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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Feb 12, 2015 17:00:46 GMT
*System had stopped by the Brig and handed back her weapons, he then walks into the bar and calls to his dad.*
"Dad! Drinks on the house, we have a guest."
*Helix walks out from the kitchen and grins at him. His non-furry form clunking in.*
"Who is it?"
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Post by Breech Loader on Feb 12, 2015 17:08:06 GMT
Breech smiles awkwardly upon seeing Helix, whom she recently attempted to capture and sell to the Decepticons, holding a galactic auction on him.
She straps her weapons back on, trying to look casual and really hoping that Systemcheck and Round Up will keep Helix from trying to kill her - not that she's afraid of him but under the circumstances starting a fight is not desirable.
"Aha. Hey there, kid..."
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Feb 12, 2015 17:11:50 GMT
*Helix looked surprised at first, but then gave a smile. His tail wags and he says.*
"Small world Hotwire."
"Dad, Breech is different now. This is not the same femme, and grandma trusts her."
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Post by Breech Loader on Feb 12, 2015 17:18:01 GMT
"I wouldn't say it's small... Although, I'm hardly surprised I've run into you here," Breech relaxes a little, knowing that she's got a lot of apologising all around, even if people are going to accept it was done under a different name.
"I owe a lot of people apologies, on all fronts. Not all of them are in a position to accept any more, but... I guess I'm sorry about trying to sell you to the highest bidder back in Germany..."
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Feb 12, 2015 17:21:24 GMT
"Apology accepted, I do not carry grudges."
*Helix bows a little. He did have his mother's sweet side, compared to Wildfire.*
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Post by Breech Loader on Feb 12, 2015 17:36:07 GMT
Breech couldn't help but be surprised - again. After all the horrible things she'd done - bringing them up in specifics was unlikely to help her case - there were people here who were willing to give her a second chance?
"I... I'm not an Autobot," she pointed out awkwardly, sitting at the bar, "Just a neutral who's got nowhere to go. Your strongest, cheapest drink please."
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Feb 12, 2015 17:42:14 GMT
"That's okay Breech is it? And sure."
*Helix washes his hands and then starts making a drink. System sits on the bar stool.*
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Post by Breech Loader on Feb 12, 2015 17:49:01 GMT
Breech turns again to Systemcheck. Her new personality is rather strange - as if there is still conflict about how exactly she wants to react, ready for a mood swing at any moment. Being surrounded by so many of the one faction makes her nervous, especially this soon after her debugging.
"I... feel like I can't thank you enough for bringing down those memory blocks, Systemcheck. Or for your offer to help me find my family. We're not twins; I can't even be sure they still function."
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Feb 12, 2015 17:58:05 GMT
"It's fine Breech. I couldn't just stand there and watch what was happening to you."
*Helix stopped in his tracks.*
"My son did what?"
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Post by Breech Loader on Feb 12, 2015 18:14:08 GMT
"Er... Systemcheck took down some... well, a lot of firewalls and buggy programs in my processor," Breech explains to Helix, "He found out that I'd been operating under the wrong name. He helped me to remember my real history, and to see my life from the point of view of my original personality."
She rubs her face.
"Considering the things I've done, that isn't all as good as it should be, but it's better than it was. But now I remember my real family, not a fake history put in place to make me okay with destroying lives."
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Feb 12, 2015 18:41:33 GMT
"And he did that all himself? No medics? No help?"
*Helix says, his jaw hanging open a bit. System blushes and sinks.*
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Post by Breech Loader on Feb 12, 2015 18:52:29 GMT
"Well... yes."
Breech smiles.
"I don't know just how effective it will be just yet. I could still go absolutely crazy at any moment. But I remember so much that I'd been forced to for get by The Institute," she thinks for a minute, "I expect you should be very proud of your son. His programming skills might almost be on a par with Shockwave's."
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Feb 12, 2015 18:55:46 GMT
*Helix blinks and then gives a huge smile. System grins too.*
"Proud? I am extremely proud! Oh my boy wait till your mother hears of this!"
*System grins fully as now he was glad he wasn't in trouble.*
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Post by Breech Loader on Feb 12, 2015 19:06:55 GMT
"And best of all, you didn't have to put any precious Autobots at risk doing it!" Breech jokes, cheerful again.
She takes her drink and looks at it. She can put back High-Grade like a Wrecker and she doubts having her firewalls lowered will have changed that, but it's not her buying.
"What do you want to be when you grow up a bit, 'check?"
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Feb 12, 2015 20:00:44 GMT
*Helix laughs as he pours his son a non-high grade drink. System grins at the question, his optics flaring.*
"Either Head comms officer like my grandpa, or top scientist. Not sure yet, and that's if my uncle doesn't drag me off on his wild dream."
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Post by Breech Loader on Feb 12, 2015 20:07:27 GMT
Breech laughs, then drinks from her cube thoughtfully.
"And just what is your Uncle's wild dream, eh?"
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Feb 12, 2015 20:18:58 GMT
"To be a relic hunter."
*System takes his drink and sips it.*
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Post by Breech Loader on Feb 12, 2015 20:31:26 GMT
Breech laughs.
"He's your uncle? You mean like these things?"
She pulls out one of the valuble relics she got from Shockwave before she was captured by the Autobots, "I know people I can sell them to."
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Feb 12, 2015 20:38:37 GMT
"Yes he is. He's a few days older than me, but he's my dad's youngest brother. And yes! My uncle maybe a jock and rockstar, but he loves to study and find relics. I blame films and video games."
*System admires the relic.*
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Post by Breech Loader on Feb 12, 2015 20:50:25 GMT
"I suppose I owe you," Breech pauses, then reaches into her chest, pulling out the other one. She puts them both on the bar, "And more, but what're you gonna do?"
She finishes her drink.
"It may be hard to believe what with my obvious charm, stunning good looks," she flicks her visor which covers the scarring, "And of course, my vast wealth, but people tend to call me a monster. Most days it's easier to believe them..."
She turns to Systemcheck with a smile.
"Don't ever let anybody tell you what you can and can't be, kid."
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