Reap the Whirlwind [open, WTP, prompt response]

[karanseraph]

[ooc: Massively backdated to a time it was still winter, cold and snowy, because Slipstream wasn't ICly away for very long, just her mun.]

TFA Slipstream

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[hunter_for_hire]

TFA Lockdown

Engaged in his usual puttering about the Death's Head (usual in the Nexus being editing wildlife footage and fussing with Critter!Cams) Lockdown is pulled abruptly from his mundane tasks as his spark flares with an unexpected rush of cybadrenaline. He jolts his attention to the main screen, where he vigilantly keeps a video feed of the turbine farm in view.

A wave of worry crashes over him as he just catches the toppling of a tower. He knows Slipstream does regular walk and fly-throughs of the farm. He wastes no time activating his comm.]

//The frag's happenin' out there!? You hurt?\\

[karanseraph]

Slipstream receives the comm as she's initiating a system diagnostic.

//That was fast\\ She grouches over the comm.

Figures one bonded to her very shard might sense - well, not fear, obviously. She's not the coward. An understandably strong state of alertness when in proximity to an explosion.

//I get caught in a transwarp implosion once and bots get the idea I can't manage to dodge some small debris.\\ No, not mentioning the fact the hunter ever caught her. She totally let him. It's more like she caught him.

//You slaggin spying on me like one of your critters?!?\\

[hunter_for_hire]

Reminding him of the transwarp accident does NOT help his level of concern in the moment.

//Don't you fraggin' sass me when I'm worryin' about ya! Ain't no harm in "spyin'" on you given your past record.\\

[karanseraph]

//Please! You eat-up the sass like energon goodies!\\

It's irritating the worry and concern. Just because she has come to admit she loves somebot, that doesn't mean she really likes being the object of worry. Like some...

//I'm not some fraggin damsel in some slaggin distress!\\

Slipstream steadies herself and surveys the turbine farm for collateral damage.

//Maybe I appreciate your gentlemech ways in other circumstances, but that's no reason to keep me under surveillance!\\

Not that she can really complain that the mech might like to watch; she is as beautiful as she is lethal.

[hunter_for_hire]

Her irritation is bleeding through the bond, bolstering his quickly rising temper which has replaced his worry. There's clearly no need for concern if she's well enough to rant at him.

//Got every reason to keep ya under watch if yer Primus-damned towers are fallin' down around ya!\\

[karanseraph]

//There's nothing wrong with the towers!\\ She's quick to defend the tech. Then it strikes her, Lockdown so obviously has her under surveillance, if he knows. She starts to calculate possible locations for surveillance devices.

She huffs. //Everything's within operating parameters.\\ Of course she's purposely not activated any failsafes that might prevent such accidents, given she's more interested in generating energy than in general safety.

[hunter_for_hire]

//Find that hard to believe, darlin', unless they're designed to BUST APART haphazardly!\\

He takes a deep intake, pacing a few times in front of the ship's console. A lover's spat, as much as he get's off on 'em on occasion, wasn't going to help her situation any.

//I'm comin' over. Don't care what your opinion on the matter is either. I can help patch things up.\\

[karanseraph]

//Do as you like.\\ It's not a happy, pleasant offer, but she does mean her words. Stubborn mech doesn't understand her plans...but it is true he's good with machines. She can always make use of him.

Slipstream continues her survey. It looks like number 24 is on fire...and there seems to be some other damage.