Oh my Primus! Ha Ha Yay!!
I mean, awesome! Thanks Slipstream! It was no problem at all! Anytime.

(Aaaaaaaaaa—)
Yeah I sent the Decepticons the plans on how to make a space bridge! I think they’re building it?? Maybe you can check over on your side!

Same! I think I’m gonna lay off the hard fuel for a while. I need to find that medic that commed me, see what the next step is.

Slipstream! I’ve been working on the thing for you!

Where at? If you got drinks I could help you drink them!

I was gonna say! I tracked my way to the city and the part I’m crashing in looks alright enough. Went to a core-banger classic oil house. Fuel was so good I barely remember anything! Anyway, wheres abouts are you at?

@scaredandtired.bsky.social

Hey, Orion Pax guy, is Iacon still destroyed for you?

[When she onlined, it was to a splitting data gap and enough excess charge to be seeing sparks. Flamewar groaned and flipped over onto her front, an arm slung up over her helm to shade away solar light.

Somehow, she’d ended up in someone’s overgrown crystal garden]

Urth looks amazing!

[Even more drink? Jawdrop sure was a nice one, paying Flamewar’s way like this! The two wheeler grabbed up the refilled cube and drank more before someone decided to take it away]

Mmmm. Oh, yeah? Well that’d go along with how’s there’s portals and other versions of places too, right?

Oah…

[Flamewar sat for a while thinking about that, and also sliding her empty cube between her servos on the bar counter]

You think? Everything looked the same though, and I didn’t even go through any portals! Does this mean Slipstream is in a different reality??

Huh? I already did the space bridge part. Or, I think. I came to Iacon actually because this really sad guy was saying it got destroyed. But, clearly not!

They still have awesome drinks here! And lots, and looots of security. Ugh.

[Jawdrop is again walked outside to Iacon at night, she really enjoys walking down the streets at this moment and stares up the sky]

Woah! Even Lord Megatron’s on here!

Hah! Her name’s Slipstream! I don’t well, know her too well yet, but she’s awesome! ✨-✨A flyer, a really sleek seeker! I met her on the internet. She told me I should get over there, so I’m trying!

[The two wheeler finished her drink again. Her fuel tank seemed like it’d been running on fumes]

Oh, I am!

[Flamewar agreed. She waited just long enough for the bar owner to refill her drink before gulping more hungrily down]

I, yum! I almost hopped in a portal the other decacycle, before I got caught and shot at. There’s this femme on uh, Urth?, I think? I wanna get out there and meet her!

Because they lead everywhere but in secret, of course!

[By the unmaker this energon was good! It went down so smooth! Properly processed stuff was a real nice change of pace]

Plus, the runoff’s only corrosive if you fall in. Or stand in the fumes too long. Just don’t!

Jawdrop I already made that joke, remember? Sew-ing? Spelunking?

[She watched the other femme drink hungry while waiting for her own engex. The bar patrons got bored of looking pretty fast.

Once the bartender did hand her her own drink, she went to town on it]

Yummm! Oh, this is good!

Decepti— I’m not a Decepticon!

[Flamewar gestured to her chassis and spoke louder for the nearby patrons that were now looking at her]

See?! No Decepticon symbol! I’m an um, a neutral, obviously. And I’ll have one of what she’s having.

Ah ha!

[The ‘cycle skipped up into a run to match the singer and get in there quick! Hopefully inside this bar would be nice and darkly atmospheric, the kind of place no one could be recognized for all the cygar exhaust and boozie haze]

Yeah, nice to meet you, too!

[The more bots that started to pop up everywhere, especially so many marked Autobots, the more Flamewar started to get a little nervous. At least she didn’t recognize any sworn enemies]

So where’s this bar at! I’m so thirsty I could slurp a triplechanger!

I’m Flamewar! If you haven’t heard about me, it’s because I’m so good at stealthing and being secret.

[She looked around at the new part of the city with interest]

Oh, alr— right.

[Flamewar stopped and looked at Jawdrop expectantly]

You lead, then!

Nah, I don’t like elites much. Let’s go to Maccadam’s!

[Flamewar caught her arm around Jawdrop’s and confidently started leading them off in a direction]

Uhhhh… Well guarded, huh?

[She lowered her searching optics down to Cybertronian height and stepped closer to the other femme]

Well, oh well! Do you know if there’s any good energon wells around here? Like, drinking halls, bars? Should be a good thing a normal city is for.

Sew-ing, heh heh. Or, you know, spelunking. I was spelunking. Huh…

[The red accented femme looked around, the city lights reflecting dully on her scuffed up plating]

Some mech was telling me this city was destroyed. All exploded to pieces! It’s doing okay, though?

[She sounded disappointed]

[The orange optics widened in the dark, then a lithe and totally impressive Cybertronian motorcycle alt leapt out and landed pretty steadily in a crouch on her pedes and one hand]

HaHA! I made it to Iacon, didn’t I?

[Down in a grate next to Jawdrop’s pedes, orange optics appear. Then a grunt of effort under the street as something tried to move the grate out of the way]

//Pwincess is being vewy naughty! Daddy’s gonna have to punish /ref /j

[Praise! Wow this felt amazing. Flamewar nodded along to everything the Earth stationed ‘Con said, until she remembered he was just on comms and couldn’t see her]

[From: Flamewar, To: Bad Apple; Tag(s): Medic in my Audio]

You got it! I’m lying down this very klik! Flamewar, over and out!