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[startactician]

Thrust is sitting at his desk, his head in one hand* I am a fool. A complete, utter, unmistakable idiot. I had everything absolutely perfect, Starscream was even impressed, and to get Starscream is to be three-quarters of the way there. I had the entire situation in hand.

And then I ruined it.*his fingers spread, revealing his guns, his own

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[apprentice_lurk]

*door hisses softly open, but it's only 'Boots trotting in with a cheery grin* 'Ey, Thrust. How's it going? *smiles at him*

[startactician]

*flinches as the door opens, then settles down a bit as he sees that it's her. He places the datapad back on the desk.* Not well. You?

[apprentice_lurk]

*grin fades* Eh. I'm talking normally, so that's good... What's up with you, then? *concerned look*

[startactician]

*glares at her, but in a more demeaning than menacing fashion* Skyfire. You neglected to tell me everything about him. You very nearly got me killed.

[fire_in_sky]

Erhm... I do hope this is 'another Skyfire' you speak of..

*still has his guard up, just in case he is indeed the one Thrust speaks of*

[startactician]

*the guns in his palms begin to charge, not firing yet but prepping themselves. He speaks in an icy tone* I should hope so.

[fire_in_sky]

*also notices how much more the conehead gets 'bristled' after seeing him*

It may be, since I don't exactly understand what had happened, nor do I know a "Dreadmoon"...

[startactician]

*doesn't back down but relaxes just a tad. Dreadmoon must be well known in his own dimension, so this can't be the right Skyfire* I see. Then perhaps you are not the right one. *then again, all Skyfires look the same when they are merely a head in a box...*

[cynic_cassette]

*makes an entry by dropping suddenly and unexpectedly into the room from somewhere near the pipes criss-crossing the ceiling, landing with a soft thud before straightening up and folding her arms over her chest*

*bluntly:* I found out you've moved home.

[startactician]

*flicks optics upward* So I did. *he's not quite in the mood to deal with small things but he's polite for now*

[cynic_cassette]

*looks around the room, drawing comparisons with his previous lodgings*

Mm. Not bad. How're you finding it?

*something catches her attention and her gaze falls on the light sculpture Thrust got from Dreadmoon. She's immediately intrigued, though she tries not to show it*

[startactician]

I actually know where I am in relation to the rest of the universe, which is nice. *follows her gaze to the light sculpture but says nothing about it. It's his*

[princeofthesky]

*there is a soft tone from the door, as someone does the Cybertronian equivalent of ringing the bell*

*Starscream moves to the side, leaning against the wall next to the door, in the perfect spot to make the tactician jump when it opens. He's annoying like that*

[startactician]

*Thrust looks up, confused. Dreadboots doesn't ring, Dreadmoon uses the intercom, he is rarely bothered by the staff...*

*He moves to the door and opens it warily*

[princeofthesky]

*is leaning on the wall by the door, arms folded and legs crossed at the ankles, the picture of lazy inquiry* Ah, there you are. *optics glitter as his lip curls into a crooked, worrying smile*

[startactician]

*jerks up, back flat against the door. This cannot be a good thing by any stretch of the imagination, especially not when he looks this calm. Thrust tries to keep his voice steady* Air Commander, such a pleasure to see you again. *the hand with the datapad goes slightly behind his back, just enough to take the focus off it*