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Beach Party!!
Wheeeeee!!!!!!
Waspinator have FUN today! Us have Beach Party!!!
Had to invite Maximals, but that not so bad. Waspinator actually kind of like Cat-Bot when Cat-Bot not shooting at Waspinator.
Waspinator tell Cat-Bot secret of how to get Fish-bot out of room for party, but Fish-bot stay in water all day anyway.
Waspinator and Cat-Bot sing for party. Kareoke. Nobody else like, and someone threw a seashell at Waspinator... Waspinator not sure who. Waspinator was just having fun. :(
Tarantulas cook desert again, but this time everyone know better than to eat any. Waspinator knew better LAST time Tarantulas cooked. Waspinator is SMART.
Waspinator have FUN today! Us have Beach Party!!!
Had to invite Maximals, but that not so bad. Waspinator actually kind of like Cat-Bot when Cat-Bot not shooting at Waspinator.
Waspinator tell Cat-Bot secret of how to get Fish-bot out of room for party, but Fish-bot stay in water all day anyway.
Waspinator and Cat-Bot sing for party. Kareoke. Nobody else like, and someone threw a seashell at Waspinator... Waspinator not sure who. Waspinator was just having fun. :(
Tarantulas cook desert again, but this time everyone know better than to eat any. Waspinator knew better LAST time Tarantulas cooked. Waspinator is SMART.
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I wonder... just how much do we have in common? Do you know what it was that tipped off the Maximals as to what you are? What we are?
It wasn't only your time as a ghost, I assure you...
But once they knew, they just couldn't resist trying to find a way to duplicate the condition. And in the end, there was only one way to do that...
And here I am, Father...
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So you're... You're a... Get away from me!
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*tone becomes almost conversational* One of the files attached to the records the Maximals kept on the project that resulted in my creation was a video log from a Decepticon ship... Not the Nemesis... but a replacement your era's Megatron built.
You challenged Megatron, but the Autobot Mirage interrupted. Rather rude of him... but... back to the heart of the matter. Megatron shot you. Quite badly.
*one hand reaches behind his back as he talks, slowly*
And only a few minutes later, you were at the controls of the ship, as if a large hole in the torso is something that only happens to other people...
*bit of a smile* Which is true, isn't it, Father. *removes a knife from behind his back and quickly runs the blade of it through his own hand... removes and subspaces the knife, holds out his hand so Screamer can see as it heals up visibly within seconds*
(ooc note: This actually happens in MTMTE. While it could be a blooper ;) I prefer to take it to mean that Screamer heals up too, tho maybe not as stunningly fast as the Crab, but that Screamer kept it a secret for years... a sort of hidden advantage...)
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But they couldn't duplicate the mutation in just anyone... in the end there was only one way. They had to rely on heredity...
They wanted to create an indestructable warrior... *faint smirk* Or weapon... or slave...
But I don't like follow orders, especially from idiots. So I... declined... *bit of a malicious grin at that*
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You see, Father? It is true... Eternity is our gift, and our curse...
Even Galvatron will die someday, but you will not, nor will I. Worlds will crumble and stars will fade... and we will still exist.
*slight undertone seems to imply he doesn't really consider this a blessing, very quietly, so only Starscream will hear* Do you really want to spend eternity alone, Father?
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No... I... *is unable to say anything*
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*sits down next to Starscream on couch* It can be a horrible thing... to know that the only thing you can depend on to still exist... is yourself. I understand, Father... we're the same. And neither of us have to be alone...
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*soothingly* But you're not alone, Father... and you won't be...
*realising he's not nearly as good at knowing what to say to coax someone out of one of these states as he is at instinctively knowing what to say to put someone IN one*
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Starscream's just afraid of what this will mean to him... it's a major adjustment to wrap his processor around, after all.
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