⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏. ⠀

"I'm not allowed to make anything that could blow up more than a city block sadly." "Last time I tried something bigger I took a chunk out of base."

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄@logicpersonified.bsky.social · last yr.

"Bombs? I'd imagine with a decent power. No point in making weak explosives"

". . ." He chuckles. "I'll see you then." And off he goes...

Scrapper pulls out small device out of his back compartment. "I make bombs for fun."

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄@logicpersonified.bsky.social · last yr.

Mhmm. I'm listening.

doyouwannatalkaboutbuildingthingsandstuff?

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄@logicpersonified.bsky.social · last yr.

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"Don't die, someone will have to burry you and it'll be a whole thing." He chuckles. "Also I think I'd miss you." He stands. "I suppose I'll be on my way then-"

"I think I hate yo-" Forward he goes! It seems those wobbly legs went ahead and buckled under him! He catches himself on her frame, helm nearly crashing into hers as his servos rest on Moonie's shoulders.

"I won't tell them a thing, and when they do start asking about you I'll go ahead and volunteer to search." "Maybe we could use that time to hang out."

". . ." Huh. So turns out, if Scrapper blushes a bunch, it shows through his mask! His servo falls to his side at the top of his mask becomes a sea of blue!

"Slipstream- I think-" "Hm-" "I can't advise you on this. I've been at war for far too long and the memory of what was before is blurry." "All I know is that whatever you end up doing, you'll be great at it."

"Wherever your job takes you." "If you aren't going to fight for the cause anymore, then there should be no reason to travel as you please."

"Slipstream, no." "I'm not doing this. No one even knows I'm here, except Bonecrusher but he won't snitch." "Whatever you're trying to get me to do, I won't do it." "I am GOING to stay here, with you, and be here while you recover."

". . ." He draws his sidearm once more, pressing back onto her damaged chest slowly. "This is not how this has to happen."

"What are you saying?" He pulls away ever so slightly, a slight hint of fear in his voice. "You talking like you're about to tell me something I don't want to hear."

He raises a servo to her own. "Please? Please let go?" Maybe pleading will work! Full 180! He's begging! He can't take much more of this!

"I've been hurt before. How exactly do you think one becomes a combiner? But that's besides the point." "I'm willing to risk it for a friend." "I put a special worth on those kind of bots."

"I didn't want you to see this before." "We're friends now, so I'm going to treat you like one." "Also I prefer this over holding servos."

". . ." He takes not her servo, but her wrist. Scrapper bends over and places her servo over the side of his masked helm. "I like having friends."

"I'm not Megatron and I'm certainly not Starscream." "I was never going to do it, I just wanted you to talk." "Believe it or not, there is a part of me that cares if you die or not. You were nice to me, and I can't just forget that."

". . ." He puts his gun back to his side. "Then you I'm not required to kill you on sight." "Lower your weapon, I'm not going to hurt you."

"You are a traitor. Traitors get killed. That is how it is, that is how it always WILL BE." "But that doesn't mean I want to." "Tell me Slipstream, and PLEASE tell me you aren't." "Are you an Autobot now?"

"We are fighting to end the Autobot resistance and ensure Decepticon rule on Cybertron, along with it's colonies." "You are a traitor, aren't you? You've defected. It's law that we kill such bots."

"Get your servo off of me!" He said as he did nothing to stop it. His "cheek" wasn't exactly soft, being covered in a mask and all. She MAY be able to convince him to retract his mask, but it wouldn't be too easy.

"Yeah, you'll have plenty of time to rest." Scrapper quickly draws his sidearm and presses it to Slip's chest. "In the Well of All Sparks." "Do you take me for a fool, Slipstream?"

Even IF SOMEHOW her story is right and she was telling the truth, something just isn't adding up.... It did seem strange earlier that put focus on her emblem.... Wait- There's no way that- "You better do better, or Megatron will have your aft for it."

Things aren't adding up. If she were SHOT down, there'd be more damage than just to her chest. If it were some sort of machine failure, the injury would be somewhere else. Which only leaves one option, she's lying. "I'm not even gloating. I'm TELLING you that you need to do better for your sake."

". . ." "You....crashed?" Bullshit. "How the hell'd you pull that off? I though you were trying to climb the ranks! You can't afford **** ups like this." "Or do you not want that anymore?"

"Word spreads fast these days, especially when an elite soilder is hospitilized." His expression is as unreadable as ever, being covered up. "Tell me about this 'accident' you were in."

Scrapper walks right into her room, bumping purposefully into a nurse on the way in. "The **** happened to you?" He stands over her, voice sounding unamused. But it's- it's strange. Why is HE here out of all mechs?