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[You know what Metalhawk really doesn't want to deal with right now? A lot of things. His bucket list for the day started off with 'recovering from death' (that's a story in itself) and ended in 'alive but somehow within a human body'. Or at least...he thinks it's human. He's ever really seen one up close until now. His mind's practically racing as he flexes his fingers, seeing if they're actually functional as he tries to think of how this could have happened. The last thing he remembers is being on Cybertron--Starscream firing that gun at him. Feeling the surge hit his spark.

And then...somehow coming back; Shockwave commanding him like some sort of puppet. The whole thing made him cringe, hand flexing into a fist angrily. Partially at himself for even thinking of trusting Starscream, and partially at those who took advantage of his body post-mortem. But he was alive, and if anything, this was a second chance--to do things right. Unfortunnately, the briefing he recieved upon awakening didn't sound too appealing. Something about being a 'hero' and siding with the military?

Well THAT certainly wasn't happening.

Getting to his feet (which was a task in itself--you'd be surprised how different mechanical legs and organic legs are), he pulls what looks to be a communications device towards him, turning it over in his palm curiously.

It seemed to be for communication...now he just had to try it out. And the image of him trying to figure this out is like watching a monkey pilot a spaceship. Slightly effective, but not overall efficient. After some trial and error, he manages to get what looks like a video feed up. On the other side, you may notice a rather lanky looking woman, short blonde hair styled up. 'Her' attire consists of a military style outfit: yellow, blue and red in colour. And sharp, piercing hawk-like eyes, blue in colour as they squint into the feed.

That's...'on', right? Well, might as well test it out by formal introduction.]

So from what I can gather, I was imprinted with a symbol against my will, aligning me to a purpose I have no recollection of ever being proposed to. Tell me, is everything this cut and dry when it comes to species, or have I just been unlucky in the last 4 million years? I also seem to be displaced from my own body, and I can't even imagine the explanation required for that one. I'm tempted to skip out on that all together.

[Well...that's KIND of formal. Isn't he a charmer? Don't take it personally--he's just come back from death. You'd be a little cranky too.]

My name is Metalhawk, and if anyone out there is listening, I'd like to speak to whoever's in charge of this. So I can opt out properly. If anyone could please show me the exit, that would be the best for everyone. I don't fight unless there are no other options. I'm sure you can find plenty of other trigger-happy substitutes.

[His curt tone suddenly switches, realizing he's not exactly being very personable.]

Thank you for your time.

[No, thank YOU, sunshine. But that brow furrows as he...seems to have trouble with the device.]

Now how do I turn this thing off...

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I can't say it's a foolish move to make. From what the Autobots have told me back on Cybertron, he's been known for it.

I should have known better, but I thought he could change.

[Someone was wrong~!]

It's nice to meet you, Inumuta. Hopefully, I can assist you more than just delivering bad news.

Some people- human, or otherwise- will never change.

Perhaps, an unbiased perspective of your race's culture would be nice, now that I know all the notes I have on the subject are useless.

I'd be happy to tell you about our culture. I can only imagine what Starscream's told you, but I can guarantee it's not all accurate.

[The big points, maybe, but the fine details are definitely going to be depending on who's telling.

Even if Metalhawk is an extremely honest, albeit judgmental source]

Tell me about the beginning. The All-Spark was something he spoke about searching for for hundreds of ... stellar cycles, I believe?

...The Allspark?

[It's a confused tone. As if Starscream had said he was looking for Bigfoot or something similar.]

The Allspark is just a term for the...afterlife, I suppose you could say. A place to go when you leave this world, mortality-wise. At least, that's what I know it as.

Well, according to him, it's not only an object, but an object that can be broken, because he's blaming the Autobots for doing so.

[You can practically hear that eyebrow raising in skepticism.]

I don't even think Starscream would make something up that ridiculous sounding. But at the same time, I'm positive nothing like that exists...

[CURIOUS AND CURIOUSER.]

The Cybertronians I ran into keep saying I'm from their universe. I suppose an alternative one wouldn't be out of the question.

In which case, the Starscream you know isn't the same as the one here, because their histories don't line up right.

It's a possibility, definitely. It seems too elaborate of a lie to make up, even for him.

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