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Red Guardian Morale Hour
Date of Scene: 03 October 2017
Location: Iacon - Central
Synopsis: Autobots gather for half-off drinks. Assurances and arguments abound.
Cast of Characters: Blurr, Rung, Sky Lynx, Swivel, 98, Hyperdrive


Swivel has posed:
     A while ago, management agreed to do a promotional half off drinks for Autobots. With the recent loss of Helex, it was suggested to do half off drinks again for anyone proudly displaying their Autobot Badge - with a generous limit of 5 drinks per customer. The night was decided, flyers and word of mouth used to advertise the event, and extra staff called in for the evening. Finally, that very night had arrived, and the someone stands outside of the Red Guardian, amdist a sizeable outdoor court accessible to very large individuals, announcing the Autobot Special to have officially started, although the bar had been open since midday.

Sky Lynx has posed:
Of course, anyone who thought it was a good idea to offer half off drinks didn't really take the largest possible customer into account. Five drinks? That's like...enough for a sip for the fantastical Sky Lynx. Stepping into the place -which really is more just popping his head through a back entrance that's got a loading door that's large enough for his head to pop in- Lynx settles himself down and looks abotu to see who all has arrived as of yet.

Silverbolt (98) has posed:
    Actually walking through the door Sky Lynx is leaning in, Silverbolt looks up to the mammoth sky-former and smiles. "Hey Sky Lynx. How're ya feeling, Big Guy?" He then heads for the bar. 'Ener-juice please.'

Blurr has posed:
    Who has arrived yet? Well, Blurr has. He's looking...better than the last time Sky Lynx saw him, though still a little bit worse for wear. Definitely trying to conceal that fact as much as he can, though. The speedster waves at Lynx when the larger mech as he enters. "Hey Lynx. I figured I'd see you here." He turns to Silverbolt. "Uhhhh--I forgot your name?"

Sky Lynx has posed:
Sky Lynx hmms? He looks down as Silverbolt walks by him and just...nods. "All is well on my end." He then turns his attention over to Blurr, giving the speedster a nod and a quick once-over, more to satisfy his own curiosity as to whether or not Blurr actually got help or not. Possibly not.

The giant mech again settles himself down now that no one is squeezing by him and debates just what to drink, if anything at all. "I'll have...whatever will work for my size regardless of the promotion that's underway." He nods.

Swivel has posed:
     It's true. The Red Guardian staff had not anticipated someone of Sky Lynx's dimensions. But when his head pops in, one wait staff turns to the other and they whisper briefly, before one heads to the back to speak with the manager briefly. The other approaches Sky Lynx with an uncertain yet attempting to be welcoming smile. "Hello!" When he says his order, he gets a very enthusiastic grin, and the wait staff momentarily glances behind their shoulder at the tender before looking back at Sky Lynx' head. "Good to see you stop in!" There is a pause and the faint sound of static. "We'd hate to see you miss out on our event tonight. So, would it suit you to have a drink of your choice brought to you in a tank? Though the volume would exceed the 5 drinks limit we have for the deal, we'd only charge it as 5 orders of that beverage and apply the discount. Is this acceptable?"

     Silverbolt is only given a momentary look of incredulity, noticeably by an arched eyebrow, before the tender smiles and nods obligingly. "Of course, sir, coming right up." Silverbolt gets his zero proof energon drink.

     Among the Autobots coming to take advantage of this thrifty and patriotic offer, the small form of Swivel can be seen sauntering in, wide-eyed and chipper as is her usual. And not even seeing Blurr, even in his condition, drains the bounce from her step as she heads over to the bar to order the cheapest item on the menu.

Silverbolt (98) has posed:
Silverbolt snerks at BLurr. "Silverbolt." he says before he gets his juice and he sips at it. "At least you're doing okay, Sky Lynx...."

Rung has posed:
Rung did not, repeat, did not want to be here. He had far better things to do, like continuing to wallow in the fact that he had an outburst when he was the 'therapist'. How could he call himself such if he didn't have as strong of a hold on his emotions like he told his patients they neededd to have? He couldn't! But...he still had patients. He had done his best to rearrange those who had witnessed his outburst to someone else, but it seemed his higher ups had noticed and well...now he was ordered to come to this...social and...-interact-. Primus, they'd all look at him like they knew just how fragged up he was. What if someone said something about what he said? What if they bring it up? What if they single him out for his views?

His anxiety had caused him to already have picked a large circle of the paint on his thigh, thank Primus it was just a shade off of his base armor color. But still, it was obvious he was anxious. He was being thrust in a situation that he had even less experience with than the first gathering...

Drinking.

Sky Lynx has posed:
Sky Lynx gives a curt nod at what's discussed to him and considers. "I assure you, I am quite flexible. Whatever the house special is, I will lay myself at the mercy of the bartender's good tastes and experience."

He continues looking about, optics settling on Rung. Well, there's an unexpected sight. He offers a nod of greeting. "Rung! Good to see you again as well." Oh, and there's a Swivel as well.

Blurr has posed:
    "Right, right I knew that." Blurr nods when Silverbolt reminds him. "Sorry I'm just terrible with names. I promise I'll remember next time, Silverbolt." A bartender set his own drink in front him and he peer s into it momentarily before glancing back up at the flyer. "Can I call you Bolt?" Because, it just sounds smoother and is faster to say and to Blurr the faster the better.

