FIRST TALK WITH BLUESTREAK


Repair Bay...
Candice walks into the repair bay and gives a small wave to its occupants.
Bluestreak looks back and forth between the two femmes.
Tripline is standing near the medical cabinets, removing items and 
putting them in subspace, she does not look happy.

You say, "Hi, everyone."

Stormwind's visor is dark, watching Trip.

Candice hesitates. "I just walk in on something?"

Bluestreak motions Candice over to where he's sitting on a bed.

Tripline spins around looking at Stormwind, "You have something to 
say to me." her voice is harsh.

Candice approaches Bluestreak with a quizzed look on her face.
Candice glances over to the two femmes briefly wondering just what 
had happened. She turns her attention back to Bluestreak

Bluestreak picks Candice up and sets her on the bed
Bluestreak mutters to you: "You don't know what's going on?"

You mutter to Bluestreak: "No...I don't. Do you?"

Stormwind growls a bit at the tone of voice, and her visor brightens to 
a point brighter than usual...
Stormwind says, "Depends on whether or not what Ramhorn said is true."

Bluestreak mutters to you: "Well, I don't know all that much myself. I think 
what's going on is that Tripwire went and repaired a Decepticon."

Candice blinky, blinks at Bluestreak.

Tripline states, "That I went to Hawaii, that I repaired decepticon 
soldiers," she snaps, "Yes, it is true Stormwind. Are you going to 
call me a traitor now?! I did it so we can get Swiftpaw back."

Stormwind says, "Did it work?"

Candice slightly jumps at the tone of voice.

Bluestreak mutters to you: "Something about Swiftpaw being captured."

Stormwind's tone of voice has no bounciness, is cold as ice...

Tripline says, "He'll be returned tomorrow, if not, Rippersnapper knows his 
life is void. As does Divebomb."

Candice glances up at the Autobot looking a bit worried.

Tripline has the edge to it like she's dealling with decepticons, probably 
because she isn't happy about what she did, and just spent several hours with them.

Bluestreak hmms.
Bluestreak mutters to you: "I think we should leave this between these two, 
don't you?"

Candice nods.
You mutter to Bluestreak: "Yeah...I think your right."

Tripline states, still with the tone, "I didn't like what I did, but I'm not 
letting him stay there prisoner. I am not going to sit here while we plan his escape." she ends it with a snap, "But yes, Stormwind, I would do it again, to get him back."

Bluestreak discreetly hops down off the table. "I'm going to get my bunk 
ready for habitation again. You want to come, Candice?"

Candice nods. "Um...sure."
Candice gestures that she needs to be helped down first.

Bluestreak grins sheepishly, "Oh yeah, I always forget."
Bluestreak scoops Candice off the table and carries her in his arms
Bluestreak makes a detour around no man's land between the two femmes on his 
way to the door.
Main Corridor
Bluestreak visibly relaxes as he comes out of medbay.

You say, "Less turbulance out here"

Stormwind comes in from the repair bay.
Stormwind has arrived.

Bluestreak says, "Well, that was an experience. I mean, I don't really know 
what was going on, but it can't be anything good"
Bluestreak rounds the corner on his way to his quarters.
Long Corridor

Candice nods. "Lucky me walking right in the middle of it."

Bluestreak says, "It kinda started up around me. I don't like 
confrontations like that."

You say, "I can certainly understand that. They shouldn't 
be done in front of an audiance at any rate"

Barracks
Bluestreak walks down the rows to his own quarters. He looks 
longingly at some of the things that the other Autobots have from 
Cybertron. He doesn't say much. As he rounds the corner he comes to 
his own empty spot. He sets Candice down on the bed and sits down beside 
her. He looks around, wondering where to begin.

Candice glances around. "Nice bunk," she comments.
Candice glances up at him. "Something on your mind?"

Bluestreak sighs. "Not like I have all that much to arrange. I took 
everything that really mattered with me. I'm sorry I pulled you in here, 
Candice. I don't like being in arguments like that. It was an excuse to 
get out of there. I don't knw why I asked you along."

Candice shrugs. "You don't have to apologize. I don't mind."

Bluestreak opens up his chest compartment and starts digging around inside, 
humming to himself.

Candice asks, "What's that your humming? I don't think I recognize the tune."

Bluestreak says, "See, most of this stuff is from Earth, since I don't have 
all that much from Cybertron. Oh, this? A tune they had back on Cybertron 
before I left. I guess it's just something old and forgotten now."

You say, "I kinda like it."

Bluestreak says, "It was written before the war, of course. 
There wasn't a lot of very cheerful music written afterwards, and I 
don't like depressing stuff."

