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[ 001 - Hologram] What's big, pink and smells like....strawberries?

[There's apparently a lot of giant robots around here. This one's looking a little out-of-sorts though, and it's pretty clear why, when he holds up--or attempts to--a very large wiggly semi-transparent pink cube. Give him a break okay: it's quite slippery, given its gelatinous state.]

Uh. Does anyone...want this? I bought it in the marketplace. I thought it was, ya know, something I could eat. Apparently it's for organics though. [Don't ask how Drift knows this. A medical diagnostic might be on his to-do list though.] And apparently non-returnable now.

[He has no idea what organics would do with such a large quantity of 'strawberry jello' or why it has any right masquerading in the form of an energon cube, but oh well, lesson learned. Drift sets it down before it nearly slips from his hot little fingers, (nevermind the squelching noise please) and pulls out an energon ration pouch, the pink liquid inside sloshing around as he holds it up.]

I am looking for more of this though. It's our fuel, and trust me when I say it's not good for organics. If you see any though, let me know. I can pay you for it, if need be.

[Just...not a lot. What a time to be without his gold currency card. But seriously people, Drift really, really likes not staving! He's done that before and would rather not again. But you better believe he's just the type of idiot to give out what rations he brought with him to the others of his kind. Because even if he's not fond of starving, hey, positive side: he knows how to tolerate it probably better than anyone.]

So Wing, Rodimus, Megatron, anyone else... let me know what supplies you have? I have some rations, if you're in need.

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He is. He's...come to the same realization I did. I'm not sure who the catalyst was, for him, but someone changed his mind.

[There's still a lot Drift doesn't know. And it's not exactly a small talk type subject. Not that Drift is even good at small talk. Case in point:]

Oh, no-no! You don't. Certainly not! Ah-ha, no. If anything you're like...the compass needle for my sanity. [WOW that sounded...really....sappy-cheesy-awful-primus why does he open his mouth?]

It's just a power struggle with them and I'm certain to be caught in the middle.

It could be something you have in common with him, something that keeps him on his path. It's an important role, Drift.

[And he has every faith Drift is up for it.]

Power struggle? But I thought the war was over?

This is on a smaller scale. Apparently they've both been named captain of the ship I used to crew on. [It's messy. He's still trying to sort things out himself, a lot's happened since he left the Lost Light.]

And I'm hoping so... [His voice sounds small, but not weak. No, it's more an understanding of how large a task that truly is.] I know he lost that person, the way I...

[...lost you.]

[He runs a hand over his mouth once: afraid, unwilling, to say it.]

I just want him to have what I didn't.

But that's...not here. Why are they bringing that dispute here? It serves no purpose.

[Unless they have not left the war behind. which would be...distressing.]

You can be that for him, then, Drift. It sounds like he could use it.

They're hyper territorial stubborn gearsticks?

[Hopefully neither of them seeeees that....]

I'm trying. But. I'm sure he could benefit from your wisdom too. They both could really.

I know I did.

Maybe you shouldn't tell them they're so similar.

[Unless he wanted to see some fireworks?]

Ah, but Drift, I'm the past. They have no reason to listen to me.

[afhjakgh]

I. Uh. Wouldn't tell them. Like that. No.

[His pauldrons droop a little.]

But...

I thought the past, the good parts of it, is what you--we?--were trying to preserve? We need that now more than ever.

I didn't want to listen either, but it still did me good.

Well, maybe tell them from behind a safely locked door. Or with a head start.

[Because it would be funny. In a way. ]

Drift, we sat out the war. We hid from it. We ran away. And maybe trying to keep the past alive is ...wrong. Maybe building a new future is the right thing.

Hmm, or with a bull horn out of firing range. [HE'S JOKING. Of course. Mostly.]

Is there no way to do both? I wouldn't want us to forget our past mistakes. I wouldn't want to forget mine, what I learned from them.

And the good things...

[His helm bows then, painful recollection darkening his face, that the past they speak of, Crystal City, is gone.] I... I guess. You're right.

Hm. True. Megatron does have that cannon.

[He winks.]