    Then Rung is noticed. And the fact that he looks very unhappy is also noticed. "Rung--surprised to see you here." he comments. "Didn't think you were the bar type."

Rung has posed:
The poor mech practically jumped sky high as he was addressed. Why oh why had he been noticed? He was just going to find a nice quiet corner and curl up and drink a nice mug of warm energon and possibly read. Now he had to talk to someone. Oh how he comepletely and utterly lacked proper communication skills. It was always a mess of stutters and confusion before he managed to stumble away. Now though, with so many bots around, it was almost impossible to make it two steps without being achknowledged.

"A-ah...h-hel-" And yet another bot noticed him. Oh yes, how could this lovely, ordered outing get any worse? "I...I'm not, n-not really. I...I just f-figured, h-hey, I...It m-might be e-enlightening to...to s-see how everyone a-acted...n-normally?" Oh my, that sounded pathetic even to his own audios.

Silverbolt (98) has posed:
Silverbolt says, "Neither did I." Silverbolt agrees with Blurr. "You seemed to bristle when you had to actually interact with us....now you're here?" he then shrugs. "Naw. Silverbolt. It's not that hard to say.....and if I know how you are, Blurr...you'll say it pretty fast anyways." He then sips at the enerjuice."

Swivel has posed:
     "House special? Right away!" The polite mech adrressing Sky Lynx' particular needs turns and heads to a staff-only door, giving a thumbs up to one of the other staff on their way. Moments later a large several gallon tank is rolled out, filled with a dimly glowing liquid. The waiter pushes it in front of Sky Lynx, and then they plunk in a length of pipe (don't worry, it's very clean!) to use as an optional straw.

     Swivel noticed Blurr is talking with Silverbolt. She was originally going to ask him how he was feeling, with a VERY weighted, meaningful stare, but decided perhaps this wasn't the time or place. And he seemed already making new (potential) friends. So, drink in both hands, Swivel walks right past Blurr just giving him a casual head-nod in greeting. Swivel sees Sky Lynx' head poked in, and the large tank being brought to him and smiles. She was about to head over when Rung caught her attention. Mostly his stuttering. Swivel glances over at Blurr for a moment with a curious headtilt before looking at Rung. She'd missed the group session, so she lacks the context of the awkwardness. Swivel stands still, deliberating. However, after a moment, Swivel walks over to Rung, peering at him with an open, friendly smile. "Hello Rung. Good to see you out of the office." Even if he is stuttering and looking like he wants to crawl into a tiny hole and die a little.

Blurr has posed:
    "Fine, fine." Blurr chuckles when Silverbolt denies him permission to all him a shortened nickname. But you know he's just going to do it anyway. Maybe not all the time, but it'll come up.

    "Hey," He pats Rung on the back. "No need to feel bad about last time. We're all in this together, okay? No hard feelings. We're a team." he glances at Swivel. "Right?"

Rung has posed:
A little? Oh he certainly felt a lot like he wanted to crawl into a tiny hole and die. This was nothing short of agonizing for the samll mech. Why was it he seemed to draw the most attention when he wanted it the least? It was hard to restrain the desperate whine that threatened to escape, and even more so when he was touched. He didn't mind it, at least, on a normal day when he wasn't currently freaking out internally. But right now, all he wished to do was go home and pretend he was a simple therapist who hadn't had an outburst an-

"...R-really? You...you are not...a-angry at me...or...or upset? You...you don't hate me?" It was silly really, asking such questions, but all his life, 'friends' had been a foriegn concept. Even his first 'friend' had only used him. So now, he was terrified of anyone getting close to him in such a way again.

Silverbolt (98) has posed:
    "Why would we hate you. Slingshot puts his foot in his mouth all the time. Doesn't stop him from being my friend." Silverbolt's blunt, but truthful.

Sky Lynx has posed:
Sky Lynx has a tank of drink! Huzzah! He foregoes the straw and drinks like he's accustomed to drinking, which is just leaning down, dipping that beak in, and sipping. Well, it's not like he can move over to join the crowd. Space is indeed a concern. But that doesn't really keep him from joining in from afar. "Angry? Why in the blazes would we be angry? Or, well, I can mainly speak for myself. I'm not sure what there would be to be angry about, in all honesty. Why? What is your concern?" He peers down at Rung.

Swivel has posed:
     "Right..." Swivel agrees with Blurr, though still sensing she's missing something. Listening further, Swivel's optics blink a few times and she looks between Blurr and Rung, surprise written clearly across her features. "Why would..." Swivel glances over her shoulder at Blurr and Silverbolt, and then over at Sky Lynx. Mental note, thank him for getting the light panel delivered. Ahem. Swivel continues to remain quizzical. "How could anyone hate someone as sweet as you?"

Rung has posed:
"S-sweet?" Oh primus, he could feel his cheeks warm. Did Silverbolt just imply they were friends? And Swivel just called him sweet. And...they all looked genuinely concerned. Did...was it true? Were they really concerned? Was this why they ordered him to the outing? It...made him feel...wanted? "Ah...I...I'm not certain? I...I cannot help but...think so. It's o-of no mat-ter though! We're h-here to...um...w-what exactly?"

