advice. From a Decepticon. The very thought of it should have him rolling around on the ground, pointing and laughing (and probably earning him a shot in the aft).
As it was he simply sighed and rubbed the back of his helm.
"Usually don't let it bother me. It's a little different when it's staring you in the faceplates day in and out."
Slipstream vocalized a low, staticy scoff. "Tell me about it!"
She didn't literally mean she had an interest in the bot's feelings, but it was a figure of speak she was familiar with that meant as much as 'I hear you, brother.'
There were some memories she could shift to the background processes of her CPU, but others that disturbed her recharge cycle on a regular basis. Kinda hard not to remember when one of your enemies was yourself.
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Slipstream definitely wasn't one to be straightforward about her feelings or plans, but diversionary tactics she could handle.
"The heels are specifically designed for walking...as a secondary function." She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, wagging her hips to compensate. "Maybe I'm not trying to run into any cloaked ships, today." She sneered, realizing that in hiding one motive, she was coincidentally drawing attention to another.
"And what brings you driving erratically around here? You know the bots in the lab, or the garden or something?"
Topspin studied each pede as she lifted it, noting the construction of the thrusters in particular. It was almost second nature; being a medic for so long had ingrained him with an interest in the make of other bots (in case he ever had to repair said bots).
He did quirk a small smile at her question and he jerked a thumb back in the direction of the lab. "I actually live with the nerds and the old mech. Was headed back."
Slipstream smirked a bit as she glanced toward the lab. She had no idea if anyone there had resources she could use.
"I'm acquainted with some of the Perceptors; haven't seen them in a while though." No telling if they had disappeared or were just out collecting samples, such was the way of things, here. "Do you have programming in a scientific field?"
"That makes two of us, Birdy." He hadn't seen his Perceptor for a while, or Ironfist...and he was worried about them.
"No-oo. Primary function before the war was map-making. After the war started it was shooting anyone stupid enough to shoot at me. Ended up impromptu medical officer for my team."
"Don't-" Nicknames she got, but this bot was not familiar enough for her to tolerate it, especially not a nickname like that. "My designation is Slipstream," She said. glaring angrily. She'd give her rank, but they didn't even have a functioning chain-of-command here, not that Autobots were impressed by military rank unless one made Prime.
"Map-making's geography, not geology." She mused. They'd had a geologist, once. It was funny sometimes how many medi-bots Autobots had...across universes. Like they kept managing to get in someone's line of fire and needed constant repair. "No shortage of work for medics here."
"We might say I'm more into how things flow: fluid dynamics, information technology." She'd like to learn more chemistry, beyond the inherited bomb-making data. It wasn't like the bombs had worked very well.
Topspin smirked up at the Seeker; so nicknames ruffled her feathers. He'd file that knowledge away for later, just incase. "Th' name's Topspin."
"Yeah, it's geography...well, cartography. Contours. Elevation calculation and slag-what. I didn't say I had any background in science, now did I?"
Oh true, he had picked up various tidbits of knowledge from so long spent with the other Wreckers. He knew more about geology than he'd ever admit, thanks to 'Twist. And he knew what accelerants and elements made the biggest booms.
"Eh, not sure how much help I'd be around a med-bay" he shrugged. "I'm not exactly a licensed medic." RatchetActual medics sometimes frowned upon his methods.
"Topspin." She filed the designation, and almost commented on its fitting nature, but in her experience, Cybertronian names were. She would have only stated the obvious.
"Didn't say you had special training, but even elite air warriors can have their secondary function. I'm sure other bots can somehow manage to pickup secondary skills of tertiary functions."
Slipstream lifted her left arm and stared down at her own gauntlet, needing to assure herself it really was regenerated. The one who sliced it up had not exactly been a licensed medic. That made three of them.
She trilled weak laughter, suddenly. "I'm no medi-bot, but I re-attatched a bot's head once." Not her fault it came off again later.
The Wrecker merely shrugged his shoulders. "I knew enough not to get me killed." Well, up until that last mission anyway. "You're in close quarters with a 'bot for long enough and you pick up things."
He watched as the Seeker scrutinized her arm. He was about to ask when she started to laugh.
