Only one or two challenges? That's fortunate. I've had four in the last 3 vorns alone since the war ended.
Assassination was always a possibility, of course, but there are strict rules in place that prevent the title from being claimed that way. Otherwise all you'd end up with is a Winglord with the deepest subspaces who could hire the best assassin. So the Winglord can only be deposed in a flight combat victory.
That was the original purpose of the Winglord, after all: the best flier of Vos bears responsibility for all the others' wellbeing.
For my own ascension, we were in the thick of wartime, our hard-won hold on the Reach tenuous at best, and most of those who wanted to contest me knew that we couldn’t split the Seekers during such a time. Those who did face me were idiots! I showed them their place.
…For Comet…
They loved him too much. We all loved him. One of our best.
[ He almost makes a note about how an aerial battle would have been beyond Comet’s capabilities that early in the war… But decides otherwise. There’d been a reason it had been kept so quiet. ]
You can buy out some people. You cannot buy out as many Seekers as there used to be. As I said, legal assassination is too light a term. We both know we run in groups. More like… Ides of March, if you know the human term. But no elites. No council. Just Comet submitting to the idea that even the least of us could tear him down if he failed.
…And yes, mostly. I will admit I have an interest beyond that; the differences are fascinating. I could write a paper on all this slag, though citations would be a nightmare.
[ Starscream almost makes a cruel observation, that loved is only ever remembered in the past tense, but he doesn't. The glyphs attached to Comet's name are enough to curb his vitriol, this time. ]
I am not your social studies project, Starscream. If you want to learn about Vos as it is in my world for some relevance, that's one thing. But I have better things to do than storytell for you just to relieve your boredom.
[ And Starscream had actually been enjoying this little cultural exchange. It was academic and almost felt like he was getting somewhere, but of course his double won't even accept this olive branch. He was trying, fraggit, and something about this gets him viscerally upset.
It was never about boredom. ]
Then fine, let all your histories end with you, if you're so keen on keeping them to yourself.
At least I'm writing these things down. At least they will survive me. At least the Seekers here will learn what my people used to be.
Don't you dare disparage my interest when all I want to do is make sure we aren't the last.
[ The other Starscream may need to try olive branching in a little less obfuscated manner, given the previous interactions these two have had... as it is, this Winglord has no idea what the goal is here. ]
Don't start with your fragging dramatics yet again, when all I asked is to know what role you intended the information I'm providing to have.
And what makes you think I haven't organized many, many provisions over the eons to ensure this information isn't lost? You assume I wasn't clear-sighted enough to do so, given the way things were in my universe? I've had to share this information because there are so few Seekers left. Don't screech at me just because you've gotten a late start on the same undertaking.
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It wasn't late. I've been doing this since before I was in university! I am just
[ It ends there for a moment, something sent too early as Starscream tries to calm himself back down. It's- Hard. Thundercracker would usually be here to help, to defuse him, to stroke a hand down between his wings and release some of that clawing pressure. ]
I am trying. To engage with you on neutral terms, on a neutral topic, and I happen to like archiving information on Seeker history and culture to consolidate it. Don't
[ Another too long pause. ]
This document needs to be from both of us. It has to cover everything.
I spent too fragging long trying to claw bits of my OWN HERITAGE from others who wouldn't give it to me for this.
[ The long pause this time is on Starscream's end... that message is regarded with no small amount of suspicion. And text is... sure to convey the wrong message, so he switches to voice, his tone carefully level. Skeptical, cautious, but not aggressive. ]
You have never expressed an interest in my input on anything before. You cannot possibly be surprised that open and honest collaboration was not my first assumption of your intent.
[ Their neutrality had only ever been the result of them staying far away from each other whenever possible, not an explicit agreement. ]
...Usually, I wouldn't. [ Starscream's voice is tight, but clearly not with anger. The thread in it is still more upset than anything else, though he tries to keep it from wavering. ]
But this is important. Even if it doesn't all end up in the final document I hand out, it's crucial to have it all in one place.
I don't want them to have just a partial picture. [ This is more than important; this is personal. Even if he hadn't intended for it to be. ]
[ Starscream sends the location ping for a meeting room on the observation deck level, that's usually marked as clearance only and off limits to the general ship. ]
Here will do. It has data facilities, and privacy.
