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[lossofface.livejournal.com]

Will SOMEONE please explain to my lead-brained, rust-ridden, overclocked low priority glitch of an excuse for a wingmate that HUMANS NEED TO EAT?!

I am NOT towing you if you go into stasis-lock again, understand? Doing it in zero-g was bad enough, but this is just STUPID.

- Blitzwing

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[lossofface.livejournal.com]

SORRY for me

LISTEN, you pitiful Maximal drone! I am a Decepticon warrior, one of Megatron's elite! I have existed for over six million years, and survived ordeals that would make your tank vent! I have no need or desire for paltry, disgustingly physical displays of affection!

I knew Autobots were weird, but spark...That's just WRONG.

[scalyfishman.livejournal.com]

[the writing becomes suddenly sharper and angrier]

DoN'T you DaRE talk TO ME aboUT 'oRdEALS'! You DoN'T HAVE the FaIntest SlAGGING IDEA What I'VE

[the writing tails off as DC tries to calm himself down. There are several hesitation marks and scribbles]

ScrAP it. NoT Worth MY NanOKliks. All I'M SaYING is YOU don't knOW wHAT you're missing.

[lossofface.livejournal.com]

I doubt anything the pitiful scion of an Autobot could suffer and survive could possibly compare to the feeling of having your mind literally torn apart. But do share, I could use a laugh.

[scalyfishman.livejournal.com]

You smelting

I'll

You

You NeED a LauGh? oH, I'll MAKE yOU LaUGH! TrY WaTCHINg YouR EnTire LiFE Be ToRN tO sHrEDS BeCause OF yoUR OwN InCOmPETenCE WhiLE The GUY JuST LaUGHS and You Can'T DO A sLAGGIng THING. TrY ChASING him To The ENDS of ETERNity AND WatcHING Him DestROY EVERYTHING that MeanS ANything TO YOU aNYMore.

HoW'S THAT for hiLarioUS, You SIck pIECe of SCrAP????

[lossofface.livejournal.com]

You've taken the words right out of my vocal processor, Maximal. It's always refreshing to know I'm not the only one in the universe who had to start over after losing everything. But what are YOU whining for? At least you still have your sanity, pathetic cringing scrap heap.

[hailmegatron.livejournal.com]

BLITZWING.

[lossofface.livejournal.com]

WHAT

[hailmegatron.livejournal.com]

I ASKED TOLD YOU TO NOT ATTACK HIM.

[lossofface.livejournal.com]

And I haven't laid a servo on him.

[hailmegatron.livejournal.com]

YOU'RE BAITING HIM.

[lossofface.livejournal.com]

I am not. He was the one who initiated the conversation, and he was the one who wanted to compare tragic pasts. And what are you defending him for, anyway?

[hailmegatron.livejournal.com]

... HE HELPED ME.

[scalyfishman.livejournal.com]

HEY. BiG GUy. KnOCK IT OFF. I Don't nEED Defending.

[tl;dr: MOAR RAGE.]

[scalyfishman.livejournal.com]

[the words have been almost thrown at the note and it is almost impossible to read in places]

SlAG YOU! MaYBE I'D be BeTTer Off INSANE! yOu Have NO IdeA WhaT IT's LiKE tO HaVE YouR EnTIRE LIfe UtTERLY DECIMATED in OnE SoLar CYcle! AT leAST You'VE stILL got youR 'cauSe' aND youR 'WiNgmATE' and Your PrecIous 'MegaTRon'. AlL i've GOT lEft iS a DUTY.

Re: [tl;dr: MOAR RAGE.]

[scalyfishman.livejournal.com]

[the previous note has this one pinned over the top now Depth Charge has had time to cool off]

i'm nOt Arguing abOUT THis.

[lossofface.livejournal.com]

Hey, I just had a REALLY funny thought!

Violently tragic incident, losing everything...You could say I'm YOU, after three million years to get used to it! Ironic, huh?

[scalyfishman.livejournal.com]

... PrimUS, I hOpe NOT. I DoN'T LIKE to tHINK I'm That fAR gone.

[lossofface.livejournal.com]

Well, it's not an exact parallel, I'll admit. Just from talking to you, I can tell you skipped the life-threatening head trauma course. What was it for you, some kind of massacre?

[scalyfishman.livejournal.com]

[there are several hesitation marks]

I wAS an IMPerial PoliCE maRShall In chARGE of a MaXImal colONY. TheN one Day sOme expERIment on CybeRTRON Went wrOng aND itS Subject escapeD, MadE it tO mY tuRF and slaugHTered evERYone There But mE. ThEN EveryoNE at a NearBY stArbase.

WhAT about YOU?

[lossofface.livejournal.com]

Geez, hard luck. So I guess you're out for vengeance now or something, right?

Mmm...to be honest, my memories a little fuzzy on the details, but from what I remember, the team I was with cornered a group of Autobots in...was it a construction site? A foundry? I forget now, but anyway one of them grabbed a rebar and slammed it straight through one of my optic sensors and deep into my central processor. And then my team's medic tried to kill me so they could use me for spare parts, so I killed him and escaped into the undercity.

I'd been in the army for nearly three million years, but after that... I had to fight my own side just to keep living. I think the only reason I didn't try joining the Autobots at that point was because they'd have killed me too, and anyway I was so out of it at that point it's amazing I was able to fix my own face.

Seriously, if you think I'm deranged NOW, you should have seen me back then. But I eventually managed to repair myself somewhat, enough to come back and fight my way up to Megatron's personal guard. I've never really been the same since though, as you can imagine.

[scalyfishman.livejournal.com]

SounDS Like yOU've seen yoUR faiR Share of sLAG tOO. BuT It'S Not ReVENGE. It'S

LoOk. ThIS ISN'T the kInd of thing You DiScuss pUbLIcally. You frEE at lunch? We can COnTINUE This THERE.

[lossofface.livejournal.com]

So my choices are talking to you, or getting in another fight over food with the idiot up there? Heh.

How will I know you?

[scalyfishman.livejournal.com]

BlUE Hair. Red EYEs. Tall. Hard To MISS me.