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... I recommend that you perhaps be gentler towards yourself, instead of bringing on the recriminations.

You say you do not feel like you've lost anyone's voice; that, I think, is the only real worry here. Your situation being what it is, I would point out that by merely observing general trends and the available facts, the conclusion would be that hitting rough patches are a statistical possibility.

And no matter your, or my, issues, Starscream is enough of a distraction for both of us...

However; I don't exactly approve of one of the situations lately... Just because you have the icons, does not mean you have to use them.

[Disapproving jet is disapproving, even if it's merely expressed with a frown and crossed arms. The mundane can't convince him it's "for science", since that has not been the reason to try those icons out at all. :|]

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[Have an utterly bewildered look, Sam. Jetfire really hasn't been on Earth enough to understand all of English's little slang meanings.]

... Considering that he's not a human male, and thus not in possession of said appendage, and even you can't be considered to be what you merely poessess as a limb and as part of your body...

[That is, he doesn't understand what you're saying, Sam. :D]

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God damn you, giant robots!]

It's a saying. He's, uh. A jerk, how's that?

[Jetfire would be sorry, but his mundane isn't!]

... Ah, I see.

[And he's totally. not smiling a little.]

Starscream was never the most agreeable mech, no. It's part of what makes him interesting.

[Yes, Jetfire just said that.]

[Mundanes should never be sorry. Sam's is shameless.]

Interesting. Yeah, I guess. When you're on the receiving end of Megatron's wrath, though, he goes from "interesting" to "totally freaking terrifying oh my God" in less than two seconds.

[Indeed, indeed.]

Mm, yes. Megatron, while he had some interesting ideas and philosophies, have a temper few could match... And a viciousness to match his temper.

He can be quite intimidating, yes.

[Especially for tiny organics like humans.]

All of them. All of them can be. Especially when you got something they want whether you realize it or not.

[Especially a brain, among other things. Amazing what can be contained in a sock, isn't it just?]

So...how'd you get out of there anyway, with them?

Ruthlessness in pursuing their goals would be something that belongs to the Decepticon sphere, yes.

[Ruthlessness, or effectivity, letting nothing stop you to get what you wanted... or needed. It had seemed practical, once.]

... I left. No one exactly expected it, despite the fact that I had hesitated quite long before joining, so it wasn't hard to literally just walk away... Or fly, in my case.

[Personally, however, it had been hard. Close friendships and the loyalties to them, and all that.]

[Yeah, be grateful you can fly, Jetfire. Fly wherever you want and as long as you want. Humans don't really have that ability.]

And...no one got sent after you? They weren't worried you'd give up all sorts of secret information to Optimus? They didn't track you down to the ends of the universe or anything?

[Fly, as long as he has fuel and power, anyway. Nothing is without limits, Sam, but yes, he's certainly grateful.]

I'm fast, Sam, and I had a head-start. It wasn't exceedingly hard to hide on Cybertron until I could safely approach the Autobots.

And it took a while before I engaged in battle against them... or, ah. Was trusted with a lot.

[Of course, that "trust" part took even longer to come even after he was given missions and orders and involved in things.]

[Sam's scratching the back of his neck, whether out of idleness or real itching is impossible to tell.]

You mean before the Autobots trusted you to really be on their side?

Mmmh, yes. Though the trust took even longer, even while I went to battle with them against the Decepticons, or put my skills to use for the Autobots.

[Jetfire's subdued; that's still something of a... not so much sore subject as still something that lingers. He's not the only one to have switched sides, to date.]

[Poor guy. Bot.

Guy bot.

Got.]

Well, things are better now, yeah?

[That's just awkward, Sam, but he appreciates the sentiment.]

Well, considering I managed to get myself frozen for... a currently unknown length of time, Starscream unthawed me and I was, again, not completely trusted by the Autobots already on Earth...

Besides that, I suppose so.

[And ignoring that he either died, or, going by non-published canon, was possessed by the Fallen... well. Maybe better, yes.]

Man, what is with you guys and getting frozen? Same thing happened to Skyfire, apparently.

[Yes, Sam is in museboxes with three different Cybertronians. Only one of them is anything like pleasant.

Guess who it is.]

[Sam. Seriously, Sam. Jetfire doesn't have huge amounts of tacts either, but this? Not on. Watch that giant alien robot wince.]

It seems to be something of a theme, yes. As long as I could get confirmation from more than one other alternate, that is.

Two within a possibly-infinite number of alternates does not make a trend, neither by common nor scientific standards.

[HE'S KIND OF A LOSER OKAY]

Maybe it's a thing with "fire" in the name?

[Freezing fire. HAHA GOOD ONE SAM but he's not going to laugh because that's too tactless. Fight fire with...ice. Interesting concept.

Oh hey he notices he said something uncool (kind of a first, but also LOL COOL frozen fire) and stands up, putting a hand out to touch the nearest part of his frame.

Keep your spark in your chest thing, buddy.]

Hey, I didn't mean to...uh. Be a jerk.

[IT'LL BE OKAY. AT SOME POINT.]

It's fine. I'll have to learn to handle it at some point, but it's unpleasant enough to have happened to one of us, nevermind two, or more.

[Sam gets a small smile for his honest effort and a slight straightening and shurg.]

[There you go, giant metal buddy. Pat pat.]

Yeah...that's what happened to Megatron where I'm from. Though for, uh, like fifty years or something, not...ages.

[He'll be fine. Hopefully sometime this decade, or something. At least there's no snow here.]

... That would have been vastly preferable to the... at least millions of years I had to deal with.

[He's not... exactly... sure, since his internal chronometer glitched at some point.]

[He should go on an Alaskan Cruise.]

Yeah...millions of years is a really long time. Apparently dinosaurs became birds and some fish thing became humans in that time, or something.

[... Let's wait with that until he can deal with snow without having a crisis on his hands to distract from the snow, okay?]

It's not too bad. As long as you're not trapped in ice and preiodically aware of it. I have been around for a few more million years than the ones I was trapped, after all.

[Yes, still older than dirt, so to speak. It just doesn't make him... old.]

[Old, very old. Ancient, even.]

...did you know the Cybertronian who was "the wheel"?

... Er, no? I don't think anyone would transform into such a simple thing.

[There are those just as old, or older, though!]

Well, yeah, but the Jetfire I know said he was related to that guy, and that he couldn't transform because he was, you know, the wheel.

[Well, Sam is a baby. Let's just leave it at that.]

... Interesting, but no. There's no data indicating we were incapable of transforming even in the past, though there's, of course, a lack of available, fully covering data for early in the history of our species.

[Very much a baby.]