Ep1 - Corridor - 'Diversions' - 'Closed'

Reflector jumped at the sound of a shortened version of his name, smacking his head on the low ceiling of the vent. It took a long moment for his spark to stop trying to burst from his chassis and run for cover, but once he managed to calm down he realized that it was Fairwinds. Shaking his head a little, Reflector wondered if he was ever going to get used to having other minicons about, it had been a long while since he had to watch out for bots small enough to track him about.

Focusing his optic down at the robotic avian Reflector summoned up his nerve so he could reply "Um...hi Fairwinds..." he seemed to verbally stumble a bit, still not over the shock "I'm doing alright...no one has shot at me...yet..." always the thunderbolt instead of a silver-lining sort of mech, Reflector's cloudy views were nothing new. He was not adjusting well at all, or at least that would be what anyone else would say. The small bot was becoming increasingly flightly, never a few feet away from a bolt-hole of some sort, he was reverting to his old self, the timid little mech who was used to being stepped on simply because no one cared if he was there or not.

On the other hand, Reflector had done a lot of snooping around, soon enough he would have enough dirt that maybe he could ease up on the paranoia...for half a second at least.

Reflector really didn't like how comfortable Fairwinds was with all of this, it was almost like she never knew a time without being linked to another bot. But to him it was as if someone tied a massive chain around his spark, more akin to living in a cage forged of his own body. It was not something he could ever enjoy. Fairwind's words weren't much help either, if Reflector remembered her file correctly she was bonded to Megatron, not a bot on either side of the war would touch her if they could avoid it. He almost wanted to tell her to stop being so naive, his life was only a footstep away from being ended and now stuck in a Decepticon ship Reflector doubted he would last to long, even less so considering his carrier seemed to piss off every both within four miles of him at all times.

Not saying anything he took apart the vent and skittered out, hanging upside down as he reattached the panel, making sure that it looked untouched. "I'm ready..." He said at last, turning that massive optic on Fairwinds, the shutter sliding across it quickly to create a sort of blinking motion as he waited for the little bird.

The little bot listened to Fairwinds, still not all that up to saying anything since he still felt the urge to correct her on her rose tinted view of everything. Wanting to get a better idea of what sort of bot she was, Reflector reconnected with the ship's database, he was able to do this wirelesly since he had already interfaced with it on w psychical level. Glancing back at Fairwind's profile he noted that she was somewhat damaged, unable to emotionally grow beyond her current point, which did explain quite a lot. The two were as different as night and day, though an ally who most likely didn't have the mental capacity to set Reflector up for something down he road. At least as long as Megattron didn't order her to do so. Clearly not someone he could ever fully trust or even to not backstab him in the end, but for now Barricade was correct, he needed her to survive.

Then she started rambling on about movies and such, which caused a confused minicon to tap into the ship's camera logs to see if she was telling the truth or not. When he found records of the Eradacon mess-hall, if Reflector had an optic ridge it would have been raised so high in shock it might have shot off his face. She was not only telling him the truth, but the drones got up to an insane amount of odd and crazy things. This was a lot to take in, but he realized that she would want an answer.

"I'll look into it...but I'll keep to the vents, thank you very much."

Swooping his gaze out over the feeding area, Reflector was more or less reminded of how humans fed their farm animals, only to slaughter them later. Not to say it was a bad room at all, the Nemesis was a top of the line ship and showed it in spades, even when suffering from an Autobot attack. He knew how Decepticons saw their drones, even these which were becoming more Cybertronian then robot.

As the little minicon studied the room, zooming in with his optics to note where all the vents were and how they might connect to others, giving him a better idea of the ship's layout. Then all of a sudden Fairwinds opened up with a question he expected much later, or at least when the tour was over. Turning his optic back around to see her beaked face-plate, Reflector considered his options. He figured that if she had a hard-line to Megatron, lying was possibly not the best way to go, the tyrant was no doubt fed up with such slag from Starscream and wouldn't tolerate it in another bot.

With a little sigh, Reflector gave a short sum up "I got branded a traitor and shot at for no reason at all, escaped to a ship that was taking off on Neutral ground. This was the medic Cleaver's ship and we got along after she realized I had little choice in the matter. I stayed with her for several standard human years before everything broke out here and we stumbled across Barricade. I was linked to him because I had never been in such a damaged mind before and activated his carrier program. And no, I have never been linked to a bot before, it's pure hell."

It was barely an explanation, no real details at all, just bullet points, if he would tell the whole thing they might be stuck there for an hour. "Happy? May we please go back to the tour, Fairwinds?" and even after spilling the beans and becoming further annoyed with the avian, Reflector managed to remain polite and just as nervous as before.

The little bot didn't rely to that, he had pretty much guessed that Fairwinds had the opposite problem, he was right in figuring that she didn't know how this all felt. Though he didn't state it outright, even as limited a bot as she was, Fairwinds could easily rip Reflector to shreds if she so put her mind to it. He was more then willing to let all of that go, chocking it up to just being raised different then him, however it was the little metal avian's last remark that caused the massive optic on the minicon to glow a dull red.

"Fairwinds..." Taking a few steps closer that mono-optic glared right into the other minicon's optics "Unless Megatron now defeats his foes through hugging, unless Decepticons have given up their ideals of the strongest do as they please, unless my rather vivid memories of being used for target practice by who were supposed to be on my side are false, the Decepticons are the same as they ever were and I'm once more a slave to them." he had half a mind to shoot her right then and there with his beam, proving him correct, but she was just so naive and trusting that Reflector knew he would never have the spark to harm her, further evidence that he wouldn't be able to last long.

"My job is ferreting out secrets, Fairwinds." Reflector stated slowly as he managed to calm down and shrink back "I have been in the computer long enough to know that those on the ship are not different from those who nearly killed me every day of my life." as much as he would like to believe that Fairwinds' rose-colored view of the Decepticons was correct, all evidence he had collected so far pointed to his fellow minicon just being nuts.

With a digital sigh he clung to the little bird's back "I'm sorry... Let's just go. This conversation is pointless." he was quickly retreating back into his more timid personality. He realized right away that he stepped out of line, Fairwinds was stronger then him, held a far higher rank and was bonded to Megatron. He must have been crazy to snap at her like that.