He smirked at that. "Not bad." Usually if a bot lost its head around them it was in too many pieces to stick back together. "My arm got blown off once during a fight. I 'borrowed' one off some poor slagger so I could finish patching up my CO."
"Pretty upset about a little spin-out, aren't ya?"
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After all the time he'd spent in the Nexus, he'd rarely run across them despite that very first fight with the weird looking Swindle (whom he never even saw). Figures a Decepticon would choose now to bother him.
"Go away, Seeker. Before I carve holes in those wings of yours."
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"I like how the threats play right into the so-called 'propaganda' about how oppressive Autobots are. Truly. Brilliant strategy naming the wings as a target straight-off. That implies some kind of forethought to the verbal assault. None too creative, though. Wings are kinda obvious."
No way was she complying with a command to leave, until she felt like it. He wasn't in her chain-of-command.
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"Seriously," he quipped, waving a hand at her. "Go away."
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She pursed her lips in a pout then spoke. "Didn't so much as get upset about spinning-out as you spun-out because you were upset. I get it. Soldiers got emotions, right? Just gotta not let them affect you. Should take care of that. Go make a journal entry or talk to some buddies."
Not that she believed in taking such advice herself, but it was someone's strategy. A strategy was better than none...usually.
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As it was he simply sighed and rubbed the back of his helm.
"Usually don't let it bother me. It's a little different when it's staring you in the faceplates day in and out."
Or, technically, the spark. Whatever.
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She didn't literally mean she had an interest in the bot's feelings, but it was a figure of speak she was familiar with that meant as much as 'I hear you, brother.'
There were some memories she could shift to the background processes of her CPU, but others that disturbed her recharge cycle on a regular basis. Kinda hard not to remember when one of your enemies was yourself.
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"So what's a Seeker doin' walking around on the ground. I always thought thrustered heels weren't meant for walking any sort of distance."
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"The heels are specifically designed for walking...as a secondary function." She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, wagging her hips to compensate. "Maybe I'm not trying to run into any cloaked ships, today." She sneered, realizing that in hiding one motive, she was coincidentally drawing attention to another.
"And what brings you driving erratically around here? You know the bots in the lab, or the garden or something?"
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He did quirk a small smile at her question and he jerked a thumb back in the direction of the lab. "I actually live with the nerds and the old mech. Was headed back."
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"I'm acquainted with some of the Perceptors; haven't seen them in a while though." No telling if they had disappeared or were just out collecting samples, such was the way of things, here. "Do you have programming in a scientific field?"
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"No-oo. Primary function before the war was map-making. After the war started it was shooting anyone stupid enough to shoot at me. Ended up impromptu medical officer for my team."
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"Map-making's geography, not geology." She mused. They'd had a geologist, once. It was funny sometimes how many medi-bots Autobots had...across universes. Like they kept managing to get in someone's line of fire and needed constant repair. "No shortage of work for medics here."
"We might say I'm more into how things flow: fluid dynamics, information technology." She'd like to learn more chemistry, beyond the inherited bomb-making data. It wasn't like the bombs had worked very well.
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"Yeah, it's geography...well, cartography. Contours. Elevation calculation and slag-what. I didn't say I had any background in science, now did I?"
Oh true, he had picked up various tidbits of knowledge from so long spent with the other Wreckers. He knew more about geology than he'd ever admit, thanks to 'Twist. And he knew what accelerants and elements made the biggest booms.
"Eh, not sure how much help I'd be around a med-bay" he shrugged. "I'm not exactly a licensed medic." RatchetActual medics sometimes frowned upon his methods.
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"Didn't say you had special training, but even elite air warriors can have their secondary function. I'm sure other bots can somehow manage to pickup secondary skills of tertiary functions."
Slipstream lifted her left arm and stared down at her own gauntlet, needing to assure herself it really was regenerated. The one who sliced it up had not exactly been a licensed medic. That made three of them.
She trilled weak laughter, suddenly. "I'm no medi-bot, but I re-attatched a bot's head once." Not her fault it came off again later.
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He watched as the Seeker scrutinized her arm. He was about to ask when she started to laugh.
He smirked at that. "Not bad." Usually if a bot lost its head around them it was in too many pieces to stick back together. "My arm got blown off once during a fight. I 'borrowed' one off some poor slagger so I could finish patching up my CO."
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