Blurr has posed:
    "Pssh! Stop stammering, you're fine." Blurr waves a hand dramatically. "Hate is such a strong word. No, we reserve that for our -actual- enemies. One of which you definitely -aren't-." he shrugs. "You know me Rung...I can get worked up fast when other people disagree with me. But that doesn't make them my enemy. Not always, anyway." He sips at his drink. "Heh, I haven't met Slingshot but something tells me it might not be a pleasant experience."

Silverbolt (98) has posed:
Silverbolt says, "Try some of the ener-juice. Swivel is a great bartender that serves juice as well as the harder stuff, but you don't want to get slag-faced on your first outing, do ya?""

Sky Lynx has posed:
Sky Lynx gives a thoughtful look at the group as they offer Rung various drinks...and just looks back to his own while taking another long sip. "Drink what you'd like, Rung. We are all here to simply partake in one anothers' company and forget, if only for a moment, that outside these doors Cybertron is not as carefree as it is inside these doors."

Swivel has posed:
"Blurr! Ya kinna just tell someone ta stop stammerin'!" Swivel whispers reproachfully. She then smiles pleasantly again, looking over to Rung, adding an aside. "It's best to ignore Blurr 'alf th'toim if ya wanner live a stress-free loif." Swivel looks down at the drink in her hands, and though it'd occupied her hands this whole time she'd almost forgotten about it. Rediscovered bliss! Swivel takes a moment to have a drink. It's... well it certainly does not taste like bliss. It doesn't taste like much, but it's Swivel's and she bought it with her own money so it is still satisfying! "Anyway... I musta missed somethin'.... but it's nonner my business. Just glad wotever misunnerstandin' 'as been cleared roight up..... roight?"

Rung has posed:
"I...I just want a mug of w-warm, sweetened energon." It was becoming a bit easier to relax, though he still picked at the paint on his thigh, and looked around almost frantically, he didn't seem to stutter as much. "I...Really cannot drink it...does not s-settle well on my t-tanks..." He looked around a bit slower, taking in each bot. This was...their family. He was an outsider...Right?

"...I...think? I'm n-not sure if S-Springer feels the s-same...I...Um...I...Ah..." Oops, here came the panic again. What did Springer think of him now? Did he think him a traitor? What if the next time they saw each other, the mech wanted to hurt him? He didn't seem like the type, but you never knew now a days. Even some of the Autobots had been violent towards him.

Sky Lynx has posed:
Sky Lynx takes another drink and listens a bit to Rung. "My friend, just relax. There's nothing that's going to bother you in here in the slightest. Anything that tries to disrupt this evening will have to go through me." He looks at himself occupying the doorway. "Both literally and figuratively, and with that being the case, they would have to drop something the size of a city to get me to even flinch."

Blurr has posed:
    "Don't worry about Springer, he's a good bot." Blurr reassures. "He probably just went and vented in the training simulators then forgot all about it."

    He nods toward one of the bar staff. "Sweetened orion 3 for him, nice and warm. Put it on my tab." He smirks at Swivel. "Hey, I HEARD that." he says teasingly.

Silverbolt (98) has posed:
    "Calm yourself, Rung. And yeah, Springer's a good bot. Just gets a little over his head sometimes."

Swivel has posed:
     "Oh of course ya 'eard me - but you know I only said it with the utmost affection." He can choose to believe that or not, but it is said with equal good-humoured teasing.
     "Springer seems loik a solid, good-umoured fella with 'is 'ead on straight. But I kinna speak for 'im." Swivel smiles and takes another drink. Whatever she is drinking probably would not sit well with Rung's delicate system - as he so described it. But it seems to work fine for her - but despite her small stature she has a robust system. "Springer trains me, yanno. And 'e 'asn't lost 'is temper with me yet. Or 'is patience."

Rung has posed:
"Ah...o-okay..." He nods, shifting once more. He still felt out of place and anxious, but he tried, if not for himself, then for his...'friends'? Yes...he could call them that...maybe?

"I...I do not think I-I can stay long...j-just long enough to f-finish my drink...I...I have some n-notes to go over a-and a few...a few appointments...That and I'm e-extremely tired..." He shifted his gaze to Swivel. "...He...trains...-you-?" Springer, trained someone? Springer actually had the patience to train someone? But...she most likely didn't fight against his views...or...whatever you wished to call what had happened.

Sky Lynx has posed:
Sky Lynx nods casually as he listens to the conversation, but otherwise keeping clear of it. His focus is, in all fairness, on what's happening behind him. It's not often that folks have to walk by some joint with a giant mech half-sticking out of it. But, there it is...and he sort of watches with a slight hint of amusement as some folk seem flabergasted about how to get around without disturbing him. Hmm.

Blurr has posed:
    Blurr laughs and nods at Silverbolt's comment about Springer. "Yeah, that's a bit of an understatement." Plenty of...interesting situations Springer has gotten himself into. Not that Blurr doesn't have his own fair share.

    "Well you really sound like you -need- to take it easy for a while, Rung. Notes can wait."

