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[ex_backstab594]

This is no way to run a ship!

You put in a reserve, and then you sit and do nothing but "make icons". I don't need icons! I know how I look. I had thought being as infinitesimally short lived as your species is, you'd have some concept of time management--...

So. Do you want me there, or not?

Because, really. I'm only doing this for your benefit.

I suppose you'll want my input on the personality section. Who knows me better than--

...ggh...suit yourself.

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[viced]

Well, I'm zeroing in on three years, if that's any indication.

[ex_backstab594]

...That would be three solar-cycles. [a flicker of interest in his eyes, then he turns his head dismissively] A long time for one of your breeding. A sparkbeat for one of mine.

Still, any involuntary constraint is ill tolerated. Give me some time and I will have it out with this Porter, and return everyone home to where they belong--cons and vermin alike.

[that seems really likely]

[viced]

She's a bit stubborn, actually. She's not likely to listen to you any more than she's willing to listen to me, and I can be... persuasive to your kind.

[ex_backstab594]

Don't flatter yourself, fleshbag. [and suddenly he's dropping even the presense of suckupitude] I am no one's servant--not the Autobots, not the Decepticons--and never a human's. [if he only knew]

[viced]

Want to bet?

I'M DIFFERENT THAN MOST HUMANS.

[ex_backstab594]

I--ghhah. Wha--what did you--

...what are you.

[smiling involuntarily it is a happy-making voice, okay]

[viced]

I'M THE FUCKING MAYOR.

[ Okay, a pause, let's turn off the voice. ]

Like I said, I'm persuasive.

[ex_backstab594]

[he wants to be around that voice. Always. He wants to make the owner of that voice happy. Always. ...But part of him is shaking it off panicky, he's vowed never to be anyone's servant. He's free.]

Some--sort of dark--ancient cybertronian sorcery, clearly. Well. You can work your dark charms all you like, but I don't see a reason to discourage my offer to attempt to bring you home, Lord Mayor.

[viced]

[ Christ. ]

It's just Mayor Hundred.

And believe me, if you can, I'll be more than happy to give you a fucking medal before I go home.

[ex_backstab594]

[deliberately low and soft] Lord Hundred. Your gratitude is the only payment I require.

I see I was wrong to assume you were anything like the humans with which I am familiar. I - do apologize, profusely.

[viced]

[ Christ ]

You don't have to do that.

You really, really don't need to do that. How about you just call me Mayor Hundred?

[ex_backstab594]

Ah--at... your request, Mayor Hundred. [what is this what is going on] I am online to please, after all.

Am I forgiven?

[viced]

Er. [ Whoa pet robot. ]

Well, there's nothing to really forgive, not everyone is used to my voice.

[ex_backstab594]

[dammit he is nothing like the superiors Starscream is used to. Cue nervous cracking of joints and glancing around, mentally rolling for find traps and coming up blank.

Honesty is go.]

It, ah. I grant that--it's singular, to my experience, as well. I'd like to... examine it more thoroughly.

[viced]

Examine it? It's my voice it's not like there's a way to really look at it.

[ A beat ]

It doesn't play back from recordings the same way either.

[ex_backstab594]

Ah. Yes. [taps own throat] You don't have a voicebox. What a shame...

What do you have in place of it? [for all his scientific curiosity, Screamer only investigates things when he's ...reminded of them...]

[viced]

Organs. We call them vocal chords.

[ Because that's how he talks to machines. Yep. ]

[ex_backstab594]

For all the human scre--vocalizations--I've heard--I've never heard anything even remotely similar to what you did.

It's more than a mere chord you're striking.

[viced]

I don't know exactly how that one works, I'll be honest.

It just happens. Somehow I can send signals through my voice.