[ Time to make a stop and pick up some engex, then. It's from his own stash, but thankfully nothing too intense, leaving pilfered high-octane from a past member of the Brigade at home.
He knocks on the door when he arrives, bottle and a pair of glasses in hand, assuming his double has already gotten there first. ]
[ Since he had not needed to stop anywhere first, Starscream has indeed arrived first, and used his security clearance to override the room's restrictions. There's nothing sensitive stored in here, simply it's a "non-pedestrian" area, so he's right that they won't have to worry about someone stumbling into their meeting with an interruption. There's also a couple consoles and some screens, which he thought might be useful if they're sharing files, rather than passing datapads back and forth. ]
[ He sets down the engex and the glasses on the table first, all Winglord poise and posture… And then promptly spills no less than three different datapads next to it all from his subspace, just like the academia years that this project has called to mind. Having someone to chat it over with, no matter how hostile, doesn’t help dispel it.
He snatches his own datapad from the table - identifiable by the scrawled etchings of tetrajets on the back courtesy of Skywarp - and leaves the rest. ]
That one, [ He indicates, ] Has everything relevant from my personal 'pad on it, plus everything you’ve told me so far, but it’s not organized yet. I’ve been using that one over there for organization- And it all gets backed up in no less than three different places. Including my own tablet.
[ The thought has percolating for a while, but Starscream is abruptly struck by how much younger his counterpart seems in comparison to himself. When was the last time he'd been that exuberant about sharing something with another? That eager to share a common goal with someone? When had he last felt any delight in his goals, instead of only a grim determination...
Starscream pushes the useless thoughts away, reaches out and picks up the datapad that his other had been using to organize the differences coming up between their worlds. ]
At one time there was an Adjuvant's position in Vos... a Seeker who served directly under the Winglord, and whose role it was to centralize this sort information. A dedicated scribe, if you will. It was also their responsibility to enact a convocation if the Winglord was died outside of a Challenge.
[ Starscream snorts. ] As if I'd trust anyone else to be so thorough.
...Perhaps your position held a council, perhaps it's even meant to, but Comet ruled alone and so have I. [ The tone is nothing but thoughtful, the younger Winglord staring off into space a moment as he turns an idea or two over in his head. The war isn't here. The Brigade would be too small to enact such a thing, but... Something for the future, perhaps. ] I'm not even sure if Comet had a trine. Intensely private mech.
[ He shakes his head. ] Regardless. In my experience a lot of Vosnian Seekers were only concerned with Vos. I have details on Kalisian practices, Tarnish, a little smattering of other variants in the culture... Comet was from Tarn, after all. A fair few important Seekers were from Kalis. We can't afford to leave out anything.
[ mildly irritated: ] Didn't you just squall at me not even an hour ago, thinking that I would take all my knowledge to the Pit if I didn't make provisions to share it?
There is no Winglord council or conclave, there never has been, but there was a time where not every single fragging thing needed to be done personally. Some things could be delegated; there had once been support.
[ He doesn't want to start another argument though... honestly he doesn't. He reaches instead for one of the glasses, picking up the engex that has been supplied. His counterpart has mentioned Kalis multiple times, but this is a first for Tarn, he thinks. ]
While Seekers could have sparked in any of the city-states, the majority of them came from Vos, which is why most Cold Constructed Seekers were also produced in Vos. In my universe, there was never any significant Seeker cultural communities outside of Vos... the Senate's enforcement of flight frames in general was too heavily restricted, so most came to Vos if they were able. But certainly there were shared traits common to those who came from Iacon or Helex or wherever.
I didn't say that wasn't sharing. I just don't trust anyone else in the writing. Too much fragging censorship and leaving important things out, even from other Seekers... [ Defensive: ] I'm more than happy to teach anyone interested!
...Mmh. There were a fair amount of cold-constructed in other city-states, but you're right that the majority were created in Vos. The majority of Seekers period came from Vos. Nobody ever could come up with a reasonable explanation as to why the hot spots produced the most there.
You aren't wrong about that. [ Starscream puts his stylus in his mouth as he scrolls through his own datapad, worrying at it a little as he reviews. ] A lot did go to Vos- But Vos had its own restrictions, and frag you if you fell outside them! No wonder mechs went elsewhere. I would have too.