Swivel has posed:
     Another sip. "Yup. Though Brave Sir Punchy, as I call 'im, got 'is work cut out fer 'im. I'm terrible at fighting. But that's why 'e 'as ta teach me. But even with teachin', I'm still bad at it." another sip. Speaking of teachers, Swivel frowns just a little. And then she glances over at Sky Lynx momentarily, as if, for a moment, formulating a plan. BUt then quickly her attention snaps back to Rung. "An' iffin Springer does 'ave a prollem with you, ye work in such different divisions I dun think you'll 'ave to worry 'bout bumpin' noggins too often anyway. Chin up, Rung. Everyone makes mistakes - jus gotta 'ave a li'l faith in folk that we'll all be able to recognise we're all flawed 'n move on." Wait. Who is counseling who? Of course, she seems a lot more positive here than during their appointments. Swivel glances over at Blurr. "And as fer needin' ta take it easy - fer some folk workin' and takin' notes IS takin' it easy." See how understanding she is?

Rung has posed:
"I...I-I actually...l-like to read...a-and...um..." No he wouldn't divulge the secrete. It would give them fuel to pick on him with. Sure, it was known, but he had decided, once the war broke out, to keep his models to himself. He didn't want them getting broken. "I..I r-really like to read...I...h-had actally planned t-to do so...here...I-I know it's r-rude...but I'm not...I'm not really used to...-social- situations...e-even our group session...w-was a bit of an overwhelming e-experience."

"...OH! T-that's right! Ah...S-Swivel! I...um...w-well Blurr, S-Springer and I...h-had an a-argument...ah...t-that's why I was...s-still am truthfully, w-worried about everyone not l-liking me..."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive arrives later than he was hoping but perhaps he'll think twice before putting an exploding paintball where a superior officer can get to it. So after a shift on guard duty to give him time to think of better ways to spend his time, he's looking to join his friends, if they haven't already left. A stretch, helps realign a couple joints which had been protesting the long hours of standing and doing nothing.

Silverbolt (98) has posed:
Silverbolt sighs, gets up and lightly punches Rung on the shoulder. "Don't blow a circuit, Rung. Be glad it's us, and not Grimlock. He'd yell at you. Us? We'll accept you as you are, flaws and all." And he knows a thing or two about flaws.

He downs the rest of his juice and puts the glass back down. "I'll see you guys later. I hafta get back to the command center." And he starts to walk towards Sky Lynx. "Sky Lynx. When you're able, I need you and Skydive to do an analysis on a possible attack pattern.....

Rung has posed:
"I...o-okay..." The punch, despite being light, still managed to make him stumble, and still hurt, even if just a little. He rubbed the spot, but managed to smile, watching as Silverbolt left...Annnd another bot he didn't know walked in. Oh Primus. He needed to disappear now. Or at least find a spot to relax. He'd end up blowing a fuse at this rate. With that, he slipped away from the group, mug of warm energon in his servos, and found a somewhat quiet spot to sit.

Blurr has posed:
    "Well you wouldn't be the only one to get into an argument with me, Rung." Blurr points out, glancing at Swivel because Primus knows she and him have had -plenty- of those. "And honestly, there are going to be some people who won't like you, that's for sure. It's true of everyone. But you can't let it bother you because it'll never go away. There'll always be -someone-. Even I have people who don't like me." Yeah, a -lot- of people, actually.

    He notices an unfamiliar mech enter then, looked like someone from the Academy. "Evening, cadet." He greets. Maybe Swivel has seen him before?

Swivel has posed:
Swivel bobs her head in agreement. She was about to mention that her and Blurr argue all the time and aren't enemies, but he beat her to it. No surprises there. Swivel smiles at Rung, a little perplexed at how someone as smart as him could require so much soothing and assurance. But there was something endearing in the social awkwardness, almost a sense of vulnerability. And it was that which perhaps made Swivel open up to Rung a lot more than her previous therapist. But shhh! Swivel steps aside and doesn't inflict further social awkwardness upon him, allowing him to safely settle himself into a quiet nook for quiet time.
     "Now then... there's somethin' I..." Swivel doesn't finish her snetnece, instead trailing off in a distracted manner. Mid sentence she also began walking over to Sky Lynx, only to see Silverbolt seeming to discuss something important with him. While Silverbolt did mention he was heading back to command shortly, Swivel didn't want to hover. So instead the femme looks around for something, or someone else, to course-correct to. That happens to be Hyperdrive who, while she doesn't know him very well, she's heard his name yelled more than once when getting caught amidst shenanigans. Swivel offers a friendly smile and wave, a mostly depleted drink in her other hand.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive glances around looking for his friends and not finding them, frowns. However a voice catches his attention and he sees Blurr and offers a grin. "Hey there, looks like my party left without me." He approaches Blurr and glances around. "Name's Hyperdrive...was supposed ta meet my friends here but I apparently got drafted fer guard duty. Guess I'll have ta hang out with them later." Hyperdrive adds a slightly shy grin to Swivel.

Blurr has posed:
    "Who needs them when you've got us?" Blurr replies jokingly, nodding at Swivel. "Hyperdrive, good to meet you." Let'see if he remembers the name two megacycles from now. "I'd introduce myself too but you probably already know who I am." he smirks. And if he doesn't, then he must either be extremely fresh or lived under a rock during the Senate years. Which isn't all -that- unlikely, to be perfectly honest.

Swivel has posed:
     Swivel was going to ask Sky Lynx something, but her resolve was shaken this time. Maybe another time. Perhaps somewhere less public. Yeah. Might as well return to her good friend Blurr. And the new guy. Swivel casually sips her drink. Nope. She didn't just wander off with a look of determination only to turn back around and get nothing accomplished. She was there the whole time.
     "Guard duty, eh? Important job. Better than 'avin to sanitize the washracks." And why would a goodie-good like Swivel have to clean washracks?