Candice responds, "Can't say I blame you there. I take it 'Blues' 
don't sit too well with you."

Bluestreak laughs, "Or country. I have enough problems of my own, 
and I don't try to share them with those that don't want to know."

Candice icks. "Same here. Soemthing's aren't meant to be broadcasted 
over the airwaves."

Bluestreak goes back to digging through his chest compartment. He 
takes out a few odds and ends and begins to lay them out on the bunk. 
Some dead branches (complete with dead leaves), a few gear wheels, a 
crankshaft, an interesting rock with a streak of grey and gold, the arm 
of a mannequin, a child's lunchbox, a peacock's feather, a couple strings 
of beads, and a few other things.

Candice grins slightly. "Packrat."

Bluestreak picks up the feather, which looks kind of crumpled. "Turborats! 
It got crunched."
Bluestreak runs a finger over it thoughtfully. "Oh well, I guess it doesn't 
matter."

Candice asks in curiosity, "What in the heck is a truborat?"

Bluestreak grins. "Err, well... I don't need to carry my weapons 
in subspace, so I keep my stuff there. Turborats? They live on most 
of the commercial space stations. You know, little grey things, about 
knee high on you. They're fast, and they eat just about everything."
Bluestreak makes a face. "They're gross. Slimy things that are half 
organic and half metal. I've seen them chew holes in straight steel."

Candice blinks. "Oh...terrific. There's none loose aroung hereare there?"
Candice wonders if that's Fireclaw's andd Steeljaw's secondary 
function...keeping away the mice and turborats

Bluestreak says, "Umm, no. They couldn't live on Cybertron, since there's 
nothing organic there for them to eat, and the Ark didn't make any 
stops on the way here. We just took off and crashed."

You say, "I heard about the 'crashing' already. THAT must have been some 
headache."

Bluestreak says, "I don't remember all that much, really. There was a big 
fight going on at the time. That's why we crashed"

Candice hasn't heard this part before. "A fight?"

Bluestreak says, "We'd used up all the power for the defenses on getting 
through a metorite field. We were kind of low on power at the time. The 
whole army was. I wasn't even fully charged when we left. That's why things 
got so out of hand, I think"

Candice only nods in response. She then asks, "What happened then?"

Bluestreak nods. "The Con ship is what did it, I think. It was attached 
to the Ark with a tractor beam, and they were just kind of being towed 
along when the fight started. The Ark's engines couldn't take the extra 
drag when it was caught in the Earth's gravitational field. It dragged us 
down, and everyone was too busy to notice until it was too late to stop the 
crash. I think I saw Optimus go for the controls and pull us up at the 
last minute, though. Or we would have plowed right into the ground and 
been scrapped for sure. Not someting I want to do more than once in my 
life. I didn't even want to do it the first time..."

You say, "Oh. Did everyone in your crew...make it out alright?"

Bluestreak grins. "Yeah, about four million years later. A bit of an 
excessive nap, I think."

Candice muffles a slight giggle. "Aweful long beauty sleep." She stops for a 
moment. "And the eruption from this volcanoe was what woke you guys up?"

Bluestreak snorts. "It woke the Cons up, that much we know. I guess Teletran 
was pretty damaged after the crash and the long wait, because it couldn't 
tell the difference between us. They left, and I guess there must have been 
an aftershock, because there was enough of a tremor to put Prime under 
Teletran's sensors to get repaired. Then he woke up the rest of us, and 
boy was I fuzzy for awhile."

Candice presses her lips together. "For your sakes I'm glad there was an 
aftershock."

Bluestreak nods. "I'm glad, or I'd have been a rusty, umm, popsicle 
forever, I guess. Or maybe until the next eruption. Course, I bet it 
wouldn't do any good then, after the cons had been up and about so long. 
There probably wouldn't be much left period.

You say, "That's true. Some of us want this planet to stay around a little 
longer."

Bluestreak picks up the rock and starts to juggle it between his two hands. 
"Me too. I like it here."
You hear Bluestreak mutter: "all, there's...left...on..."

Candice glances at the Autobot in concern, "What are you mumbling about?"

Bluestreak waves a hand dismissively. "Nothing. It's not important, I guess."

Candice nods...not asking him any further on the matter. "What exaactly 
do you like about Earth?" she asks instead with a forced grin.

Bluestreak shrugs. "I guess part of it is that I don't really have much 
to go home to on Cybertron. Most everyone else here knows, so you might 
as well too. I didn't have much when I left, and if I left my friends here, 
I would be all alone. So I like it here with my friends in the Autobots. 
And a few humans that I know personally."
Bluestreak goes back to looking at his rock and passing it between his 
two hands.

