Cyberformed IC Inbox

[blacksmithed]

"This is Anode, I'm busy not dying. Leave a message."

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[blacksmithed]

[ The response is chipper at least! ]

I'm a light biplane model flyer in my alt mode, originally meant for courier work and light cargo. Highly maneuverable especially at lower speeds. Not really a speedster compared to sleeker alt modes.

I'm a trained archaeologist and have a built in sensor suite that let's me do some good soil and geology analysis but I'm not like, a miner or anything like that.

[vosseeker]

[ Sorry Anode, he's already mentally classifying you. He's not Air Commander for nothing. ]

I see. The geospectric sensors will be useful indeed.

I don't suppose you have any non-civilian training?

[blacksmithed]

Nope. I left Cybertron when the war started. I wasn't about to stick around for that mess.

[vosseeker]

[ The silence that crackles across the line from Starscream's end of the connection is absolutely frigid in response to that. ]

[blacksmithed]

You still there? Do we have a bad connection?

[vosseeker]

Yes, tenuous connection it seems. In more ways than one.

[ If a tone of voice could extinguish a gas giant... ]

Hopefully your lack of martial experience will not be a hindrance. Do take care to practice at least the basics, before we are called to task on this? It would be tragic if you were to get yourself mislaid while mid-mission.

[blacksmithed]

Uh-huh.

[ Sigh. ]

Look I may not have the quote unquote "experience" of murdering people and ruining our home planet but I know how to fly.

[vosseeker]

[ saccharinely: ]

Well, since we're making a list: you also don't have any experience in bearing responsibility for others, in making decisions that exist outside your own comfort, for the need of sacrifice to bring about change to avoid complete societal collapse, or the ability to undertake anything which does not involve turning tailwind and hiding in forgotten corners of the cosmos while actual Cybertronians stepped up.

You should add all of that to your professional resume — it paints a more complete picture.

[blacksmithed]

Yeah, really big sacrifice you all made, wiping out half the population of Cybertron in one fragging battle, turning our species into a galactic pariah, and cold-constructing soldiers to throw into your war before they could properly boot their systems. I, on the other hand, was exploring, cataloging, and scouting new planets and civilizations, some of which had risen and collapsed before we ever came on the scene. You know, something productive.

Good job avoiding societal collapse by the way; turning your people into a fragmented diaspora with an uninhabitable home planet is the latest craze in building better societies, I hear.

[ Coldly: ]

I'm not going to feel ashamed for choosing a future over being a martyr for a bunch of idealistic idiots and con artists.

You act like you're the only ones who sacrificed anything in your stupid, pointless war but the rest of us lost everything else.

You glitches, Autobot and Decepticon, all think that they had the only true, noble vision for the betterment of Cybertron or the future of the Cybertronian species or whatever. I had people relying on me who were more important to me than your stupid politics and grand plans and we're still here, still alive, and still together when your war is over. Meanwhile, you're all fragged up in the head from killing each other for four million years and fighting over who gets to rule the rubble.

Frag yourself.

[ CLICK. That went well. ]