Sky Lynx has posed:
Sky Lynx has finally seemed to finish that tub of drink that was served up to him, and he snaps out of the odd, silent daze of thought that he was in. What was he thinking about? Well, it's hard to say, but whatever it was had his mind far from the actual festivities and drinks. He looks about, sort of refocusing his bearings, and gives a nod to the staff. "Thank you for your assistance here...it was fantastic." He then looks at the rest, sort of catching up on what's going on conversation-wise.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive grins a bit, "Well...I wasm't assigned ta guard duty except fer the fact that my commander intercepted a box that was actually fer my friend. Apparently he's not fond of that particular shade of orange...or the fact that the box exploded and pretty much coated him and his gear right before he was supposed ta be in a meetin that was apparently important enough that he couldn't just go and rinse it off and well I was tryin ta make myself scarse and didn't realize that he wouldn't be rinsin it off right away and well now he ended up goin to the meetin despite his nice orange glow and had ta stand there straight faced while everyone else was tryin ta ignore the fact that he looked like he got paintballed by a guardian robot and so he figured how much time I ended up costin him and I ended up servin a shift of a similar nature where I couldn't smile or do anything like when I ended up laughin at him after his meetin when he finally showed up to ask me how to get the paint off." The grin threatens to reappear as he adds, "If he'd gone and rinsed it off immediately, it woulda came RIGHT off."

Blurr has posed:
    "Hah, you should be glad that's all he made you do." Blurr comments. "If it had been me, or even Sky Lynx over there, you might've been in for much worse." He finishes off his own drink, but doesn't leave just yet. "The slag were you getting luminescent orange paint for anyway? Planning a new fashion statement?"

Silverbolt (98) has posed:
    Silverbolt tromps his wayout, transforms and flies back to the command center.

Swivel has posed:
"Oh... so YOU were th'one 'sponsible for that, eh? There was a lotter cacklin' 'bout the orange do." Swivel doesn't bother to hide an impish grin, not seeming to struggle to follow Hyperdrive's long, winding tale of mischief. As she's off duty, she's allowed to be amused since no one was actually hurt. Swivel quickly lifts her drink, finishing off its contents. "Still, there are better ways ta get things moved 'round without riskin' confisca....tion..." It dawns on Swivel she ought to stop talking. Oops. Superior officers all around - even if one of them was Blurr. Hopefully, Sky Lynx didn't hear that. She glances over at the shuttle as if to make sure his attention was otherwise occupied.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive smirks, "It was originally supposed ta explode when my friend opened it. He's the one that says he hates orange so much. So I went and found the most obnoxious shade I could find. It was just bad luck that I looked too suspicious tryin ta get it to his quarters without being seen. Course...somethin could be said fer people mindin their own business but I'm pretty sure I'd have had guard duty fer life...."

Sky Lynx has posed:
Sky Lynx is not otherwise occupied this time, no, and the look that's sent Swivel's way is one that...seems to be up-front 'I heard nothing' but underneath a slight smirk and that knowing 'I heard nothing'... It's a look perfected by most officers, in truth. Except the ones that live and die by the rulebooks, of course.

Lynx slowly pushes himself up. "Right! Well, I should get going. I've a few flights to take care of. Things have certainly got to go where they need to go. I do wish you all the best of evenings." And, with that, he's out.

Blurr has posed:
    "See ya later, Bolt!" Blurr waves as Silverbolt leaves. Yep, there it is. Yes, he knows the Aeriablot commander didn't want him to call him that. But he did anyway, of course.

    He gives Swivel a 'oh yeah and what's that supposed to mean' sort of look when she mentions sneaking around behind officer's backs. And in front of Lt. Colonel Sky Lynx, too. "Well then. I'll have to remember not to tell you about stuff I really hate."

Swivel has posed:
     "Primus' speed and safe journeys!" Swivel says to Sky Lynx. Not that he needs to be wished luck or told to stay safe. He's the magnificent Sky Lynx, after all. Indeed, things certainly DO need to go where they need to go! A motto Swivel lived by when she was a courier. Swivel deflates with relief when she doesn't get any reprimands. Well. Other than that *look* that Blurr gives her. Still. Really. Getting messages and items moved with as little red tape, and therefor scrutiny, as possible was what Swivel made a living on. So she just responds to Blurr's attention with a light 'what do you expect' shrug and smirk.
     "Or be sneaky and claim to 'ate something you actually love," Swivel chirps playfully. "And wotter friends do BETTER'n annoy the pits out of each other? Roight?" Blurr sure annoys the pits out of Swivel more often than not. Though surprisingly, they are actually getting along lately. Freaky.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive watches two of the big bots leave, "Still gettin used ta all the people around. It's one thing ta see the news records of the stuff they've done, but another ta see them off duty. Still not sure how ta treat them and all."

Blurr has posed:
    Blurr shrugs. "Just treat them like friends when you're off-duty and as officers when you're on duty I guess." He smirks at Swivel's suggestion. "Heh, good idea, maybe I'll try that. But maybe not." he chuckles.

