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[he stiffens and holds an arm out as if he could do diddly to stop her]

dont fight here man please i will do an acrobatic pirouette off the handle and probably some cool midair stunts too before landing only to immediately flip my shit off a hot griddle
nobody needs to see that debacle
can the war against good and evil wait at least

 

It is and it is not, as is the way of most things. I do not forget the threat he poses, at-- ca-- my lady? Stars and rust, it's hard to know what to call you...

...in any case. Rest assured, not wasting energy on an ultimately pointless fight is my only aim here.

 

Y-yes, I apologize. I should not have- I apologize.
[She carefully sets Veritas down, still cautious however.]

[She resets her optic band in confusion]
Apologies, should I know you? I... Is this one of these situations like Fidelis already knowing me, is this...
[She briefly touches her chestplate over her sparkchamber] Is this about before?

 

-amusement-

 

[dave holds up his hands in an "it's cool" gesture, though his guard isn't completely down]

dont like beat yourself up man
if my fuckin ULTIMATE BAD DUDE showed up id probably freak the fuck out too even though i super dont wanna fight him more than i have to
its like
instinct
lizard brain is like yo that dude is whack better make sure he doesnt jack your flow

is that a no

 

"I-I-I-I mean we eat when we ha-have problems, but we don't - we don't eat our problems. If - if that makes sense?"

 

l-lizad brain? is that- Do you call Predacons lizards or...?

 

...my apologies, I hadn't realized quite how... young you were. I see sparks, and different times, but placing anyone in a dreamplane is...

...in any case. Yes, to answer your question, this is about 'before,' but no, bar whatever omniscience you may have had or may yet develop there's no reason for you to remember me. I am Onyx Prime of Eukaris, formerly of Cybertron. [She bows, folding one long foreleg beneath her body and wings spread wide.]

 

[She hastens to kneel, accutely embarrassed]
My apologies, Prime, I did not realize... My dreadful manners... I should have been more mindful.

 

...the words do, your methods do not. Why not? If he's dead he can't make trouble, but no reason to waste the materials.

 

Yes. But also me being generally amused with the concepts of good and evil.

 

[Confused blinking.] But-- mm. You haven't unlocked your memories yet, have you? You... both pre-date and outrank me, by all accounts, though you wore another name then.

 

i dont know what that is so i cant tell you
im talking about the like base part of your brain the like basic processes that make up the reflexes and instincts people need to survive
thats lizard brain
so if you learn that hey this dude is scary as in imminent threat to life scary youll react in the moment

tbf i was being flippant because as the old fables go
sincerity is evil

 

[She looks up at Onyx, the gold of her optics fluctuating in hue for a few moments while she tried to wrap her head around this information]
... That does not... I'm not... I'm barely fit to protect my bondmates, not- Surely that must be a mistake.

 

Predacons... are, were? A sort of beastformer, generally large in frame and gifted with outlier powers. Most of them did not choose to follow me but their own king, for which I cannot fault them but do mourn.

What you speak of sounds more like core coding, spark-deep unthinking responses.

 

[She nods slowly]
Yes that makes sense I suppose. I have never... seen a lizard... they must be wise and noble creatures.

 

I know who I see. There is no mistake, though I will not reveal more if you do not ask for specific information; induced breakthrough can be traumatic no matter whether the memories were suppressed by a turn in the Well or by a defense mechanism within a single lifespan.

 

[She lowers her optics, briefly touching Fidelis' hilt for reassurance.]
... I think I'd rather discover for myself. The only question I'd have cannot be a pleasant memory if how much I dearly love Fidelis and how much he loves me in turn are any indication. I cannot even conceive of a mech who is even a little like me abandoning him voluntarily.
[She smiles, maybe a little too brightly, a little strained.]

 

Wise man is wise.

I prefer absolute, unflinching sincerity. Nobody expects it. Nobody knows what to do with it. And deception via the truth is at least more entertaining, if not more difficult at this point.

-she stops being Bigfin squid sized and shrinks down to something less brain-breaking for humans to Investigate Dave-