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Hey! Excuse me! Anyone on this line?

[This voice sounds... like you are talking to Guyman himself. Musical and modulated, and kind of sort of loud]

Since when did Cybertron have grass? Or... y'know still be here? The fact that it's still... I mean that it's not... y'know really... dead and stuff is sort of-

NO REALLY WHY IS THERE GRASS HERE?

[He sounds pretty disturbed by this]

Not that grass is bad! I like grass, it was great on earth, if... y'know anyone here has been there at all, but like- Is that a farm? ... There's a tiny farm he- Did anyone see the tiny farm? Oh my god, I have to get a picture of this no wait, hold on.

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Yeah, I'm not scared of him.

It's fine! You're fine, I barely notice.

[One eyebrow goes up, and a crooked little grin surfaces on Sam's face.]

Really? Cause it took some time to get used to looking some people straight in the ankle.

[A little light teasing was inevitable---if Soundwave weren't way too tall, he'd be elbowed by now. But Sam seats herself on her stree'doo and puts her helmet back on, aware that going without it even once will have Hiro harassing her if he hears.]

Anyway. Shall we?

Ha! No really, it's fine. I can carry you, you know, it might be faster.

[But hey, he'll be fine either way. He fires up the ground bridge and heads for it]

Lets get outta here.

I'll probably take you up on that a little later; it's just that I'd rather be retrieving my ride from Wheeljack's workshop, since it's closer to home.

[Sam nods and starts the stree'doo up, motoring for the portal though she gives Soundwave's spindly legs a polite berth. Once through, she'll slow to match his walking speed---at least, while they're en route to Wheeljack's.]

Ooooh, okay. Yeah okay, cool, we can do that.

[And in they go! He didn't have the exact coordinates, but they're pretty close, and he keeps his pace pretty leisurely.]

[It's maybe five minutes later that they actually arrive, Sam parking, dismounting, and stowing her helmet away.]

Now that you've seen a little bit of Haven proper, what do you think?

[It's a far cry from the dead Cybertron Soundwave had last seen, to be sure, but different bots---whatever their worlds of origin---seemed to see some similarities to what once was.]

It's pretty awesome, not gonna lie here. I don't... I didn't think I'd... y'know ever... see it alive again.

[A small and very sincere smile settles onto Sam's face, and she crosses her arms as she again looks up---and up---to Soundwave.]

This isn't a situation anybody asked to be in... but here is a pretty good place to be.

[And it is. The people---at least, in her experience---are mostly good people, there are interesting opportunities, and, for being stranded in space? It's comfortable. Still... What she's said is the best she can say and still be honest, since she can't claim she can't imagine what it would be like to be burdened with such expectations. Even though the Earth is alive (or ought to be) seeing it again is... unlikely.]

[Anyway.]

That said, I guess I ought to get on to introductions.

[Into the workshop it is!]

Yeah... It's... not home home but it's... pretty close to it.

[He kind of lingered outside the workshop rather than stride right in. Sorry, he has some nasty memories of Wheekjack, that crazy aft almost snapped his visor in half with his dump robot pomp.]

You know I think I'll... just wait for him out here.

Oh--?

[She pauses, turning in the doorway, and looks Soundwave over. His odd aura betrays him---not with its strangeness, (at least, not right now,) but by showing something, and even at a rough read uncertainty's apparently a lot of it.]

Okay.

[He was scared. He shouldn't be, from what he heard, from what she told him, but all the stories of Wheeljack, and his first hand account of Wheeljack... and his actual face to face meeting with Wheeljack, just convinced Soundwave he never wanted to meet Wheeljack again]

I'll be okay! I'll just... y'know I'll be right here!

[Where he had room to run if he had to]

[It's several minutes before the door of the massive workshop opens again. Wheeljack steps out, Sam perched comfortably on the palm of one flat hand. All he's been told is "new dude who likes to tinker" who wanted to meet him. Which is probably a good thing, considering he wouldn't have agreed half so readily had he known the mech's name was Soundwave.]

[Instead, he spots the lanky mech, head tilting faintly at the odd (to his world's sensibilities) design, but approaches, free hand out to offer a shake of greeting, his optics light, almost teal in color.]

Hey, heard someone wanted ta meet the resident Chief Engineer. Name's Wheeljack. What can I do for ya?