Swivel has posed:
     Swivel peers at Blurr. "Well, not everyone wants ta be treated loik a friend off duty. Some folk prefer ta keep rank in mind iffin' when not on the clock. Everyone's different. Rule o' thumb, jus' observe 'em fer a bit 'n 'ow they act around others, and always be polite." Swivel shrugs her shoulders. "I honestly still feel moighty intimidated by most officers. 'Cept those wot I knew before I joined up." Swivel reaches over, patting Blurr on the arm. Although, she's also secretly watching for any wincing. She's still not convinced he's in tip-top shape.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive nods. "Yeah, just glad I've got a friend or two ta make this not so intimidatin...not that it isn't. But little easier ta pretend its not so overwelmin."

Blurr has posed:
    "You'll get used to it." Blurr thinks Hyperdrive must be new. "But sure, Swivel sounds like she knows what she's talking about better than I do when it comes to th--" He does flinch slightly when she pats him. "--this kind of thing."

Swivel has posed:
Gotcha! Swivel's optic ridge arches, but she doesn't say anyting to Blurr about the wincing. Yet. Not in front of another newish Autobot. "'Ey now. It's jus' been my experience that since everyone's different, everyone wants ta be treated differently. Though usually politeness is a safe bet. Though there's folk wot see politeness as weakness. But... not a lotter 'em among the Autobots. Not that I've met, anyway." Swivel rolls back her shoulders and lifts her chin a little. "But yeer roight, 'Yperdrive. Startin' something new with friends there ta support ya makes it easier." Sometimes.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive rotates his shoulders a bit getting a small pop that brings a relieved grin to his face. "Of course locking yer systems so you can maintain the pose they want as a guard seems ta have its own issues. I can't believe people actually volunteer fer that duty. At least runnin around and doin stuff makes sense. Even rovin around and checkin stuff makes sense."

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    "Heh, how do you know they volunteer?" Blurr challenges teasingly. "Not everyone gets to pick their job, you know."

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     "Wot? I've volunteered fer check point duty." Of course, Swivel has to be contrary to whatever Blurr says.
     There is a sympathetic wince from Swivel when she hear's Hyperdrive's shoulder pop. "Man, I remember 'en almost all my joints made those noises. Usually affer bein' crammed inner small 'ole fer ages, waitin' fer other scavengers ta move on 'en scurryin' out ta pick out wot scraps they moight've missed." Okay, so apparently it's sharing time. Swivel doesn't sound terribly morose about this recollection - in fact she sounds inappropriately chipper. Perhaps she's just glad to not be living that way anymore. "Sure is noice t'ave regular maintenance 'n tune-ups scheduled fer me without 'avin' ta pay an arm and a leg. 'N some backalley medics literally charge that. Though I usually wun payin' with any o'me own limbs." Swivel laughs a little, as if trying to disguise the morbidity of what she just said.

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Hyperdrive looks a little confused. "Guess I should be glad that I've not had ta deal with that. I'm not that old. I was still gettin used to everythin and gettin taught stuff to see what I was good at when the buildin came down on us. I'd only heard of the fightin from a distance and all since I was too busy learnin all the other stuff so really didn't pay much attention to it. But some of the bots came and saved us. Still tryin ta figure things out."

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    "Buildings tend to come down when there's a war going on outside, yeah." Blurr says absently, Swivel's morbid little recollection has distracted his thoughts a bit. But then he snaps back. "I mean--she never took them from anyone -alive-, just from scavenging dead bodies in scrapyards and places like the Dead End. Nyon wasn't in good shape either, even before it was..." he pauses, averting his optics. "...you know."

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     Swivel winks at Hyperdrive and gives him a thumbs-up. "Bein' glads a step inner roight direction. I'm glad you 'ent gone through it, and glad I survoived it. Plenty o things ter be glad fer." Swivel pauses and her grin widens as Blurr quickly explains that Swivel isn't some depraved murderous harvester. That would be bad for Autobot image if she were, after all. "S'truth. I'd never attack anyone just to sell their parts. But when there's an opportunity, and yer desperate, one tends ta do ugly things. But that's inner past. So is Nyon." Swivel doesn't say it, but a glance at the door then back at Blurr just might be enough to relay what she's thinking: thank goodness Hot Rod isn't here.

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Hyperdrive takes advantage of the fact that more people have left, giving some room. He grins at the pair and starts tossing a brightly patterned ball in the air, "Most everyone has a past, but then each day is a chance ta either get passed that past, or get stuck in it." He single handed juggles two balls. "So far I've seen if you are able ta keep goin, there's so much more you can do with yer life." Now he's got three balls and smirks at he manages to keep them all three in the air before catching all three and making them conveniently disappear in a compartment in his forearm. "And I like the surprise each new day brings me...even if part of it must be stuck payin fer a prank"

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    "Getting past the past--heh, yeah." Blurr shakes his head. "Easier said than done." He glances at Swivel at this, because she knows all too well the truth to that statement. "You'll see what I mean in time." If he survives long, that is. He used to think the war would be over quickly, but...the way things are now, it's not going to be over for a while. But the speedster doesn't mention that out loud.

