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*Auspex is attempting to study an obscure text. She is somewhat distracted, still reeling a bit about the recent events, the new friend she lost so soon, and what an enigma he was... as well as the experience of having her innate abilities boosted by a Cybertronian with Mini-Con power-augmenting energy, without the need of the specific port that no one in her universe possesses... and a new dent in the wall that needs repair, introduced by a very large helicopter Cybertronian from a very alien universe. It's... been strange lately, even for her.*

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((*grumble* That should be 'sees her as an aunt', since Spike's in the Allspark himself.))

"She died a hero. Though she'll laugh at you for saying it." Ratchet's voice is quiet as he folds his arms over his chest.

"Y' sure attract a lotta dead guys, Priestess," notes Ironhide dryly.

Thrust laughs even louder at this. "I'll belittle all I please, I know him better than most. Starscream takes his position below Megatron lightly, do you think he feels anything but fond possessiveness for Dreadmoon? No, you romanticize him. He knows nothing of love or loyalty." He turns to the Autobot for a moment, shaking his head as if in pity.

"Starscreams don't die heroes. They die fools."

Thrust... don't! *her voice is sharp* While the core nature remains the same, different circumstances shape a person in different ways. You must be careful of judging by the surface only. It can change. *her tone softens again* Please... have some faith in my empathy. I am not blind. I have seen the nature you speak of, but I have also seen more. It has yet to surface, or resurface, in some timelines.

*she acknowledges Ironhide's remark, with a bit of a smile, ignoring the pointed observation at Thrust's state of being. If they can't all sense each other, and/or don't know they're all dead, something is very wrong* Yes, I suppose I do. The Nexus has a way of bringing them in, I think; and so often, they carry pain with them.

*she turns back to address both Autobot free-sparks, though she can only see the one* Pardon me. This is Thrust, one of my frequent visitors. *she eyes him from the corner of her optic* He... is at odds with Starscream, in the universe he lives in. And this is Ratchet, and the presence over there is Ironhide. *Yes, she is also ignoring Thrust's pretense of not knowing Ironhide is there*

As for their universe's air commander... I'm quite sure that gender programming can affect surface personalities as well. *she blinks, looking a little boggled at that train of thought*

-In for a penny, in for a pound,- thinks Ratchet to himself, rerouting the urge to kick Thrust's aft.

"I don't know," he says out loud. "From what I've read about Optimus Prime... he was almost exactly like Prima. Just not as pretty."

"Optimus Prime?!" sputters Ironhide, his 'ewwwww' increasing.

And Ratchet sparks with amusement at the reaction.

"Gender has little to do with treachery." Thrust waves a dismissive hand at the ghosts. "Yes, I know them, if only from archival photos and the Nexus, but I would think someone so high up in the Autobot ranks would know Decepticon when he saw it."

He's not quite sure what's gotten into Ironhide, but it can't be important.

*Auspex raises a brow, clarifying dryly* In some dimensions -- including this one -- *she gestures toward the door, indicating the rest of the planet beyond* - being a fem in itself can be problematic. They are the far minority, and convention dictates pairing with the opposite gender. I can only imagine someone of Starscream's temperament enduring some of the... antics... of would-be suitors. It may affect one's patience, at the least.

*She glances at Ironhide, slightly bemused* Yours is the only female I've heard of, actually. Consider your universe unique. *little smile*

*she blinks at Thrust* What does being a Decepticon have to do with integrity? You can have both.

"Uh yeah... that was somethin' ta see," mutters the unseen spark, remembering the time he'd actually seen Skywarp say something flirtatious to Starscream. Then he raises his voice. "Well if that don't beat all...."

And Ratchet's just going to stand there and scowl with his arms over his windshield.

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"Starscream's had plenty of suitors as it is, I've even met one of them personally. So far Dreadmoon's the only one he's accepted and the rest don't seem to hold him back at all. You create false oppression for him--or her--when Starscream is the creator of his own problems."

He's heard of genderflops before, and to be quite honest doesn't really care. It's no excuse.

*Auspex shakes her head* We are speaking of two different subjects. I only said that it might be a factor affecting outer behavior, not that it was... nor is that relevent to the Starscream that I have had much first-hand experience with. *She sighs, looking up at Thrust wearily* The two of you must drive Dreadmoon to distraction with your rivalry.

Ratchet draws strength from Primus, nodding slightly as he feels the request to come home and wordlessly relays it to Ironhide. -Yes, sir.-

Aloud, he says dryly, "Trust me, Thrust. There's a difference between acting like a little girl and actually being one. But as much as this has been fun we have to run."

Ironhide just sends the feel of a friendly wink to Auspex and disappears.

Thrust smirks, stepping up to her and grinning. "Ah, Autobots. So touchy around criticism. How have you been doing, Auspex?"