We can try, of course. [The smile looks more than a little hopeful.] What matters is that we learn and move forward, and don't get stuck in the past.

Oh, actually he doesn't anymore. He set it aside. [YAY!] So I'm good!

...._{aaasssuming he doesn't go into tank mode in which case I'm shafted.}

[RIGHT. Let's not do that.]

But YES. Yes, that! The learning part is especially good. [Which is still a thing Drift needs to do a little more of.]

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Hm. Perhaps we better just keep that joke to ourselves, then.

[It's still funny. Just...shared now.]

The first thing we should do is learn about this place, don't you think?

That, uh, that might be wise.

[Drift can do this kind of wisdom, at least!]

I think so too. What do think about... ya know...

Do you think it's a titan?

[He remembers the cityspeaker comment, who could forget such OMINOUS PORTENTS?]

What else could it be? I mean, what are the odds that two universes could come up with giant teleporting sentient robots?

Whatever they are, they can't be very strong odds.

[That is a TOTALLY eerie coincidence.]

Granted I have no idea what the inside of a metrotitan should be like but...this...isn't quite how I pictured it?

Not at all.

We also don't know what modifications they may have done. If it even is a metrotitan.

Maybe we should look around, for you know, clues and such?

[Because he can totally tell Cybertronian tech from alien tech just by looking at it! ...if it has buttons and glyphs on it, sure.]

Though... [Theory intensifying.] The Knights were said to have traveled all over. Perhaps this titan was inspired but the metrotitans they traveled with?

Good idea. I'm not sure, though, that we should speak our suspicions until we know for sure?

[It's a change, but he's learning, well, not wariness as much as a desire not to upset people.]

That is true, and that means, the designers might know of other Titans, others of our kind!

Hmmm... [DEEP THOUGHTS. Well, kinda.] Yes I think that's wise.

Like you always are.

[A shy smile, before he jumps back to the topic at hand.]

That's true! WOW...maybe we can continue the quest for the Knights after all!

[Minus the part about not having a ship or not being allowed off the station (something he's trying not to think about), but HEY, it's hope, right?]

It could be, well, that they don't know what it is. There's no need making them feel bad.

[At least until they've solved the mystery.]

The Knights of Cybertron? So you have taken up Dai Altas's passion?

[He can't help the tiny laugh at the thought.]

I could hope so. You know...that they didn't do it on purpose. [~~Wow it's super good that he doesn't know about Lockdown's new hobby of titan hunting or there'd be HELL to pay~~.]

Uh. [Wow, why does he suddenly feel overcome by his own dorkness?] Well. The war. It's over now. But there's so much rebuilding to do. Not just Cybertron but people's spirits. Rodimus and I have been searching for the Knights in the hopes they could help us.

[That's reason number one. Reason number two he doesn't exactly want to talk about on the open network. Maybe later, if Wing is willing...]

Yes, we should always presume the best.

[There's room enough for unpleasant surprises, but he'd rather deal with them when they happen instead of seek them out.]

If anyone can convince them to help, I am sure it's you.

[His optics glow: Drift was a mech made for a great destiny--he'd always known it. And trying to heal the world after the war was a cause worthy of Drift's spark.]

I'd like to. [He means it. He doesn't have the same confidence in people's innate goodness that Wing does, but he knows it's possible. Look at him, look at Megatron...]

M-me?

[CLICKETY-CLICK go his optic shutters.]

But, Wing.... [He needed Rodimus to even get a crew. He's the traitor, twofold now. He doesn't give the speeches, he only writes them.] I don't......

[Yeah, that's why he doesn't give them. Tongue-tied!]

Why not you? Who else has your experience? Who else can understand both sides of the issue? Who else has given up so much, to serve peace?

[This is a quiz, Drift. Please use a number two pencil.]

I do, though.

[So there. Irrefutable. Maddening, isn't he?]

I, uh, well...

[It's a little bit silly, how Drift pines for these moments but then knows not what to do with them when they happen. Is he dreaming? His real life is rarely this nice!]

Thank you. [It's a sparkfelt as it can be over the network. If only...] For believing me. Then and now.

[Where he would be without that, he doesn't want to think about.]

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