This is my weapon, this is my gun [Open]

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Episode 2 | Week 4 | Day 6

♫You see us comin'
And you all together run for cover
We're takin' over this town♫

Terrabit was singing at the top of her vents, singing along to the music pounding from the speaker. The demolition expert was at a workbench in one of the Nemesis’s work rooms. In front of her was her mine deployer halfway dismantled. Various pieces of delicate cybertronian technology were carefully arranged on the table, as were miscellaneous power tools. The order on the table was in stark contrast to the chaos that was Terrabit. Aside from her off key singing to heavy metal music, she was still shedding dust, dirt and debris that decontamination had failed to remove, she still wore eon old scratches and worn paint, and her booty shakin to the beat was only marginally in sync.

All this was thoroughly normal. Even working, the femme was living it up. In the same workshop, the milling machines were precisely producing key components for more of Terrabit’s transforming mine. Such was the joy of computerised numerical control that Terrabit merely had to execute a program and the computer produced half the parts she needed for her explosives.

♫Here we come, reach for your gun
And you better listen well my friend, you see
It's been slow down below,
Aimed at you, we're the cowboys from hell♫

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The noise in the workshop would be interrupted by a voice asking:

"Whacha doing?"

A large seeker stood in the doorway. Skywarp had been on his way to the mess hall when he'd heard the noise echoing down the corridor. He liked workshops, though it had been a while since he'd snuck his way into Flatline's and given the spindly mech a nasty fright. He'd come out the victor in that encounter, winning a drone, a promise that he would be called on to fight any Autobots Flatline encountered and terrifying the mech himself by yanking him off the top of the ship.

That drone, sadly, was no more, broken only a few days ago. Still it had taught Skywarp that you could get interesting things from folks inside workshops, which is why he had stop by this one to see what was going on. He vaguely recognised the figure inside, that helm certainly was most distinct with the four horns. Perhaps he'd seen it in passing. But the Nemesis was a big ship and it was easy to go weeks without seeing the same face again. Er, some faces. Vehicons didn't really count.

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Terrabit only barely heard Skywarp’s question over the noise in the workshop. Between the music, her singing and the background machinery, it was a remarkable feat Terrabit felt. She held up an apologetic hand while she quickly searched her workbench for the stereo’s remote. When she found it, she quickly reduced the volume of the music to a quiet background level not quite suited to the heavy metal thumping.

“Well howdy! Almost didn’t hear ya. Ive been tryin’ t’fix this fraggn’ mine deploya o’ mine. Anyhoo, name’s Terrabit, think I’ve seen ya round.”

She proffered a hand to shake, only marginally cover in grease and dust, and a smile. And it was a fully genuine smile as she happily noted his decent frame and orange optics.

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The seeker shifted a little, leaning his weight against the doorframe as he waited for the Decepticon inside to sort herself out. This wasn't like Flatline's workshop or the med-bay, where a dozen curiosities lined the walls and he itched to go in and explore. This workspace was a generic one, where any could come in and set-up a project. There were tools and machines working away but he wouldn't have to travel far to find the same in another room. While he was intrigued by what could possibly be going on in here, Skywarp also was fully prepared that it might not be as interesting as he hoped.

Thankfully, it wasn't long before the other Con found what she was looking for and turned the music down. Skywarp's forehead creased slightly with confusion at the offered hand and the pleased smile, it was his experience that Decepticons that appeared nice were also often Decepticons that wanted something out of him. While the grime didn't bother him, he shook Terrabit's hand with a hint of suspicion in his optics.

But her answer to what she was doing disproved the low expectations Skywarp had coming into the room and sounded very interesting indeed.

"Woah," he said, optics wide with excitement and forgetting to offer his name in exchange. "A mine deployer. That sounds explodey. Please tell me it's really, really explodey."

It was Skywarp's humble opinion that anything involving fire and explosions was absolutely most awesome. But-

"Wait, it's broken? How come?"