The most significant community of Seekers outside of Vos was in Kalis, as I'm sure I've mentioned, and they tended to take a fair amount of runoff from those who couldn't or wouldn't handle Vos' expected social norms. They had a lot of their own culture, often compensating for the restriction of airspace, but also didn't put nearly as much emphasis on things like trines. ...Skywarp was created in Kalis. He had his enclave's striping on his back even once he'd been acclimated to the army, though he switched the paint so it was only visible with ultraviolet.
[ immediately: ] Mineralogical content. Spark types can be influenced by the composition and density of the regions in which they are drawn upward from the Well. Where certain types of elemental compounds are higher, it predisposes certain Hot Spots to more heavily produce frames styles which best take advantage of that.
It's why we started extensive geological testing after the new Hot Spot was found in Stanix, and how we eventually came to the conclusion that we'd need kyberite to substitute for the lack of natural tutonium. Knock Out is forever going on about how we should try to import substitutes for other depleted planetary elements.
[ Starscream shrugs a little, wings flexing. True, Vos had some very particular customs, but then Starscream was Vosian... he had never known a time where he didn't have to follow those, except after Vos fell, and by then the behaviours were so ingrained that he never gave them a second thought.
Long talons flex around the glass at mention of Skywarp. His gaze strays to his own wrists, once marked with purple and blue as well as red. Not on this frame, he'd only taken this one after, but the colours still superimpose themselves in his mind's eye. ]
Mm. It makes sense for Kalis to have its own strata, being so close to Iacon.
Really? Interesting. [ He pulls the stylus out of his mouth. Cue furious scribbling. ] I don't know if that's the same where I'm from... But I never did get that that degree in geology I wanted. [ Skyfire may have known... But Starscream can't remember him ever mentioning it. Maybe it's just because thoughts of him are so tainted by frost. He just doesn't know.
Of course, one Starscream's silver wrists are unlike the other's sapphire blue. Except... Except, that one's forgotten to hide something. Forgot to keep that one wrist turned just so. The underside of his right wrist, silver in a Vosnian mark, declaring to himself and whoever saw it exactly what sacred rules he violated. Knock Out may have given him the salve, but he still hadn't used it there.
Trinebreaker. ]
I visited both before the war. Kalis and Vos, that is. They both had their positives, and their negatives.
A degree in geology, hm? Doesn't seem to fit with the rest of your—
[ A vague gesture as if to encompass the other science his counterpart seemed so keen on. ]
—chosen academia.
[ His gaze settles on the etched brand there, proclaiming its wretched status. Be careful you do not wear that mark for the wrong reasons... is what he wants to say, but Starscream knows no matter how tacitly he phrases it, nor how genuinely the warning might be meant, his counterpart will react poorly to it. And so in interests of not shattering a still-fragile accord, he says nothing.
He flicks rapidly through the files on his datapad and then uploads to the larger screen, an overhead city map of Vos from prior to the war. The Royal District in the center with the Winglord's Citadel, ringed outward by eight other districts. ]
But my primary intention was to either teach, or continue... Continue exploring other planets. If I could. It's the reason my engines can break atmosphere; I was doing it to fund my studies. [ His voice morphs into something subdued, and for a moment he doesn't look at much of anything. Too many thoughts, and all of them soaked in ice.
He doesn't even notice that his counterpart has seen his wrist.
Instead, he stands, a spark of bright curiosity in his optics, at the sight of Vos. ] That's not like the Vos I know- Well, not quite. A Royal District? Interesting. The Senate's seat of power in Vos was... Here. Not quite in the same place, but rather close I think.
[ His hand drifts, coasting over two places on the map. Skyfire had lived there. Thundercracker had trained in swordplay here. It was... A sliver of old memories that he only got secondhand. ]
[ Yet more differences manifesting between them. His own flirtation with attending the university in Iacon had been brief, and ultimately left by the wayside of more targeted avenues to power. ]
That is an intriguing ability. Not one that I've had, even when my frame more closely resembled yours. A relatively recent upgrade has given this frame longer spaceflight capability, but not enough to get through atmosphere.
[ Starscream looks at the map of Vos; his expression is controlled, but still resigned. ]
The "Royal" district is only named so for the Citadel. The Senatorial grounds were in the Perihelion District, along with most of the other political holdings.
