Oh. Oh! I'm, uh, glad you understand sir. I don't know if I'll ever get a full reformat... [ She feels like she'd have to get a superior's permission for that, and she does NOT intend to ask any of them about something that personal. Just like with her face. ] But yours is really nice, sir! Fits you. And it's really elegant.
It's kinda interesting, all the differences between different dimensions. I got a text on engineering courtesy of General Slipstream, and it's got references to stuff that doesn't even exist at home. Have you ever heard of an energon converter, sir?
Thank you. This one was not my... preferred, but I've grown quite used to it now. In any case, I could not reformat again if I wanted to now, it's part of my censure terms from the Parliament, so perhaps it is for the best that this one feels settled.
[ He had not liked this frame at first... too thin, too unarmored, too much less resistance to Megatron's proneness to lashing out when his mood was poor. There hadn't been a lot of available frames at the height of the war for him to choose from, ones that were unique. But it was different, and he took it because he could no longer stand his reflection when he still looked like his dead trinemates, bright painted and colourful. So instead he wore unpainted silver, though as Knock Out had once pointed out, he did keep up his finish. The only colour accents he allowed were red, his own signifier in their old trine banding; no blue, no purple. He'd lost that right. ]
Energon converter? Like a synthesizer perhaps, used for reducing elements to their base properties to extract energon? The technology exists in my universe but it was never widely in use because they were horrendously inefficient, therefore impractical to consider as a supply source.
But it sounds like something right up your thermal, if you wanted to try and make one.
[ Honestly, a little pet project for her would probably be something she'd like, right? ]
Oh. Uh, that's good! Sucks that they won't let you reformat, though... Guess our situations were similar? Uh- I mean, as similar as they can be with you in such an important position, sir!
[ Please take that well, please take that well. ]
Maybe... I am supposed to look at the labs... [ Something she's still avoiding. ] But- I- I don't think I could make one, sir! I'm just a
[ Oops, don't finish that thought in front of this Starscream. Close save, Stormie- Though, she realizes with a cringe, he probably knows exactly what she was going to say anyway. ]
[ The cadence of her texts makes it pretty easy to determine that she's starting to get panicked, so Starscream wisely decides to wrap things up here. ]
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It's kinda interesting, all the differences between different dimensions. I got a text on engineering courtesy of General Slipstream, and it's got references to stuff that doesn't even exist at home. Have you ever heard of an energon converter, sir?
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[ He had not liked this frame at first... too thin, too unarmored, too much less resistance to Megatron's proneness to lashing out when his mood was poor. There hadn't been a lot of available frames at the height of the war for him to choose from, ones that were unique. But it was different, and he took it because he could no longer stand his reflection when he still looked like his dead trinemates, bright painted and colourful. So instead he wore unpainted silver, though as Knock Out had once pointed out, he did keep up his finish. The only colour accents he allowed were red, his own signifier in their old trine banding; no blue, no purple. He'd lost that right. ]
Energon converter? Like a synthesizer perhaps, used for reducing elements to their base properties to extract energon? The technology exists in my universe but it was never widely in use because they were horrendously inefficient, therefore impractical to consider as a supply source.
But it sounds like something right up your thermal, if you wanted to try and make one.
[ Honestly, a little pet project for her would probably be something she'd like, right? ]
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[ Please take that well, please take that well. ]
Maybe... I am supposed to look at the labs... [ Something she's still avoiding. ] But- I- I don't think I could make one, sir! I'm just a
[ Oops, don't finish that thought in front of this Starscream. Close save, Stormie- Though, she realizes with a cringe, he probably knows exactly what she was going to say anyway. ]
I don't think I know enough, sir.
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Nothing to lose by trying, if you felt like it.
Goodnight, Acid Storm.