Candice can relate to that. "That's understandable."
Candice asks carefully, "You...wouldn't have anywahere to go if you e
ver left?"

Bluestreak speaks with a hint of bitterness in his voice, and his face grows 
serious and sad. "No. I have no friends left outside the Autobots. At 
one time, before I was an Autobot, I live in a trade city called Charan. 
All my friends were there. I was sort of a messanger, and I was away on 
business when the city was attacked and leveled. No survivors. Except me."

Candice can only say, "I'm sorry."
Candice looks down...beginning to feel somwhat disturbed herself. She falls 
silent.

Bluestreak sighs. "I wandered around for I don't know how long. I was what 
they call an 'Empty', and it's not a time I look back on with fondness. No 
friends, no alleginces, only myself. Alone. Except for the millions of 
others like me, with no one to turn to." He shudders. "It's very dangerous, 
and I saw a lot of very bad things. Then Prime discovered me and brought me 
into his army. And here I am."

Candice nods quietly.

Bluestreak says, "So now you know. In fact, you know a lot more than most. 
I'm sorry for burdening you with my troubles." He looks up across the tiny 
room. "So now you know why I don't have that much stuff with me. There was 
nothing I wanted to take with me, even if I could have. It brings back too 
much pain"

Candice shakes her head. "It'd no burden," she finally says after a lengthy 
silence. "And I can understand how you would rather not be reminded of what 
happened."

Bluestreak shrugs again. "So now you know why I reacted like I did yesterday."

Candice responds with, "Yeah...but I kinda picked up on soemthing like this 
by your first reaction to the comment one of the tape made back in the CO 
Center. It was pretty obvious...too me anyway."

Bluestreak says, "There's no point in hiding it. Although usually I'm a bit 
better at handling it than I was last night. It just caught me with my guard 
down, that's all."

Candice shrugs. "That happens sometimes I guess. I still think they 
shouldn't have made those comments about Omega the way they were either."

Bluestreak considers thoughtfully a moment. "Omega had roughly the same thing 
happen to him, but he handles it differently. I wouldn't get too close to 
him. He's very big, and like I said, he has a nasty temper. Especially when 
it comes to Constructicons. He also has no sense of humor, so if you make 
him mad or get in his way accidentally, he might just decide to walk over 
you. Literally."

Candice glances up at the Autobot. "From where I stand I can just about be 
walked on by just about anyone around here."

Bluestreak says, "You know how big I am compared to you? I'm about four 
times larger than you. Well, Omega is about ten times larger than me."

Candice whoops. "Major growth spurt."

Bluestreak shakes his head. "There used to be a lot of Guardians on 
Cybertron. He's the last one left, and he's here, so I guess there are 
none there now. He wasn't an Autobot at first, and he's really old. No 
one knows how old. Maybe even older than Kup."

Candice ohs. "What were the Guardians'....um...function?"
Candice adds, "And what were they guarding?

Bluestreak shrugs. "To guard the cities, I guess. There were only a few 
when I was created. Charan didn't have a guardian. Even back then, Omega was
the biggest and most powerful. I don't know what happened to the rest, 
but now he's the last."

You say, "So...he's alone too."
Candice is looking a bit more disturbed

Bluestreak shudders. "Yeah, but trust me, he doesn't want any help. All he 
cares about is revenge. When Megatron ordered the Constructicons to demolish 
the city Omega guarded, he did something to his mind. He has no emotions 
left, I hear. That's why he talks like he does."
Bluestreak says, "Omega, I mean. I don't think Megatron had any emotions to 
begin with"

Candice asks, quietly, "What do you mean? How does Omega talk?"

Bluestreak says, "Uhh, like this:"
Bluestreak says in a flat, deep voice that mimics Omega's as best he can, 
"Talk, excessive. Time, limited."

Candice ahs. "Brief and too the point?"

Bluestreak says, "He uses the shortest possible phrase that he can still come 
across clearly with. And trust me, if you don't get it the first time, no 
one ever asks him for clarification."

Candice mutters, "Guess everyone has their own way of dealing with things."

Bluestreak says, "I guess"
Bluestreak looks over at Candice. "Can I ask you a question?"

Candice nods. "Of course."

Trailbreaker enters the Barracks from the Long Hallway.
Trailbreaker has arrived.
Trailbreaker says, "Hello you two, what ya doing?"

Bluestreak looks up to see Trailbreaker rounding the corner. He blinks. 
"Nothing."

