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[seekermiddlemanagement]

[Slipstream sighs and clutches her head, putting herself facedown on the table.

Her voice is muffled.]

I feel like there's little hooks in my mind that just stop me from going forward, and I don't know what to do about them. I want to adapt to this new way of life, but I also don't want to leave everything I was behind.

I don't know what to do from here.

[blacksmithed]

[ Anode frowns and reaches out to lay a hand gently on Slipstream's head. ]

It sounds like you've got a lot going on in your head right now, Slip. I don't think you have to leave everything about yourself behind, but... I think you should be allowed to, you know, make some decisions for yourself if you want? And I dunno how your Megatron is, but the one I know uh... seemed reasonable? At least he liked poetry and stuff? Is there any way you can talk to him about this?

[seekermiddlemanagement]

I... don't expect any Megatron to understand what a lowly Decepticon soldier feels.

All of them are above me in every way.

Except Antlers. I will destroy him when I can.

[blacksmithed]

I mean. I don't know that they're necessarily above you. They're mechs same as the rest of us. They have feelings and insecurities. I bet I can get my Megs to talk to you, give you some insight. He was a Decepticon for a long time!

[seekermiddlemanagement]

Aha. Thanks Anode, but if you can actually get a Megatron to talk to little old me than I'll eat my own wings.

It's not going to happen. I appreciate the effort though.

[blacksmithed]

[ Anode winks. ]

I'd never make you eat your wings. Way too pretty for that!

[ ANYWAY. ]

We gotta look out for each other, right?