[ But of course, power had been the farthest thing from this Starscream's mind at the time. Power came later. Power came with the Decepticons. ]
I made the modifications myself. You used to..? [ He considers it, looking at his counterpart as if trying to imagine him in the same colours, in a similar blocky frame. He can't quite do it. ] Interesting.
Course, we didn't have any such Citadel, which is probably the reason for the difference... There was a military school here, fed directly into the Air Force. Was it there for you too? [ He taps it on the map. ] Course, only open to citizens of Vos. Pah. Not enough focus on the sciences there, anyway.
This wasn't the frame I was originally constructed with. My original one looked much more like yours, one of the standard Cold templates used for Seekers during that era.
[ He'd had modification done even back then, wherever he could find funds and means to do so. Trying to make himself "fit" into a frame that was bland, and boring, and generic. It had felt wrong. In Vos, such modifications were not prohibited the way they were in other parts of Cybertron, where jets and shuttles were just meant to be accessories for industry and military. In Vos they'd clawed back some semblance of autonomy. ]
It makes sense that you wouldn't have a Citadel, if the Winglord position had been so thoroughly voided under Senate rule. The military academy was in the Vector district, which was also later where Air Command was built. My Vos was organized mostly by motif, grouping sections of the city together more cohesively. But you're right that our sciences were never on par with those in Iacon.
Our academy was not restricted by Vosian citizenship, although most wanted to become citizens because of the protections it offered fliers.
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Assassination was always a possibility, of course, but there are strict rules in place that prevent the title from being claimed that way. Otherwise all you'd end up with is a Winglord with the deepest subspaces who could hire the best assassin. So the Winglord can only be deposed in a flight combat victory.
That was the original purpose of the Winglord, after all: the best flier of Vos bears responsibility for all the others' wellbeing.
Is all of this for your file?
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…For Comet…
They loved him too much. We all loved him. One of our best.
[ He almost makes a note about how an aerial battle would have been beyond Comet’s capabilities that early in the war… But decides otherwise. There’d been a reason it had been kept so quiet. ]
You can buy out some people. You cannot buy out as many Seekers as there used to be. As I said, legal assassination is too light a term. We both know we run in groups. More like… Ides of March, if you know the human term. But no elites. No council. Just Comet submitting to the idea that even the least of us could tear him down if he failed.
…And yes, mostly. I will admit I have an interest beyond that; the differences are fascinating. I could write a paper on all this slag, though citations would be a nightmare.
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I am not your social studies project, Starscream. If you want to learn about Vos as it is in my world for some relevance, that's one thing. But I have better things to do than storytell for you just to relieve your boredom.
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It was never about boredom. ]
Then fine, let all your histories end with you, if you're so keen on keeping them to yourself.
At least I'm writing these things down. At least they will survive me. At least the Seekers here will learn what my people used to be.
Don't you dare disparage my interest when all I want to do is make sure we aren't the last.
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Don't start with your fragging dramatics yet again, when all I asked is to know what role you intended the information I'm providing to have.
And what makes you think I haven't organized many, many provisions over the eons to ensure this information isn't lost? You assume I wasn't clear-sighted enough to do so, given the way things were in my universe? I've had to share this information because there are so few Seekers left. Don't screech at me just because you've gotten a late start on the same undertaking.
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[ It ends there for a moment, something sent too early as Starscream tries to calm himself back down. It's- Hard. Thundercracker would usually be here to help, to defuse him, to stroke a hand down between his wings and release some of that clawing pressure. ]
I am trying. To engage with you on neutral terms, on a neutral topic, and I happen to like archiving information on Seeker history and culture to consolidate it. Don't
[ Another too long pause. ]
This document needs to be from both of us. It has to cover everything.
I spent too fragging long trying to claw bits of my OWN HERITAGE from others who wouldn't give it to me for this.
—>voice;
You have never expressed an interest in my input on anything before. You cannot possibly be surprised that open and honest collaboration was not my first assumption of your intent.
[ Their neutrality had only ever been the result of them staying far away from each other whenever possible, not an explicit agreement. ]
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But this is important. Even if it doesn't all end up in the final document I hand out, it's crucial to have it all in one place.
