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If there's one thing everyone on Cybertron seems to be missing. It's a little compassion.

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"I'm resting when needed."

That wasn't entirely true. But there was so much work to be done, how could she take a break?

"Well, it's nice to have you and the others drop by when you can. You shouldn't worry so much."
November 19, 2024 at 2:34 PM
"Control stifles progress," she admonishes. Why was he being so short sighted?

"How am I being distracting?" She fumes, giving him another poke. "You let me stay and so I'm trying to help you!"

Maybe initially she'd taken him out of her work, but surely offering another -
"Indeed I do, having a new generation of data to gather would be, enlightening. I would levee my power over them all but, to d o that I need focus.

You have proven a to be a persistent distraction, You are giving me very little choices."
"Autobot? Decepticon? What does it matter?" She wrenches her hand from his grip, a frown pulling at her brow.

"Don't you want our people to thrive?" She looms forward, poking a finger at his chest, "Don't you want to see your home whole again?"
November 19, 2024 at 2:26 PM
"He's always awake in some form. Not always aware, but someone has to keep the city functioning," she continues walking around the module and to a small monitoring set-up.

"He works the hardest of all of us," she gives the module one last pat before walking over to the monitors.

"This is one way -
He gestures hands to the brain before approaches to stay on Windblade side as looked around of the brain module.

"Izz Metroplex zzleeping or he'zzz already awake ?"

Looked at her with head tilted, curious.
November 19, 2024 at 2:20 PM
"Autobot? Decepticon? What does it matter?" She wrenches her hand from his grip, a frown pulling at her brow.

"Don't you want our people to thrive?" She looms forward, poking a finger at his chest, "Don't you want to see your home whole again?"
Spikes and wings stiffening at the touch, he froze back up. Shockwave grabbed her wrist before roughly throwing it down towards the floor as she pulled it out of his grasp.

"I believe I am noticing a property I need to eliminate. You've seen plenty auto bot, don't you think its time to leave?"
"Well, you know what it isn't. That's progress isn't it?" She prompts while giving him a soft nudge.

"And, as a scientist you can probably eliminate anything that shares certain properties with the components that didn't work."
November 19, 2024 at 10:08 AM
It's no trouble. I wouldn't want anyone to get hurt, and this is partly why I'm here.

Although, I'd rather they didn't fight at all...
November 18, 2024 at 9:26 AM
"Well, you know what it isn't. That's progress isn't it?" She prompts while giving him a soft nudge.

"And, as a scientist you can probably eliminate anything that shares certain properties with the components that didn't work."
"If I don't realize the progress is there, what good is it? Megatron does not work based on hunches."
"I'm sure you've made more progress than you realise," she encourages softly, wanting to offer something without disturbing him too much. Especially when he was thawing somewhat.

It was frustrating being stuck on something for so long. Solus knows how many things she'd gotten stuck on.
November 18, 2024 at 8:50 AM
"Why can't they be more careful..." She whistles in surprise.

"I didn't realise you had a young one..."
"I know right? My kid broke a vase earlier that was, like, 10.000 Shanix."
"As long as they don't break anything..." sighing, she grabs her own mug of Energon.

"I have enough mess to deal with as it is."
November 17, 2024 at 11:35 PM
Someone has to try and stop them from destroying the scenery.

Or, be here to do cleanup...
November 17, 2024 at 11:32 PM
"As long as they don't break anything..." sighing, she grabs her own mug of Energon.

"I have enough mess to deal with as it is."
"Yeah, they do that."

He has a straw stuck into his facemask, he can be heard sipping energon though it from his 'To Tired For This Shit' mug.
November 17, 2024 at 11:31 PM
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November 17, 2024 at 3:37 PM
"A break?" A quizzical expression overcomes her.

"I can't take a break when I've just given you work to do. There's still so many pressing matters to attend to..."
November 17, 2024 at 11:28 PM
More fighting...
November 17, 2024 at 11:26 PM
"That's very kind of you, Buckethead," she acknowledges with a soft smile.

"Much of what I have here is regarding the maintenance or upgrading of Metroplex's systems. But, thank you for the offer."
November 17, 2024 at 9:59 PM
"I'm sure you've made more progress than you realise," she encourages softly, wanting to offer something without disturbing him too much. Especially when he was thawing somewhat.

It was frustrating being stuck on something for so long. Solus knows how many things she'd gotten stuck on.
"Three earth orbits have occurred since I began this project. I've been stuck at square 1 for that entire period."

his head spikes twitched at her inquiry but asides form that it was like she was not even there, His cold demeanor had definitely subsided a bit.
A quiet thoughtful hum escapes her as she continues to read over his shoulder. He really had been busy. But why was he so desperate to create Red Energon?

