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*jaw is set and optics steady, though she's starting to feel just a tiny bit sick* So - Roddy, somebody, any chance I can borrow a medic?

And... *attempt at a smile, holding out a smallish-sized box* I tried the cake idea, but I don't know how well it worked. You could always use it as a missile if it didn't...happy birthday, guys.

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*sharply, coldly angry* //We've got Void's version of Scourge terrified and bleeding to death on the floor, and he wants mine and Scourge's wings as forfeit for letting him go. Galvatron's not giving him either, and I'm only losing my wings if I can beat Void over the head with them.//

*deep, pregnant pause*

//ETA twelve hundred astroseconds.// *suddenly as businesslike and martial as 'Boots has perhaps ever heard from him*

*Eleven hundred and sixteen astroseconds later, Rodimus comes careening into the room, skidding to a halt like an action hero.*

Scourge sees him out of the corner of his optics and shrieks, going on his knees and putting his forehead to the floor* My lord, I'm sorry, they didn't tell me what they were doing, just give us a little more time! *flicks a glance at Galvatron's cannon*

*grabs Scourge's shoulder and yanks him semi-upright* You kneel to no-one but me! *snarling*

*looks at Rodimus* Prime! I never thought I'd be so pleased to see you. *crooked grin*

*is yanked up, gasping and staring at Rodimus* ...Rodimus is the Prime? *oh Primus, what has he flown into now?*

*croushes next to him* I promised you were safe here, remember? And Galvatron's here. If you don't trust me, you have to trust him.

But you said Rodimus was destroyed. *doesn't understand what's going on here at all* How can he be Prime?

No, sweetheart, I said he and Galvatron destroyed Unicron - Roddy never got turned like Void did. He said no. *wing carefully goes around his back, not touching*

*shakes his head* Rodimus didn't have a choice. The Matrix was corrupted. This one...is pure.

This one didn't get messed with first. Galvatron wouldn't let Unicron have it. *practically glows with pride*

*stares in amazement, tasting the name on his glossa* Rodimus Prime. Incredible.

Our Rodimus was true to his trust! *shoots a quick, teasing glance at Rodimus* Well, mostly, at any rate...

Look at him, Scourge. This is what your Void should have been! *points at Rodimus, who is looking all heroic and fierce and about as far from an evil sadist as one can get*

*just stares at this...abberation in the natural order of the universe* How?

You did some creative reinterpretation of your job, too. *pokes glossa out, completely ruining the "heroic and fierce" thing*

*looks startled at the praise, then grins in a rather 'aw shucks' fashion*

*returns the grin* Someone's got to clean up your messes. And anyway, anyone who wants to take Dreadboots's wings is going to have to get through me first.

*blinks at the cowering being on the floor - he looks like Scourge, but the Scourge he knows sure wouldn't do that...*

Er... I think we have each other confused with someone else. *cautiously*

*shortly* He thinks you're Void.

*horrified glance*

Practically identical, remember? It's not you, don't worry. *goes to crouch next to Scourge*

*muttered* Still...

He doesn't know you. He thought you were the guy that was going to yank his wings off.

....he was going to what?

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*thin smile* Hey. *nods to Galvatron and Scourge over in the corner* You might want to avoid Scourge for a while. You'd scare him silly right now.

*gracefully steps aside as to not be run over* Welcome, Prime. *she means it too - like her Lord and Emperor, she's more than glad to see him - in a situation like this, it won't hurt to have a Matrix Bearer around*

*breathless grin* Good to see you again, Steadfast. *abbreviated bow*

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