I don't want them to have just a partial picture. [ This is more than important; this is personal. Even if he hadn't intended for it to be. ]
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[ Despite the verbal eyeroll there, it lacks bite. ]
Very well. I'll give you whatever information you need to complete your project.
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[ Rare, from him, and rarer still towards his counterpart. But it feels needed. What a narrow save. ]
We should go over this face to face, at some point. ...Over drinks? Not at Mac's.
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[ Starscream sends the location ping for a meeting room on the observation deck level, that's usually marked as clearance only and off limits to the general ship. ]
Here will do. It has data facilities, and privacy.
[ pause ]
The drinks are probably a good idea.
audio -> action?
[ Time to make a stop and pick up some engex, then. It's from his own stash, but thankfully nothing too intense, leaving pilfered high-octane from a past member of the Brigade at home.
He knocks on the door when he arrives, bottle and a pair of glasses in hand, assuming his double has already gotten there first. ]
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Does this suit?
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[ He sets down the engex and the glasses on the table first, all Winglord poise and posture… And then promptly spills no less than three different datapads next to it all from his subspace, just like the academia years that this project has called to mind. Having someone to chat it over with, no matter how hostile, doesn’t help dispel it.
He snatches his own datapad from the table - identifiable by the scrawled etchings of tetrajets on the back courtesy of Skywarp - and leaves the rest. ]
That one, [ He indicates, ] Has everything relevant from my personal 'pad on it, plus everything you’ve told me so far, but it’s not organized yet. I’ve been using that one over there for organization- And it all gets backed up in no less than three different places. Including my own tablet.
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Starscream pushes the useless thoughts away, reaches out and picks up the datapad that his other had been using to organize the differences coming up between their worlds. ]
At one time there was an Adjuvant's position in Vos... a Seeker who served directly under the Winglord, and whose role it was to centralize this sort information. A dedicated scribe, if you will. It was also their responsibility to enact a convocation if the Winglord was died outside of a Challenge.
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...Perhaps your position held a council, perhaps it's even meant to, but Comet ruled alone and so have I. [ The tone is nothing but thoughtful, the younger Winglord staring off into space a moment as he turns an idea or two over in his head. The war isn't here. The Brigade would be too small to enact such a thing, but... Something for the future, perhaps. ] I'm not even sure if Comet had a trine. Intensely private mech.
[ He shakes his head. ] Regardless. In my experience a lot of Vosnian Seekers were only concerned with Vos. I have details on Kalisian practices, Tarnish, a little smattering of other variants in the culture... Comet was from Tarn, after all. A fair few important Seekers were from Kalis. We can't afford to leave out anything.
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There is no Winglord council or conclave, there never has been, but there was a time where not every single fragging thing needed to be done personally. Some things could be delegated; there had once been support.
[ He doesn't want to start another argument though... honestly he doesn't. He reaches instead for one of the glasses, picking up the engex that has been supplied. His counterpart has mentioned Kalis multiple times, but this is a first for Tarn, he thinks. ]
While Seekers could have sparked in any of the city-states, the majority of them came from Vos, which is why most Cold Constructed Seekers were also produced in Vos. In my universe, there was never any significant Seeker cultural communities outside of Vos... the Senate's enforcement of flight frames in general was too heavily restricted, so most came to Vos if they were able. But certainly there were shared traits common to those who came from Iacon or Helex or wherever.
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...Mmh. There were a fair amount of cold-constructed in other city-states, but you're right that the majority were created in Vos. The majority of Seekers period came from Vos. Nobody ever could come up with a reasonable explanation as to why the hot spots produced the most there.
You aren't wrong about that. [ Starscream puts his stylus in his mouth as he scrolls through his own datapad, worrying at it a little as he reviews. ] A lot did go to Vos- But Vos had its own restrictions, and frag you if you fell outside them! No wonder mechs went elsewhere. I would have too.
The most significant community of Seekers outside of Vos was in Kalis, as I'm sure I've mentioned, and they tended to take a fair amount of runoff from those who couldn't or wouldn't handle Vos' expected social norms. They had a lot of their own culture, often compensating for the restriction of airspace, but also didn't put nearly as much emphasis on things like trines. ...Skywarp was created in Kalis. He had his enclave's striping on his back even once he'd been acclimated to the army, though he switched the paint so it was only visible with ultraviolet.