"How long have you been working on this for?" She murmurs aloud, a small smile on her face as she finds his dedication admirable.
November 17, 2024 at 9:05 PM
A quiet thoughtful hum escapes her as she continues to read over his shoulder. He really had been busy. But why was he so desperate to create Red Energon?

"How long have you been working on this for?" She murmurs aloud, a small smile on her face as she finds his dedication admirable.
He fails to notice this time, her company not distracting him just yet shockwave had begun hitting his stride, Revision after revision hitting the pad. now his wings had flattened out towards his shoulders.
- substance sounded familiar.

Curious, she leans in a little closer.
November 17, 2024 at 6:11 PM
Knowing how difficult it could be to work when being interrupted, Windblade opts to remain quiet. At least for now.

She lingers close by, hopefully not so close as to be a distraction, as she reads his work. Much of it is beyond her as she is no scientist, but the name of the -
"A formula for synthetic red energon, its experimental and, I haven't been able to produce any results yet."

tapping away on a data pad Shockwave tried to get into a work rhythm. his head spikes would flair slightly as he entered the zone.
"That isn't what I— You dislike me?" Her wings droop a little further. Sure she'd tackled him to the floor, but she wasn't that bad was she?

She follows after him regardless. It was better than the alternative, and maybe she'd learn more about him.

"What are you working on?"
November 17, 2024 at 5:24 PM
"You're too kind, Waspinator. I just want everyone to be happy."

They make their way into a large dimly lit room. At the centre was the spherical metal form of Metroplex's brain module. A few lights danced in and around it and she placed her hand upon it with a warm smile.

"Here we are."
"Wazzpinator think zzo, there'zz nothing in Wazpinator to dizzlike him!"

Places hands on own chest with soft smile.

"Windblade company makezz Wazpinator happy and Windblade happy, makezz Wazpinator day great."
"You give me too much credit, Waspinator. But, I'm glad you enjoy my company," she chuckles with a small smile as they follow the pins of blue light further down.

"I think Metroplex is going to like you!"
November 17, 2024 at 3:17 PM
"That isn't what I— You dislike me?" Her wings droop a little further. Sure she'd tackled him to the floor, but she wasn't that bad was she?

She follows after him regardless. It was better than the alternative, and maybe she'd learn more about him.

"What are you working on?"
He scoffed, tired out by her persistence in chasing him, Shockwave caved. his head spikes dropping in defeat.

"Right, actively disliking you is a great quality for company, you've certainly got you're priorities straight. Follow me if you want, I've got work to do regardless."
- deeper.

"You're a different type of company."
November 17, 2024 at 3:13 PM
I can fix himmmm.
November 17, 2024 at 1:21 AM
Looking up from the scrolling reports she flashed the bot a smile.

"The same as usual. More things to fix," she chuckles. At least these didn't all feel like impossible tasks.

"What about you? Is there something I can help you with?"
November 17, 2024 at 1:21 AM
Her head bows at his response and yet another rejection of her presence.

"You're not that bad. Even though you keep telling me to leave," she tries a smile as she certainly means the words. There was always good inside someone. Sometimes you just had to reach -
"Yes, I do. However its becoming increasingly clear to me you don't. so I'll posit a different question; Do y o u really want to be alone, with me? of all Cybertronians?"

He meant it as a rhetorical question but conveniently forgot to keep his sarcastic tirade continuing for a moment.
- hinder me," offers hopefully as she eases back, her brows pinching together.

"Do you really want to be alone?"
November 17, 2024 at 1:18 AM
"D-Deny? No. Not at all," she stumbles finding it difficult to accept that the Prime essentially wanted to be given any old task.

"Let me..." Haphazardly she scrolls through report after report. Solus there was so much to do...

"This one," she eventually -
November 17, 2024 at 1:12 AM
She's at her desk flicking through some reports and requests when there's a knock at the door.

"Come in."
November 17, 2024 at 1:04 AM
"That doesn't mean I can't listen," she sighs with the drooping of her wings. Leaving would mean spending the rest of the day alone as everyone else was busy. Even Metroplex didn't need her today.

"The others can't speak with Titans, but having them around doesn't -
"Only when the company you have can understand the work in the first place, do you even have any scientific experience in the first place?

I don't even know why I'm asking, can the fact that I w a n t to be alone, be enough for you to autobots to take the hint?"
"You don't want me gone that badly. Besides..." Windblade peers curiously at the one-optic bot.

"Company is good for work..." she suggests as she tilts forwards with a grin.
November 17, 2024 at 1:01 AM