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*Auspex PINpoints in, the Megatron/Oriana fusion, as well as the female Starscream's shell, in tow.

She hasn't had much practice with the teleportation devices, and finds herself in the main sanctuary, rather than a guest room, and Megatron's too heavy to move very far; she can only prop him up against the wall in one of the quiet niches scattered here and there around the room. Starscream's frame, though smaller, is no easier; Auspex does, at least, manage to tug her shell into the neighboring niche.

Deciding that's the best she can do, she hurries to retrieve an energon cube from her store, returning momentarily, to crouch beside Megatron. If she can coax him into something approaching a functional state, he may drink it. Otherwise, she'll have to find a fuel port, and poking around on an unfamiliar mech's persons is not something she's terribly fond of doing. This is assuming, of course, that he's merely low on energy, and not worse...*

*She sighs softly* Megatron? Oriana? I hope you have some reserves, somewhere...

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Hmm... *she watches Skywarp absently for a moment, before turning a perplexed look toward Starscream* I thought... you weren't in the Nexus.

*she blinks for a moment as Hormah makes her announcement* Well... I suppose they'll be all right. But how did you find Skywarp, in the first place?

Skywarp paces back towards the conversation, glancing around now that he can see his surroundings without interference. At Auspex's question, he looks to Hormah thoughtfully. "Good question."

"I walks t'rough 'at part 'o t' Nexus all t' time," says Hormah, nodding toward the ghost. "She was after dyin' over by t'em vendin' machines, so I guesses she went back t'ere fer somet'in' 'er udder."

*She blinks again, at Skywarp this time, finding his comment somewhat unexpected* It... depends on how visibly you were reacting, of course.

*Auspex glances between Hormah and Skywarp, catching the hints of familiarity, though it's not definite enough to be certain* I take it you've met before, then? I know there was... the second couch incident, at least.

*she glances over in Starscream's general vicinity* You went back? Hadn't you already returned home?

"Hm." He can't deny that his reaction was obvious to anyone who glanced at him, and yet Skywarp doesn't buy that answer.

"I've had... dealings... with her creator," he says, glancing at Hormah. He still can't trust the Minicon hybrid. The dark-coloured jet looks down at his hands and flexes them absently. "Unfortunately, that includes her."

Hormah gives him a hearty bronx cheer, her usual suspicion and distrust rising up, though it can't suppress a hint of amusement as she thinks of Blackout's fixation on a mech shorter than herself. "T'boss's after sayin' t' bring ye along if ye's wantin' t' see 'er."

Confusion comes from Starscream, and her voice comes sounds like the faint echo of a memory as she says, "I don't remember...."

*Auspex tilts her head, mildly bemused at Skywarp's skepticism* Primus could easily have arranged for Hormah to come there. That would be an effective way to bring Starscream here...

*finding Skywarp's specific choice of words ambiguous, she turns her senses more toward his emotions, in an attempt to discern his attitude toward Blackout; she pauses, then, as Hormah mentions taking Skywarp with her. Apparently, said attitude toward Blackout is not completely negative, if at all, though the mutual suspicion between Skywarp and Hormah is readily apparent* You trust Blackout more than you trust Hormah? Why is that? *she's being blunt, again, but there is no hint of accusation in her tone*

*meanwhile, she is puzzled at Starscream* Your most recent memories should be there in your spark... there must be something you remember. *she'll give Starscream as long as she can, before mentioning Megatron's presence, here; she's frightened enough already*

Skywarp gives a grim chuckle. "That's what I was afraid of," he tells Auspex. He's not going to answer yet, though that invitation is interesting. And part of him likes the idea - likes Blackout, rather, but he's tired and shaken and not at all certain he wants to face her in this condition.

He pauses and frowns at Auspex for a minute before he decides to answer. "Simple, priestess. Because this one seems to know more than she should about certain... issues... we've been having, and then she happens to be passing through when Starscream makes her move. Blackout knows nothing." As far as he can tell. And Blackout is at least a Decepticon; he thinks he can read Decepticons, definitely better than some Minicon knockoff. He still mistrusts her because she's another Decepticon, of course, but there's respect and some hesitant liking, too.

Hormah, meanwhile, has managed to make contact with Starscream and give her a little bit of a charge, which brings the tattered and faded spark into the sight of everyone in the room. The once proud Seeker is only a battered wisp of colour, missing her wings and sporting a huge hole through her chest.

"Skywarp..." says the young one softly as the ghost cringes away from her and huddles in a corner of the ceiling. "Ye really after t'inkin' 'at could be layin' in wait fer anyt'in'?"

*she raises a brow at Skywarp* It does happen every so often, though we generally aren't aware of it. It's not harmful.

*she glances at Hormah as Skywarp explains* She... seems to have a closer connection with Primus--

*she trails off as Starscream becomes visible. She hisses softly at the battered state the free-spark appears to be in; she's seen her dead shell, and it's not as badly beaten as her spark manifestation looks, here.*

*A free-spark's appearance is affected quite a bit by the condition of their emotions... and this one is in very bad shape.*

"Did I say she planned it?" Skywarp snaps at Hormah, barely looking at the torn and battered Starscream. He doesn't want to see her.

He turns to Auspex, tone cooling as he explains to her. "That, I don't care about. But if the Minicon's telling the truth, your master's arrangements have been getting too close and too obvious for comfort, and she's in the middle of them. Perhaps you're right that it isn't dangerous, but I see no reason to trust her."