Because I ran into some old castmates at a con and they put IDEAS in my head...

[theprimerprime]

Listen up, mun. I thought you and I had an understanding. You don't bother me, I don't bother you. But now you're thinking about sending me back there? For what, so you can spend another couple of years laughing at my expense while I'm being insulted, blown up, manipulated, turned into unnatural things, having my career ruined and being forced to deal with organics? Just because you were talking with your friends about it? For spark's sake, if your friends decided that jumping off a space bridge was a good idea, would you go along with that, too?!

And while we're at it, I know you're in cahoots with that Starscream and his mun. Don't even think about it. I made that mistake once, and I'll be scrapped before I make it a second time. But you're twisted enough that you'd probably like that, wouldn't you?

I am only going to say this once. Don't you dare send me back to that place. Don't you dare force me back into that flimsy, stupid-looking human body. Is. That. Clear?

...

...And no, re_alignment is NOT an acceptable compromise!

Comments

[diedownhere]

I have seen worse human forms than yours.

[theprimerprime]

Thanks, I guess.

...I don't trust any of this interdimensional scrap, so I have to ask. It is you, isn't it? Not some parallel universe trick?

Are you still in the City? Is my jail still standing?

[diedownhere]

Need I bypass your security systems to prove my identity? Again?

Negative. My mundane removed all my fellow characters from that place and now only looks at it occasionally.

[theprimerprime]

That won't be necessary. I can't believe I'm saying this, but it's actually good to see you.

Lucky for you.

[diedownhere]

I find your affection illogical, but I am able to say that seeing you does not cause me displeasure.

[theprimerprime]

Well. I wouldn't call it affection, exactly. But you were a...valued colleague to me.

[diedownhere]

I was and likely still am, irreplaceable.

[theprimerprime]

Can't think of anyone else who could have mastered that cockamamie computer the way you did.

...But don't let it go to your head!

[diedownhere]

I think your assessment is safe with me, Prime.

[o0blueandgold0o]

Mister Sentinel Prime Sir!

[theprimerprime]

((Always nice to see a familiar face.))

At ease, soldier.

[o0blueandgold0o]

((83))

It is being the very longest of times since I am seeing you, sir!

[theprimerprime]

Likewise. What are you up to these days? And where's your brother?

[o0blueandgold0o]

It is not being the very most. My Mundane-organic is busy with the working and the moving of quarters, so she is not making with looking for games for me.

[Sentinel, that question about his brother is getting a little start of sadfaise. Do you really want to deal with a sadfaise twin?]

I... am not knowing where Jetfire is, Mister Sentinel Sir.

[theprimerprime]

Fortunately for you. That sort of thing kept my mun busy for a good amount of time, but now that she's got free time again, I'm back on her radar.

Again? Wasn't he AWOL the last time I saw you, too?

[o0blueandgold0o]

She is almost being done now... this is being why she was bringing me out to talk to you.

...I am thinking so, sir.

[theprimerprime]

Well, I'm sorry to hear that. I'd offer to help, but my mun is useless when it comes to writing for you or your brother. She's useless in general, but that's beside the point.

...I hope he turns up soon.

[o0blueandgold0o]

I am hoping so too. It is being most strangeness to be without brother for so long.

[dontasktrix]

Getting involved with a Starscream? Not the wisest choice.

But, what's so bad with games or organics? Not that I like them! But a clever bot should be able to get their mun to do what they want.

[theprimerprime]

Tell me about it. Not that it was my fault, of course! I apparently lost a pretty large chunk of my memory when I died, and...

...Never mind, it's a long story.

I suppose I wouldn't mind going back into a game. It might be nice getting to see some action again. It's this game that's the problem. You know that all Cybertronians get turned into humans there? It's revolting! I did find a way to get something close to my original body back last time, but. Well. Let's just say it didn't turn out the way I expected.

[dontasktrix]

[She's not sure she wants to know. Moving on...]

One of them might lick you! Worse! You might like it! [She's totally teasing.]

[But seriously] Might not be so bad, if that's the place where you get powers. You could still fly... Or, whatever.

[theprimerprime]

Don't even joke. I wish I could say that being licked by organics was the worst thing that happened to me there. And without my cybernetic body, those powers? Not at all worth it.

[dontasktrix]

A 'Bot without wing envy? Will wonders never cease?

What's so great about your body? What's your alt form? Some kind of work truck?

[theprimerprime]

Decepticons fly, and I am no Decepticon.

...And what, may I ask, is wrong with being a truck?

[dontasktrix]

Clearly. Decepticons probably wouldn't take you.

Not that wheels are bad . Maybe with a few cannon mounts....

[theprimerprime]

Please. You'd have to be glitched in the processor to follow Megatron.

And I prefer a close-range weapon.

[dontasktrix]

I only- it's not like there are a whole lot of other candidates! [Well: Starscream.] Competent ones!

Close-range weapon use is what's glitched! Good way to end up in stasis cuffs.

[theprimerprime]

Ultra Magnus, for one. He's the only mech alive I'll take an order from, and he deserves it.

And I beg to differ. But then again, I'm always the one applying the stasis cuffs.

[dontcallmesir]

Yap yap yap, how many times do you ever really get your way, sir? [The only one who can out-sarcasm that sir is Starscream to Megatron.]

[theprimerprime]

Watch your tone, rustbucket. I'm still your superior officer, and I expect to be treated as such.

[dontcallmesir]

Have I struck you as the type to give even half a frag about your position? 'Sides, not much you can do in a place like this. You don't really have any authority here.

[theprimerprime]

And that's exactly the problem! Myfate, in the hands of some organic 'mundane'? It's ridiculous!

[primest]

[My my, what a handsome face that is.]

You know, I genuinely thought my situation was pretty awful, but being turned into an organic? Yeesh, tough luck.

...I really hope Mun didn't get any ideas. Really.

[theprimerprime]

[...Whoa. This has certainly never happened before. But he's certainly not going to complain about it!]

Finally, someone in this post sees the point! Although, given who you are, I shouldn't be surprised.

Two years I spent in that body. Two years. 'Tough luck' doesn't even begin to describe it.

Dare I ask what sort of aft-backwards world your mun subjected you to?

[primest]

Two years?! I can barely stand being around them for two kliks!

Or wait, I guess you knew that too. This... this is really weird.

[He shakes his head. How do you even talk to yourself properly? Not that he doesn't have plenty of practice, but this one's going to reply. Man, all this universe magic sure is weird!!]

Some under-developed Cybertron. We're supposed to help it grow, or whatever. I don't know or care, really - I was greeted by some stupid drones and the 'First Forged' that rule this place are annoyingly secretive. Not to mention the insult of organics running around free on Cybertron!

[A flicker of a grin appears across his faceplates.]

But hey, I've not been forced into one of their gross squishy bodies. Although there is a Decepticon medic that won't leave me alone...