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It's why we started extensive geological testing after the new Hot Spot was found in Stanix, and how we eventually came to the conclusion that we'd need kyberite to substitute for the lack of natural tutonium. Knock Out is forever going on about how we should try to import substitutes for other depleted planetary elements.
[ Starscream shrugs a little, wings flexing. True, Vos had some very particular customs, but then Starscream was Vosian... he had never known a time where he didn't have to follow those, except after Vos fell, and by then the behaviours were so ingrained that he never gave them a second thought.
Long talons flex around the glass at mention of Skywarp. His gaze strays to his own wrists, once marked with purple and blue as well as red. Not on this frame, he'd only taken this one after, but the colours still superimpose themselves in his mind's eye. ]
Mm. It makes sense for Kalis to have its own strata, being so close to Iacon.
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Of course, one Starscream's silver wrists are unlike the other's sapphire blue. Except... Except, that one's forgotten to hide something. Forgot to keep that one wrist turned just so. The underside of his right wrist, silver in a Vosnian mark, declaring to himself and whoever saw it exactly what sacred rules he violated. Knock Out may have given him the salve, but he still hadn't used it there.
Trinebreaker. ]
I visited both before the war. Kalis and Vos, that is. They both had their positives, and their negatives.
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[ A vague gesture as if to encompass the other science his counterpart seemed so keen on. ]
—chosen academia.
[ His gaze settles on the etched brand there, proclaiming its wretched status. Be careful you do not wear that mark for the wrong reasons... is what he wants to say, but Starscream knows no matter how tacitly he phrases it, nor how genuinely the warning might be meant, his counterpart will react poorly to it. And so in interests of not shattering a still-fragile accord, he says nothing.
He flicks rapidly through the files on his datapad and then uploads to the larger screen, an overhead city map of Vos from prior to the war. The Royal District in the center with the Winglord's Citadel, ringed outward by eight other districts. ]
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But my primary intention was to either teach, or continue... Continue exploring other planets. If I could. It's the reason my engines can break atmosphere; I was doing it to fund my studies. [ His voice morphs into something subdued, and for a moment he doesn't look at much of anything. Too many thoughts, and all of them soaked in ice.
He doesn't even notice that his counterpart has seen his wrist.
Instead, he stands, a spark of bright curiosity in his optics, at the sight of Vos. ] That's not like the Vos I know- Well, not quite. A Royal District? Interesting. The Senate's seat of power in Vos was... Here. Not quite in the same place, but rather close I think.
[ His hand drifts, coasting over two places on the map. Skyfire had lived there. Thundercracker had trained in swordplay here. It was... A sliver of old memories that he only got secondhand. ]
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That is an intriguing ability. Not one that I've had, even when my frame more closely resembled yours. A relatively recent upgrade has given this frame longer spaceflight capability, but not enough to get through atmosphere.
[ Starscream looks at the map of Vos; his expression is controlled, but still resigned. ]
The "Royal" district is only named so for the Citadel. The Senatorial grounds were in the Perihelion District, along with most of the other political holdings.
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I made the modifications myself. You used to..? [ He considers it, looking at his counterpart as if trying to imagine him in the same colours, in a similar blocky frame. He can't quite do it. ] Interesting.
Course, we didn't have any such Citadel, which is probably the reason for the difference... There was a military school here, fed directly into the Air Force. Was it there for you too? [ He taps it on the map. ] Course, only open to citizens of Vos. Pah. Not enough focus on the sciences there, anyway.
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[ He'd had modification done even back then, wherever he could find funds and means to do so. Trying to make himself "fit" into a frame that was bland, and boring, and generic. It had felt wrong. In Vos, such modifications were not prohibited the way they were in other parts of Cybertron, where jets and shuttles were just meant to be accessories for industry and military. In Vos they'd clawed back some semblance of autonomy. ]
It makes sense that you wouldn't have a Citadel, if the Winglord position had been so thoroughly voided under Senate rule. The military academy was in the Vector district, which was also later where Air Command was built. My Vos was organized mostly by motif, grouping sections of the city together more cohesively. But you're right that our sciences were never on par with those in Iacon.
Our academy was not restricted by Vosian citizenship, although most wanted to become citizens because of the protections it offered fliers.
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