CYBERFORMED 2.0 TIME

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[harderfasterwrecker]

Kinda should. That's about the right amount of apprehension, really.

[Whirl just location pings.]

It is gonna be a lot easier if you just let me talk, kay?

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[daintylegs]

Okay! I'll be there soon.

[One smash cut later, Tailgate is at the location Whirl had pinged.]

Whirl?

You're really freaking me out right now. This better not be a joke or I will probably break your legs.

[harderfasterwrecker]

[ Whirl is standing in his own doorway, arms crossed and head down. When Tailgate appears, he tips his helm.]

Threaten me with a good time later.

We're gonnna start at the top.

How bad are you sleeping, Teeg.

[daintylegs]

Not too bad.

A few weeks ago I went to Doctor Knock Out because I clawed my chest open while I was sleeping, and he gave me something that's stopped it for a while.

But I think it's wearing off. I don't really know what's happening to me.

Who had to pause and reread? ME.

[harderfasterwrecker]

[ Whirl's optic cycles and then narrows. He turns back into his own room, claws up in the air as he has a moment. Pardon me. ]

I cannot friggin believe I have to do this- again!

Get yourself in here.

[ He's clearly unhappy, but it's hard to tell if he's angry or frustrated. ]

That's not gonna be the last time. And it's gonna get worse.

[daintylegs]

Worse, how much worse?

[Tailgate says a little tearfully as he follows Whirl into is room.]

Is it going to kill me?

[harderfasterwrecker]

The bigger problem is the giant purple idiot who isn't gonna let you get hurt.

[Whirl starts immediately shuffling through drawers and counters until he yanks out a bottle. Did he bring it with him? Did he get it at the bar? Who knows. It's Whirl.]

If I gotta do this talk again, we're doin' it like this.

[daintylegs]

Can I have some too, at least?

[Tailgate asks tentatively, inviting himself to sitting on Whirl's berth.]

[harderfasterwrecker]

No.

[He says while immediately handing tailgate the bottle.]

Let's start with that time you and Cyc got shot at. He decided to get blasted because he's a self sacrificial idiot and you went boom. Right?

[daintylegs]

[Tailgate takes it and takes a small sip. He's not really much of a "drink until you forget" kind of person.]

Y-Yeah. I don't remember much about it. I just remember having a panic attack to end all panic attacks and everything going white.

That's how I got my super powers to begin with.

[harderfasterwrecker]

Yep. And then you got turned into the strongest pipsqueak on the ship.

You beat up a whole ton of bots on the necroworld and gave yourself a killcount that was impressive to me which says a whole hell of a lot. Happy ending, most of us lived, the bad guys died, right?

[ He reaches out and takes the bottle back, immediately releases the proboscis in his helm to shove it into the bottle. A decent amount disappears very quickly. ]

And then, apparently, you started having fits in your sleep.

[ He is hilariously able to talk and drink at the same time. ]

[daintylegs]

I clawed open my chest. I was lucky I woke up in time and didn't seriously hurt myself.

[But it was close.]

What happens next?

[harderfasterwrecker]

What happens next is that keeps happening, and Hornhead isn't exactly down with anything that leads to you getting hurt. Even if you're the one doing it.

[ Another very long drink before he hands it back. TG is probably gonna need it. ]

I stepped in about the point where you ripped his arm and half his face off and he wasn't gonna say anything about it.

[daintylegs]

[Tailgate takes it and holds it, but doesn't do much more than that.]

Of course he wouldn't. That's just how he is.

I don't want to hurt him Whirl, even if he thinks he can take it.

[harderfasterwrecker]

Look, the problem with Hornhead is he's gonna take whatever you give him.

[ Big ol bell helm tilts like an owl. ]

Which sounds great an' all until you remember he's a dramatic S.O.B. who thinks you don't use words and just feel things real loud at each other until you DIE.

[ By the end of that little speech, whirl is mildly strangling the air. Don't mind him. ]

We basically had an act of god fix the situation last time, so we're gonna have to get creative.

[daintylegs]

Where are we going to find a god around here though?

[Tailgate can feel panic rising in his chest and he clamps down on it as hard as he can. That is never a guaranteed to work, but he tries every time anyway.]

I should go talk to Ratchet. I bet he'd know what to do.

[harderfasterwrecker]

[ There is a moment where Whirl pauses, like there's something right at the edge of his vocalizer.

Then the moment is gone. ]

We got two of them, right? That's gotta be better than one. And we also don't have to chase down the ship, so we got time!