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In the undersea Decepticon base known as Terradessa-1, room C-136 lies empty and still, like many other rooms along this corridor. The whole of the base is more deserted than inhabited, and this room, like it's neighbor C-135, though technically assigned, usually stands empty
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"Wasn't exactly posted to the Nemesis because I was that good," Duskwing says, scowling. There's embarrassment shading his voice, and he doesn't meet Blackstar's gaze.
"The Autobots launched before everything was quite ready, see, so Megatron had to grab whoever was available to fill out the crew, right then," he says. "That was one crazy-aft launch--they hadda pump fuel and run supplies in and finish bolting parts on and get troops on board all at once, stuff you don't do 'cause it ain't slaggin' safe, but there wasn't no time to do it right, 'cause Prime had already launched the Ark ( ... )
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“Ah, no sir. I haven’t.” Ahh, always the polite nobody grunt to a superior officer, “I’m just asking the Commander if he needs my help in some way. There’s someone here needing it, I know.” He smiled a bit bashfully, looking every bit the factory fresh kid he was. “I guess I am kinda lost, sir. Nobody ever gives me directions.”
As he kept saying, he was just winging it.
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Echoshift chuckles, amused at the novelty of being addressed as 'sir'. Truth be told his control over the Undersea Base is more of a de facto thing than being due to an official rank, but most people had seemed pretty happy to play along after he claimed the empty (at the time) base for himself anyway. Besides, he reasoned, Finders Keepers and all that. The place is his now, and that was that.
He mulls over Jet's answer, and hazards a guess that the other is referring to Starscream. Ghost Seekers, he'd noticed, always called Starscream their Commander -- Air Commander of the Dead; Cyclonus commanded the Living -- and there was no mistaking this one's semi-transparency. Funny how things like this simply made sense to him nowadays. He would've spent ages trying to figure out what everyone else was talking about before.
I've been hanging around with the undead too much, he muses to himself before speaking out loud. "Well for once you might actually be in luck. I reckon I know this ( ... )
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// Your presence is... fitting. Join us. There's a lost spark who needs guidance--and I may need a guide back, after we show him the way. There's someone I need to talk to. //
"Blackstar, could you get the door and wave Jet in? He's a bit shy about just barging in on his seniors."
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Jet pointed out compartment C-136 to Echoshift, “There, sir. Commander Starscream and the others are waiting for me.” The guardian spirit began to walk towards the cabin, crimson gaze fixed on the door with a very quiet sort of intensity. There. Yes, there. The Decepticon that needed help was in there; he could feel the confirmation singing through him from the Allspark as much as he could from his Commander’s words. The lost spark was weakening, drifting… touched with despair and that flickering quicksilver bright thing called hope.
Yes… this one needed to be shown the way home.
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He looks in the indicated direction and notes the door number. Blackstar's room. Was Blackstar the one who needed help? He'd better not have gotten himself into another mess again. And 'others'? What, were they were having a Ghost Party in there or something?
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The door slides open to reveal an all too familiar grey Eurofighter keeping Jet company in the corridor beyond.
"Jet," Blackstar nods in greeting, waving the ghost over before adding, "Shifter."
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"I'd invite you to join us, Echoshift, but it's not that time just yet," Starscream says with a sinister chuckle.
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“Hello, sir, I’m Jet.” He addressed the other spirit directly. Well, that answered Duskwing’s question about who this new ghost was.
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"I'm not even sure I want to know what you're all up to in there. Just don't go blowing the doors off or letting the ocean in or whatever, okay?"
He steps back out of the doorway so the door can close, leaving them to whatever they were doing while he goes back to his own quarters. "Have fun, or something."
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"Why'd he say that?" Duskwing asks no one in particular. "Sheesh, I ain't Snowcat or Demolishor, I know how to open doors if I want to."
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Starscream knows very well that only the dead and those ready to join them are ever comfortable around the gathered dead... and Echoshift is neither.
"Jet, this is Duskwing. He flew on the Nemesis with Megatron and I; a few years back, he started a fight with the wrong Decepticon, a fight the other finished very quickly--too quickly. Duskwing didn't realize he was dead for twenty years." Starscream looks at Duskwing. "That about right?"
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"It ain't important. They're telling me that what's makin' me feel so outta place is 'cause I ain't gone on to the Allspark." His voice catches, and recovers. Duskwing fights to hide it, but he's afraid, like a mech facing his own execution.
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Didn’t realise he was dead? For twenty years? Now Jet didn’t have that great a handle on Terran measurements of time, considering this was pretty much his first trip to Earth and he really hadn’t been exposed to such concepts as years, and minutes, and days… but wow, it sounded like a really long time ( ... )
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"Boss, Blackstar, 'scuse me a minute. I wanna talk to this kid private-like." Duskwing says. With that, he grabs Jet's arm (if Jet's cooperating), and tows him off to his own compartment just across the hall.
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