crux_fleet | [ 001 Ϟ VIDEO ] What do I gotta do to get a drink around here?

[ This little adventure? Not exactly the vacation of a lifetime. Flashpoint's never missed her flask of engex more than now. She needs a drink, or she's gonna start rubbing the enamel clean off her faceplates. Sharing hangar number-why-do-they-need-this-many-hangars with Deadlock hasn't exactly encouraged peace-of-mind inducing solid recharge. Two extremely long weeks later she's finally got her own place though, and HELL YES the fabricators sure do make energon as well as organic food. There's just one critical problem. ]

[ They don't make booze. Apparently engex was not high on the engineering staff's list of quality of life enhancements for Cybertronians. Well, frag that. She'll just make her own. Uh. Somehow... ]

So. My people subsist on energon and the oh-so-kind engineers here have programmed the fabricators to make it but...

Mmmm...

I'm hoping to modify the formula. A little variety shall we say? Increased, uh, 'potency' most definitely.

[ Hopefully with inebriating effects. Hey, no one said it wasn't legal! Right? ]

Not a scientist though. Anyone give me a hand?

[ Yes, she really is asking for help making moonshine. ]

[And if this broadcast had fine print it would read 'proceed at your own risk; energon has explosive tendencies' but fine print means caution and caution + Flashpoint aren't exactly a common package deal.]

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[Shut up with your logic Sentinel she was just telling you not to go there. And you didn't so she wins.]

[She can feel the angry and frustration and anger though, it's sharp in his EM field which she's too close to ignore it. It pegs her with a twinge of guilt, the situation too like Splice treating her like spare parts while her spark still guttered with vestiges of life.]

Hope we have an understanding then. [Grumble.] You better understand something else tho. Not doing this because you're Prime. Not cuz you're higher ranked or cuz you deserve it thanks to some candy-aft social privilege rustwash. Because you don't. [Sorry Sentinel she's tellin' it like it is.] I'm doing it because I've been in your position before and nobody deserves that.

[GOOD FEEL SORRY FOR HIM, FEEL EMPATHY FOR YOUR PRIME ~~cause he certainly won't for you~~]

I don't care. Finish the job.

[You're not her Prime Sentinel, not til you EARN it you loser!]

I bet you'd care if I just up and left.

[YOU'RE TEMPTING HER. >BT ]

[Welp that's most of the extremities done, lines patched and even some of the moving parts cleared for better mobility. Well, where the gears and gimbals were salvageable anyway. Time to dive into the rest of it which is arguably the harder part.]

[he will not say anything just STEW ANGRILY

you are the worst autobot he's SO BUTTMAD]

[Chapping Sentinel's aft is not something she should be proud of...but then Flashpoint does a lot of questionable things.]

It ever occur to you that you wouldn't have ended up dead if you'd been a more decent mech?

[Not that Flashpoint can talk much, but whatever. She is twice his age and never (technically) died so clearly she wins.]

[Also hello this is the kinda grizzly maybe-sorta intimate part where she gets into the chestplate and lower chassis to check the fuel system integrity, hope you're prepared Sentinel.]

You're looking at everything with hindsight.

[that's all he's saying. he doesn't regret what he did at all and would rather be having this conversation while she's not wrist deep in him.]

[She sighs, though this time it's not at him, just...everything.]

Damn right I am. [mutter.] Sometimes I think the real losers in war are the ones that have to live with themselves afterward.

[Uh, whoops. Was that her outside voice? WELP.]

Maybe you can learn something from all this, sooner than I......

[That sure is her trailing off into confusion, staring into his open chassis.]

[welp

he has some idea of what the problem is. maybe he'll luck out and it'll just be rust instead of the whole not really owning the matrix thing.

sentinel stays quiet, wondering if it would be in bad taste to pretend to pass out again.

shit]

[He's got more idea than Flashpoint does, a lot more. She's got some notion that he's a Prime and therefore should, ya know, have something occupying his chest cavity besides his spark chamber. And she sort of expected, well, something special to accompany that. Energy readings or something? A tingly sorta awe at something so much existentially bigger than herself? How many normal mechs got to see the Matrix up close?

M-maybe she's got this wrong. Not like she's ever examine a Prime before. Where the hell else could he store it?]

Uuuhhh...

Was gonna ask, if I, ya know, had to like, avoid certain parts...

But um. That'd mean. I'd have to know...where they are?

[That sure is her head scratching in confusion and smearing energon on herself in the process. SO charming.]

No.

[oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god]

No? Like 'No, I don't have to avoid them', or 'No, there's nothing to avoid'?

Cuz ya know...there's supposed to be a Matrix in here and I don't want to go screwing things up because I cross some important wires or something. [Don't mind her as she tries to dig a little deeper. You don't mind, right Sentinel?]

Seriously what the frag? Ya store it in your aft or somethin'?

[Well, that would explain some things...]

[fuck FUCK FUCK]

The status of the Matrix is on a need to know basis. Do what you have to do.

Uh. Kinda need to know here. If I'm gonna fix all this. Ya don't want me to accidentally damage it do you?

[Seriously this is getting ridiculous. Any why are his vitals totally freaking out...?]

...

Wait a minute.

[STARE.]

You don't have...do you?

You cannot damage it

[BECAUSE IT'S NOT THERE but he's not saying anything else. just. trying to avoid the obvious.....]

....

[Have a cold, dead stare Sentinel. She's not moving or finishing fixing you up until she gets the real deal. GET YER TONGUE FLAPPING SIR or she's gonna attach it to your kneecaps.]

[UM

UHHHHHHHH]

It must've been lost in transit.

[NAILED IT.]

You're not serious.

[She's not sure what's more unbelievable, a Prime with no matrix, or that story.]

[ 001 Ϟ VIDEO ] What do I gotta do to get a drink around here?

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Not!Matrix discovery imminent.

SHIT SHIT ITS IN MY OTHER PANTS OK

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