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[She does in fact recognize his greeting, and there is a brief click while her voxcoder resets before she speaks aloud, not even that brief spot of emotion able to overwhelm what she wants to say]

Primal? It's me. You aren't busy, are you? [Actual, genuine happiness he hasn't truly heard out of her since their home world is thick in her voice, if not actual gleefulness] Because you're going to be. Soon.

[ While you were away someone has been in your room.

It doesn't look like this someone has really rifled that much through your possessions. Or stolen anything.

How do you know someone was here? There is a tiny plastic human toy baby tucked ender your berth, and three sitting on a flat surface somewhere. One has had a pair of dark glasses drawn over it's eyes, one has a pair of headphones over it's ears, and one has had a little face mask drawn on it. ]

[ Recently Bass requested some important information. Who... is the strongest Cybertronian on this ship. He received a hot tip that it was 'Shockwave' but also 'not the Senator one'. There were a few thoughts that went through his processor. One... it was really dumb that there were two people here with the SAME NAME. It must get confusing! Two, while he does (surprisingly) know what a Senator is, he has no idea what a Senator looks like. Do they wear signs? Bass guesses probably not.

This leads him to one conclusion: He has to fight BOTH of them to make sure he's actually fighting the strong one.

This leads him to a second conclusion: He has no idea where Shockwave lives. He could ask for direction, ask if anyone knows... but that begs the question... If they know how strong Bass is will they even tell the truth?

There is now one solution: He has to canvas the ship himself and check every inhabited room he comes across.

So there's the backstory. And that's why Bass, armored up in his winged Treble armor (being able to fly covers ground quicker!) is pounding aggressively at your door.

Sorry. ]

Primal. [Airazor's voice is strained, something uncomfortable clearly tugging at her spark but she hardly wants to confirm it over the comms]

I have received advance notice about something from a friend. I need to speak to you. Soon. Are you occupied?

I have made a decision to assist this Astrotrain with his studies of the space bridge. I will die. Already have, by the time you receive this. I am sorry that this will cause you more pain that you do not deserve.

[A moment of silence, before she quietly calls him the private name she had given him when they were young, a name that belonged to him alone and not a distant figure who loomed over his life]

Updraft... I have been happy. No matter what follows, I had more time with you. And if I do not return from this... I will look for you, where our people have gone.

[Izabella has been exploring expanding swathes of the ship, further and further away the room she'd been given. This is partially because she's not used to being on her own and she doesn't like it, not at all. Today, she's near the library when she turns a corner and stumbles upon some kinda robot that looked almost like...]

Oh! Oh, shit! [She takes a few steps closer, eyes wide above a brilliantly shining smile] You look like the things from books when I was a kid! Uhhhhh orange somethings? I don't know. But that's so cool, I just thought cybertronians looked like cars and stuff!

[She settles back on her heels and hefts her supply bag higher up on one shoulder before she holds out her much smaller hand]

I'm Izabella! Izzy! Who're you?

Edited 2024-04-28 09:43 (UTC)

[ There in Primal's Hab, left when he's stepped away... is a simple... orange... rubber duck.

Which might seem a bit odd. In fact it probably doesn't hit him until it's late at night and trying to get to sleep and the joke echoes in his ears with alarming clarity.

Orange you glad I didn't say Banana? ]

Primal, hey, it's Gold Mask. You remember me, right? From all that uh. Stuff. Was just thinking about the good parts of it lately and one of those parts was you, so... Wouldn't be terrible to see you being not terrible.

Edited 2025-02-02 03:23 (UTC)

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