[Sam's content to sit where she is and allow Soundwave to introduce himself, though she turns her attention to the mech to watch for some sort of reaction.]

[He stiffens a little. Yes this looks like a different Wheeljack, doesn't sound the same either, but there are a lot of similarities. Maybe not in paint, but in frame. There's a nervous musical titter, and he takes his hand, giving it a shake]

Nice to meet you! I mean... yeah! I didn't... think I'd get to meet you like this, sir. Um... W-well! Well I was just... I thought it'd be really cool if I could start modifying drones! Y'know just... to keep busy and stuff, just something to do, and like... mmmmaaaaybe... you'd... have stuff we need to do that?

[Despite Soundwave's trepidation, this seems to be going well---not that Sam's surprised. She's spent enough time talking to (and, while the theatre was a work in progress, working with) Wheeljack to get a decent idea of what the old engineer is: genuinely nice. She swings her hanging feet a little, shrugging as she twists to look up at the bot holding her.]

You were highly recommended as a helpful sort.

Heh, I've worked hard for that reputation.

[It's mostly a joke. "Helpful" is a trait he was sparked with, many times to his own detriment, but be that as it may.]

[He looks back up at the other mech, noting the Decepticon brand...which is the wrong color. Huh. Kid seems nice, though...and talks like Bluestreak used to. The thought warms his spark a bit. He waves a hand dismissively.]

No "sir". Just Wheeljack's fine. An' yeah, probably, considerin' I designed an' build the things. What kinds'a modifications ya thinkin'?

Oh! Okay, uh... Wheeljack alright! Ha ha-

Well I wanted to... y'know reskin them. Make them look cool. Y'know biolights on them, different colors, improve the camera quality on mine...

I know. [Sam grins, giving Wheeljack's palm an appreciative pat-pat.] And may have given testimonials too, just sayin'.

[The modded Polaris is, after all, a really sweet ride. And then there's the theatre...]

[Wheeljack bumps her shoulder softly with the knuckle of one finger, obviously very comfortable with and around humans.]

You're too kind, Sam.

But anyway, yeah. I make 'em kinda bland an' uniform because so many are made, but anyone who wants ta personalize theirs is certainly welcome ta do so. You an engineer, pal?

Uh n-n-no. No I was the tech guy on the ship, actually. I uh.. did... y'know the tech work. Programming computers and guiding the ship.

[He still doesn't want to say his name. He's pretty convinced all the niceness will go away the moment he says his name]

[She snorts, amused and unconvinced, and as clearly unbothered by the bump. If they were the same size---or nearer---she'd subject the engineer to a little friendly elbowing.]

I just say it as I see it.

[He glances down at her with a quick nod before refocusing on the other mech.]

Relax, pal. I don't bite. Besides, you're the one wearin' the Deceptibrand, not me. Or they gotcha that badly whipped? It's okay. You're safe here. People here look out for each other - we're all we've got - an' the faction war doesn't exist here. Autobots'll leave ya alone if they're worth their brand, an' none'a your buddies'll be allowed ta hassle ya either.

[Not what Soundwave's expecting, but Jack doesn't know that. Also, Sounders'll be in for a surprise when the old mech finally learns his name, but it won't be the one he thinks it is.]

No! I mean... No I mean the Wheeljack I know would have... I mean like-

I heard stories of Wheeljack and he's... Not you apparently but he's not the... nicest Autobot... around. Well none of them are nice, but he's kind of a former Wrecker and... The less I say the better.

[Even though Soundwave undoubtedly has whole millennia on her, Sam can't help thinking poor kid at 'and... The less I say the better.' Everybody's been there at some point, and besides; however old he actually is, the mech seems like he's around her own age. She keeps quiet so as to avoid interrupting any answer, but offers Soundwave a sympathetic smile.]

A Wrecker? There’s a me out there somewhere who was a Wrecker? Heh, yeah, definitely not me. I can’t speak for mechs in other realities, but if it makes ya feel any better, this Wheeljack - [He thumbs at himself.] - would hurt himself before he managed ta hurt anyone else if he tried ta be a Wrecker. [He shakes his head.] Those mechs are more’n a little crazy.

Anyway . . . ya wanna come in an’ we’ll see what I might have for ya?

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Sorry...been hella sick, therefore slow tagging x,x

shhh sokay bb

and then I didn't see the notif

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Ouch, sorry...thought I'd replied orz

lol sokay

all good