Trailbreaker leans against a near by wall
Trailbreaker says, "So how are you doing Candice?"

Bluestreak blinks at TB again. "I'm setting up my quarters, and Candice is 
helping me."

Trailbreaker says, "Need any more help?"

Bluestreak says, "Umm, no. We're almost done."

Candice silently nods in agreement.
Bluestreak sighs and begins stuffing his junk back into subspace.

Candice inaudibly sighs looking from Bluestreak to the newcomer
You mutter to Bluestreak: "Thanks for invitinig me."

Trailbreaker says, "Why do I think you are hiding something from me?"

Candice turns arouns a little startled ans somewhat offended. "We're 
not hiding anything."

Trailbreaker hmms

Bluestreak looks visibly relieved as TB moves on down the hall. He turns to 
look at Candice a minute.
Candice appears slighty offended that Trailbreaker would ask about what they 
were discussing. She mumbles something under her breath and turns her 
attention back to the Autobot.

Bluestreak shrugs. "It's an army. But still, one likes to think they can 
have a LITTLE privacy every now and then..."

Candice mutters, "Juat a LITTLE."

Bluestreak says, "Well, anyway... Why did you chase me down? The other 
day when I got upset and left. You followed me before anyone else"

Candice seems surprised she was asked but recovers. "Um...well, I 
kinda figured out you must of had a simular expereiance to the to 
Omega Supreme's to have the type of reaction you had. I wanted to 
make sure you were alright."

Bluestreak sighs. "Well, I don't need anyone's pity, but thanks..."

Candice shakes her head. "It...wasn't exactly pity."

Bluestreak looks at the human curiously. "Oh?"

Candice nods sadly and then looks away. "Um...you don't know why I actually 
live here with you guys do you?"

Bluestreak blinks in surprise. "I didn't even know you lived here to begin 
with. Why would you want to live with a bunch of machines when there are 
lots of other humans out there?"

Candice resonds with a, "Maybe because I don't have anywhere else to go like 
you and Omega."

Bluestreak freezes a moment, stunned. "Like me and Omega...? Ohhhh. I see. 
I'm sorry. Do you want to share?"

Candice hesitates for a moment before continuing. "Several months ago 
Spike and I were both prisoners of the Decepticons. After were were 
returned here and both of us were taken back to Seattle to our homes 
that's when we found out a squirmish of some sort had wiped out half 
the city.

Bluestreak nods. "Let me guess. Your life was wiped out as well..."

Candice nods with a barely audible, "Yeah. That's one way of putting it. To 
make matters worse when I tried contacting some of my relatives...well, lets 
just say they don't want to have anything to do with the Autobots or anyone 
whose befriended them.'

Bluestreak nods. "So you lost all of your friends too. I know how you feel, 
I think. It's not easy when no one understands what it's like..."

Candice shifts uncomfortably in her seat. "They found my father's body but 
they never could identify my Mom's or my brother Scott's."

Bluestreak nods. He puts an arm around the human, gently so as not to hurt 
her. "You don't have to go into detail if you don't want to. I've seen the 
victims of war. Many times. I used to dream about them during rest cycles, 
and what I'd seen. Then I would wake up, wanting to cry out, but I couldn't. 
It would have been taken as a sign of weakness, and would have gotten me 
killed. What was almost worse was when I couldn't tell the difference 
between what was a dream and what wasn't. I would wake up, expecting to 
be back in my house, and then it would all come crashing down on me, 
like it was happening all over again. Do you know what I mean?"

You say, "I know excaltly what you mean. I relive it almost every night."
Candice slighty shudders.
You say, "Fireflight and some of the other Aerials allowed Spike and 
me to stay in their hanger for awhile. After we learned about what had 
happened I was invited to stay on a more permenant basis. Spike's 
suggesting to me I go elsewhere but I don't know how I can."
Candice adds, "He recommended I return to college as if nothing
ever happened. As if THAT'S going to solve anything."

Bluestreak looks down and doesn't say anything for a long time. Finally 
he says in a quiet voice, "It doesn't happen so often now, but I still 
expect to roll over off my bunk and look out the portal over the 
Great Gorge. When I was alone all that time, it used to happen a lot. 
Every day. I'm afraid I don't remember all that much about that time 
in my life. Afterwards, I mean. At least, not coherantly. I see a lot 
of images, but they mostly aren't connected to one another. It's not a 
very good time for me..."

Candice listens.

Bluestreak sighs. "You never get over it. All you can do is live with it."

Candice grumbles softly. "And I keeping being told 'Don't worry...you'll get 
used to it.' Excuse me but there wasn't a course on anything like this 
when I went to register for classes last I checked."

