[Vortex is pleased. Not only does he have rust sticks, oil cake, high grade and a data pad full of games and stuff to read (all thanks to
Fireflight, who promised to break him out if Cyclonus forgot about him), he also has a team mate too
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[When Cyclonus leaves him alone, he lies down on the berth and rubs his forehead again.
He tries to relax and changes the setting of his sensor net that it receives most of the input from his memory files. Skipping through his memory bank, he chooses a boring space flight.
The view of his HUD becomes dark before the image of space builds up. Due to the new alignment, the intense cold and stress of vacuum spread over his frame and he sighs in contentment. There is still the distant feeling of lying on a berth, and it’s still far from the real feeling of space, but it helps with the aching processor and it is better than the view of the plain walls of his brig.
Hopefully, he can recharge a few more joors…]
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Hey sexy copter
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Hey, hot stuff.
[He sits on the floor, facing the bars, a half-empty cube of high grade in his hands]
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Mind some company?
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[He grins] Long as that company's hot.
[He wonders whether Blast Off is awake. Last thing he heard from his team mate's cell sounded like the shuttle going into recharge]
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//Hey, it's you. And you're not dead. I take it Scorponok patched you up.//
[He sips at his high grade, chews on his oil cake, and ponders how awesome it is that Autobots are willing to bring him stuff]
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//Heh.//
[He stops himself from making a comment about how easily he thinks Sinnertwin should go down, as he's not sure how inuendo works where the Terrorcon comes from]
//Good.
//So, you wanna tell me all about this version of me from your universe?//
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//Better than being everyone's enemy.//
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[He gives Bee an appraising look]
//Do you actually want to be enemies?//
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*looks at the con*
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