Goal completed!

*Not quite... Auspex adresses the remaining free-spark* Ah. Primus is calling you back... thank you for the news, Ratchet. I... can only hope, if the collective sparks can't find him, that he's... been restored to life, somehow. If-- *if he still exists? That's not terribly optimistic* --he still has access to the Nexus, he may appear there... I will keep watch for him.

*Her initial reply to Thrust is a tired sigh* You have poor grace at times, my friend.

"Criticism nothing," says Ratchet calmly, even a little cheerfully. "There's no point in talking when I'm just wasting my breath."

Then he gently lifts Auspex to her feet and puts his arms around her, feeling their boss touch her with comfort and reassurance... and wonders at the thought that there's anticipation there too. -Just what are you doing, sir?-

"This has been hard on you," he says softly, his hand smoothing her back in a fatherly manner. "But I think it's nearly over. And remember... neither our boss or his makes any junk. Teletraan's somewhere."

"You're a ghost, you don't breath anyway." Thrust again steps up, halfway into pushing Ratchet out of the way. "I do believe you said you were leaving?"

No. His.

*Auspex accepts Ratchet's hug with gratitude, as she also takes in Primus's comfort, and notes his anticipation. I await your direction, my lord.

*She nods mutely at Ratchet's reassurance* I know. I only hope to see him, and hopefully in the form of one of Primus' own, to match his spark. Thank you, Ratch--

*She breaks off, turning aside a bit to stare disconcertedly at Thrust, with wide optics. She is stunned at the level of possessiveness in his emotion, and her optics flicker in incredulity. It takes a moment or two for her to recover; she holds her reaction for the time being, and turns back to Ratchet, with a nod* Thank you. I'll be all right.

The free spark hesitates slightly as he sees her stare at Thrust. But he's being called, and he can hear other voices joining the boss's. So he gently kisses Auspex on the forehead.

And is gone.

Thrust makes a noise of disgust. "They're simpletons even for Autobots. One wonders how they even function."

His irritated demeanor dissipates and he bows low to Auspex. "I'm sorry, I haven't greeted you properly yet."

*She's resumed her disbelieving stare, too caught up in bewilderment to even return his unusually respectful bow (to make up for his behavior, she wonders? As if that would just smooth everything over?) with a nod of her own.*

Thrust...? Tell me why you have acted in this manner. *her speech is more formal, the sort she uses with someone she's just met... because she's not sure if she really knows what just happened here. Her voice is emotionless; simply soft, and somewhat distant*

"I simply wanted to chase away those idiots bothering you." He raises his head again but remains in a respectful pose. "They would fill your head with lies, priestess."

*Her optics flicker out a moment, as she draws on Primus' patience. It would not do to verbally lash out at her charge, as much as she would like to... but she must wonder at times if he is purposefully being a fool*

*Her voice is somewhat leaden* They are my lord's people, Thrust. They serve as messengers for the Allspark. They were bringing me news of... admittedly, one of the stranger sparks I've encountered in the Nexus, but one that has caused me much concern, of late... I needed to hear that news, and receive that reassurance.

*she hesitates, a troubled silence following*

"Doesn't Primus give you news of the Allspark? It seems strange that he would need to send mere mortals to do his bidding instead." Thrust tilts his head ever so slightly, feigning innocent confusion.

*She nearly growls in annoyance, as his emotional aspect is anything but innocent or confused* Don't toy with me, Thrust. I do not question how news is sent, I only know that it is. And there are times when a physical embrace is comforting, and I will accept one from whomever sincerely offers it. Though-- *she glances at him sharply, tone matching* it seems to trouble you inordinantly much, and I find it somewhat disturbing. Might you perhaps explain that?

"You'd be better off questioning all that you can, especially from suspicious sources. Or do you think Decepticons are the only ones who lie." He doesn't trust the hug either; he remembers how Jetstorm was around her.

"I was only concerned for your safety."

When my god explicitly tells me that he has sent someone to me, I tend to believe him. You wish me to question Primus? That is foolish. *she gingerly returns to her seat, to avoid pacing; it is evident that she is distressed, and that Thrust is not helping. Whether he will recognize that for himself remains to be seen*

*Her optics dim* Concerned for my safety? Primus watches over me... how much safer could I be? I am not a warrior, Thrust, but neither am I a fool. I can sense lies, or any ill will directed at me, and I will avoid it, if necessary. But neither will I shun those who have the capacity to injure me. Why do you think I trust you? Certainly not because you are innocent, or honest, or even well-meaning toward me, at times.

"I would actually consider that proof of your strange taste in companions. You know I would never harm you, but in theory I could mean you ill. Might I remind you of your experiences with Jetstorm? His feelings towards you are far from healthy."

He turns for a small moment, then profers a small container of red energon chips. Thrust always brings gifts.

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