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     Swivel starts to say something, but loses her train of thought, seemingly mesmerised by watching Hyperdrive's juggling. Her optics follow the movement of all three balls with relative ease, but she seems to be wholly transfixed by it. It isn't until Hyperdrive stops that she glances over at Blurr, seeming to take a moment to mentally replay what had been said back to herself. After a careful pause, Swivel nods slowly to the meaningful look. "Yeah. Easier said than done. But doable. But... there are things that change a person forever and there's no goin' back. But... it dun 'ave to always be a bad change."

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Hyperdrive smiles at Swivel, "Not sayin ya gotta ferget what happened before just that it doesn't seem healthy fer some ta dwell on it. Personally I like seein people smile. Cause so far I've noticed its alot harder fer someone ta shoot ya if their smilin at ya."

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    "Heh, I dunno about that one, Hyperdrive." Blurr replies. "You haven't been on the battlefield yet, have you?" He's pretty sure Blast Off wouldn't ever have a problem shooting him, regardless of what face he's making. "...you weren't around when the Senate was in power were you."

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"..........Sure. Sure. 'Arder fer summin ta smoil 'n shoot," Swivel says, her voice a pitch higher, and her grin seeming a lot more forced and nearly incredulous. She'll just let Hyperdrive believe that for now. Even if Blurr won't. "....I've technically not been on the battlefield yet either. Well. Not as an Autobot." Jumping out of a moving chopper and running around on some buildings to help catch some crazy assassin doesn't count as a battlefield. "Not eager fer it either."

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Hyperdrive shakes his head, "Said I wasn't very old. And I'm still workin on those history chapters and stuff that they want me to catch up on. Course there's was a couple in the class I was in that said the history was rewritten and not ta completely believe all that I'm readin. So kinda makes it hard ta form opinions on stuff."

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    "Yeah, the public archives--leave out a lot of stuff." Blurr just leaves it at that. Shadowplay, empurata, the Institute, the truth behind Proteus' Promise. What it was like to live on the bottom rungs of society. "No one's really had the time to uh, update them to be more accurate, I guess. Too busy trying not to die. But I'm sure they'll tell you about it at the Academy." But not too much, probably. Wouldn't want anyone getting ideas.

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"Well, clever peeps do say 'istory is written by the winners. Makes me wunner 'ow slanted th'istory of this war will be once it's over." Swivel shrugs. "But there's no point worryin' about that. But there is somethin' to learn iffin' from an incorrect 'istory. Just loik there's a lot kin be learned from wot's missin' as much as wot's present." Swivel glances at the empty glass she's been holding for a while now. She timidly sets it down on a nearby surface. Someone will collect it later. It's what they're paid to do. "Though I admit 'istory 'ent my greatest subject." Swivel opens her mouth to say more, but thinks better of it. "But, yeah, some really bad stuff 'appened whoil the Senate was in power. I dun iffin know the 'alf of it, just 'ow I an' some old friends of moin were treated." RIP, YX-Units.

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Hyperdrive grins at the pair, "Well I hope that do well enough that I can be of some use ta everyone. And if you need any help, I'll be willin ta help ya out. I don't have the most skills and all, but I've got some fairly sturdy limbs when they aren't stiff from guard duty."

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    It's a good thing Swivel didn't actually bring up the YX-Units out loud, given they're rather a sore spot for Blurr. Okay more like a traumatic spot. He smirks at Hyperdrive's comment. "If you can learn to fight in any way at all, you will be of use, don't worry."

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     Swivel gives Hyperdrive another thumbs-up. "I'll keep that in mind. And 'ey, dun sell yerself short. I 'ent got much training myself. We can blunder through the Autobot ranks together, "HELPING" everyone as we go!" Yes. Swivel does make air-quotes when she says helping, while carefully pronouncing it, H and all, to bring emphasis to it.

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Hyperdrive makes a face, "I'd rather not be known fer my fightin skills. Means I'd be doin too much of it. Not that I don't enjoy target practice, but really only like doin it against targets. Or if I'm usin somethin that isn't gonna actually kill people. Just doesn't seem right ta be endin people." Yep he's going to be popular with the battle happy crowd in the factions.

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    Blurr sighs. "I'm sorry pal but you're gonna have to do a lot of thing you won't like. Not as bad as before, but still. Especially if you don't like killing people. You're gonna have to know how to fight and defend yourself, and kill if necessary. Even the psychiatrist Rung has -some- self-defense skills."

    "...I mean, they told you that when you enlisted, didn't they?"

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     Swivel clasps her hands together, out in front of her chest, looking on Hyperdrive adoringly. "Glad t'foind summin' else not eager to go 'round slaughterin' th'enemy. Though... yer gunna 'ear a lot of 'kill or be killed' if y'aven't already." Swivel gives Blurr a pointed side glance as he brings it up. She places her hands on her hips and nods. "I'm personally gunna see 'ow long I kin go without killin' - even if everyone claims it's just a matter o' toim. Wanna compete fer 'oo kin go the longest?" Friendly rivalry on a dark subject. Where is all this light-hearted morbidity coming from?

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Hyperdrive rolls his optics, "Yes they read me the list and all. But there are lots of ways ta stop people without killin them. And there are things you can do that does require people bein around at all. Some of the people I knew didn't make it out from under the buildin. So I ain't NOT against the cons who did that. I'm just not inta the whole kill or be killed. Aren't we all the same people behind these symbols? All from this same planet. When this war ends...isn't that what we're gonna be again? Ya can't bring people together if ya don't have hope that people can change. Otherwise if all we're gonna do is try to kill each other until the other side is completely gone...I don't think that would make us the good guys anymore."