Bluestreak says, "I don't even remember when I was rescued. All I know 
was that one day I was outside on my own, and the next thing I remember, 
I was in this room, alone. I was so scared. I thought the Cons had finally 
caught me, and I was going to be tortured, or worse."

You say, "You mean no one even bothered to stay with you?"
You say, "I mean to at least fill you in on where you were when you woke up?"

Bluestreak thinks a moment, then shakes his head. "No, there was no one 
there. The first thing I did was scramble out of bed and head for the door, 
only I didn't get very far. Prime was coming down the hall, and I crashed 
right into him. I don't remember anything else, so I must have passed out 
from the shock. The next time I woke up he was there."

Candice frowns. "SOMEONE should have been in there with you when you first 
woke up. No wonder why you freaked."

Bluestreak says, "Ratchet was there too, and he started to say something 
about getting out of bed and running full tilt into officers, but he said 
it was ok. Prime did, anyway. I think they were low on staff at the time, 
but it was a long time before I was well enough to do anything useful, and 
even longer before I could fight. I wasn't a warrior. I'm still not, really."

Candice looks up at the Autobot with curiosity. "What exactly is your 
occupa...um...'function'?"

Bluestreak says, "I'm a gunner now. That's why I have these." His twin mortar launchers swing up and lock into position, as if ready to fire. After a second they relax, swinging down into a resting position. "I didn't used to have a function. It's pretty much a rank thing. A job. I would gladly do something else, if I could."

Candice asks, "What would you be doing...if you had a choice?"

Bluestreak leans back against the wall. "Oh, I don't know. It's been a long 
time since I thought about it. I'd like to do what I did before, I suppose. 
Carry messages if I was back on Cybertron. If I was here, I suppose I could 
relax. I'd have to find out more about what I wanted to do here if I stayed. 
Which I probably would. There's not much left for me on Cybertron, like I 
said..."

Candice nods.
You say, "Maybe you'll be able to do that...someday."

Bluestreak says, "I hope so. All this fighting is not for me."

Candice sighs. "Same here. Although the most I can to the Cons is just blink 
'em to death."
You say, "All I'm able to do is just find more unique ways of getting in 
trouble"

Bluestreak says, "I know how you feel. It's not like I could have been any 
help, even if I was back home at the time. I was not a warrior, either"

Candice grunts in frustration. "Most of the time I just feel so helpless 
around here."

Bluestreak says, "You can help us, if you like"
Bluestreak says, "I know Prime is looking for someone to handle our 
exposure to the public..."

Candice states, "Some time ago Optimus asked me to be the Autobots' Public 
Relations rep. But I haven't been doing much except write article for 
newspapers and magazines. I'm also currently working on setting up a web 
page...just saome basic info about Cybertron and Transformers in gerneal."

You say, "It's not much but I guess it's a start"

Bluestreak says, "See? You are being useful"

Candice shrugs. "Maybe."
You say, "I dunno. I still had two more years of college yet to go. I didn't 
even think I would be using my Journalism degree before could even get it."

Bluestreak grins for the first time since he started this conversation. "I'm 
sure if you hang around here long enough, they'll find something you can do. 
Heck, they did for me, and I was about the most hopeless Transformer on 
Cybertron..."

You say, "As what? A door stop?"
Candice holds in a giggle.

Bluestreak grins.

Candice unexpectantly yawns...she attempts to conceal it but is unsuccessful. She blushes in embarrassment. "Um...sorry," she says. "Guess I stayed up too late.'

Bluestreak takes a deep breath. "I know. Umm, I should get a recharge 
myself..."

You say, "It was nice talking to you tho. Thanks for inviting me in."

Bluestreak nods. "No problem. Feeling better?"

You say, "Yeah. It helps to know I'm not alone in this I suppose. Thanks."
You say, "You feeling any better?"

Bluestreak says, "Yeah. Umm, listen. Please don't tell anyone what I told you. A lot of it is known by most of the bots, but not all of it. So please keep it to yourself, Ok? I'll do the same"

Candice nods. "Of course I'll do that."
Candice nods and then stands up...gazing at the loooooong distance to the 
floor. "Um...you wouldn't mind getting me down would you? It's a big first 
step."

Bluestreak nods to Candice. He lifts the human up gently and sets her on the 
floor.

Candice begins heading towards her room and turns back to Bluestreak briefly. "Have a good night...or morning...depending on which timezone you wanna use."

Bluestreak lies down on his bunk, resting his chin on his arms

Candice calls, "Sleep well."

Bluestreak says, "You too."