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    "It's not even about good guys and bad guys any more, Hyperdrive." Blurr replies, the good-natured tone gone. "It's about stopping Megatron from repeating history and perpetuating the cycle that the Primes started long ago, so that we can actually make progress. You guys just don't understand. You haven't faced the war head-on yet, you don't know what it's like." He sighs, sounding somewhat frustrated at Hyperdrive's persistent optimism. "So what, if your superiors order you to take someone out, like not just stop them, specifically -eliminate- them, extinguish their spark, you're just going to refuse to obey? Leave? "

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Swivel squints a little as she listens to Hyperdrive, her lower lip curling inward as her optic ridges pinch together. It's a very serious face. A very serious, deep in thought face. And if some people knew what Swivel was thinking, it could potentially cause some trouble. But that grim, thin line her mouth formed bends up into a smile slowly. "Seems we got the same sorter ideals. But..." Swivel leans in closer to Hyperdrive to whisper, "Yer in fer a big argument now. But dun let it getcha down." Swivel leans back and turns to Blurr. Sure enough he's already picking apart Hyperdrives idealism. Just as he's done many times to Swivel. However, rather than chipping in her response to this tease, she sits back and watches how Hyperdrive responds.

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Hyperdrive looks confused at Blurr, "Why would they put me in that position....I don't have all that much in fightin skills yet. I've not even been on this planet that long yet. If they wanted someone dead, I'd hope they'd be pickin people who had alot more knowledge and skills than someone like me. Otherwise I'd think the commanders are perhaps the ones in need of trainin. " He points to himself. "-I- know what I can and can't do. And -I- know what I'm not goin ta go out of my way ta TRY and do. I am never gonna put myself in the position where I have ta specifically go out and try and kill a person. Now...in the heat of battle, you need help and I gotta fire on someone ta try and save ya, I'm not gonna be aimin fer knees and elbows. I'll do what I can ta save you and perhaps in here.." He taps his head, "I'll hope that their armor and buddies will save them in the end."

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     Swivel not only listens to Hyperdrive, but also observes him closely. She then leans back, finally adding on a few comments of her own. "I feel the same way. I dun see why I'd be ordered to kill anyone 'en there's much better mechs to do the job." Swivel holds out her hands and gestures to all of herself, as if emphasizing her small stature. "There's many folk 'oo went through wot I went through that were driven to kill. I didn't. Does this not count fer somethin'?" Swivel tilts her head. "But ordered to kill 'en I'd 'ave little choice but to kill. But I'd leave it on the conscience of they wot gave the order - and trust that my superiors 'AVE a conscience." Swivel glances at Blurr. "Sometoims we do wot we need ta survoive, and sometoims that means lettin' someone else take the blame long enough ter fergive our part in it - and then take ownership and responsibility when we're stronger. The guilt just 'ent worth carryin' around."

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    "Yeah," Blurr scoffs. "In a perfect world. But this isn't one, if you hadn't noticed already. This may be news to you, but by joining up you've -already- put yourself in that position. Desperate times lead to desperate measures. I mean sure, you're right, you probably won't get told to kill anyone in the next few solar cycles, but trust me, you -will- in the future. Unless you get yourself killed first." He stands up. "Let's hope that doesn't happen just because you aren't willing to end someone else in order to save yourself or your allies, yeah? Anyway--you'll understand how war works, eventually. Right now there's no point in trying to explain it to you." He turns to leave, headed for the door now.

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Hyperdrive frowns, "I'm sorry...I know I'm new...ta alot of things, not just this faction and this war. Hell, I barely have a sense of self especially with some of the trainin they're doin. But I feel it's important ta hold on ta that bit that I do feel. Cause otherwise I'm just a tool or weapon and not a livin being. I don't want ta be just a tool or weapon. And I can't explain it better than that. I just know its important ta try ta keep bein me. I promise you that I will do my best in all I do. And I hope it will be good enough. Cause you seem like a really cool guy and all."

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     Swivel sees Blurr turning off to leave. Swivel gives Hyperdrive a brief smile. "It's been... rivetin' chatting with you. If I fergot ter introduce myself, I'm Swivel. Though I think we've seen each other 'round the Academy, we never really got th'chance ter talk proper loik until now." There is a pause and Swivel glances at Blurr who is almost out the door. "We should do it again some toim - but I shoo probably get a move on. And there's nothin' wrong with tryna 'old on to 'oo you are. I do." With that, Swivel darts after Blurr, unsure of whether she'll be able to catch him before he zips off at full speed.

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    Blurr is in the doorway when Swivel hurries after him. Yeah, how terrible it must be to just be a tool or a weapon. He sure knows a thing or two about that. More than he'd like. Swivel knows.

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Hyperdrive looks a bit lost now that Swivel and Blurr are leaving him. He'll wait for the pair to leave the doorway one way or another before he slips out and finds his way back to homebase.

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     Swivel does know, which is why she was eager to chase after Blurr, because he knows she knows. Which is why she doesn't really say anything. Nothing NEEDS to be said. But all the same, by just choosing to walk out with him (and maybe direct him back to repair bay) is a subtle nudge of support, even though their ideals differ dramatically.