Cliffjumper | TFA ARCHIVED

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[Blurr would find himself in a small clearing a bit of a ways away from Detroit, certainly out of the Elite Guard’s or Team Prime’s scanners. Longarm was waiting, staring at Blurr with a sort of intensity before it breaks as a smile stretches across his faceplate.]

Agent Blurr, thank you for-

friends tugging along as well?

[He hoped it'd be only them. Not that it wasn't fun in the bigger group, but Cliffjumper... Might have something to go over with his best pal.]

[Cliff gives him a warm smile.]

Ya can count me in!

[He stepped out of the hab-suite, happy that he got to polish his paint before he buried himself under a blanket and his stuffed toys. Maybe he managed to spray away some of the tiredness from his lids.]

Is it a two bot excursion or are your --

Mind your own business! And I don't know what you mean by that!

HEY! Um... Yeah... Partner. He... He doesn't mind.

@rodimustheprime.bsky.social

And there was a ring of his doorbell.

The bot slowly crawled from beneath the cozy haven and went to the entrance, yawning halfway there.

His optics went wide.]

Rodimus! What are you doing here? I thought you were busy!

cubicle. His home didn't even have a wash station. The complex had a communal one and now Cliffjumper needed to warm himself up, since the landlord never fixed the cold solvent problem.

He'll have to look for a better place to rent, wouldn't he? But everything is out of his budget now...

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nuisance this time didn't mean he wasn't a traitor! Ah... And Sir Longarm...]

AGH! [He flopped, face down, to the berth.] Stupid processor! Just let me decompress in peace!

[He turned to his side. Looking though a small window just next to the berth. Probably the most luxurious part of this --

[Back on Cybertron, Cliffjumper was lying down on his berth, with the heaviest blanket he possessed on top of him. The lights were dim in his small hab-suite.

It was so stressful, but his first ever field mission did turn out okay. And maybe Mirage was... No! Just because he wasn't as big of a --

Um, I mean I ah... I have... Someone. AND I'M DEFINITELY NOT GOING TO BERTH WITH A DECEPTION!

... I'm taken.

Acknowledged, Sir.

What are you implementing?

... Well, I can't stop you from sharing your sob story, can I?

I... As you see fit, Magnus Sir. Is the meeting already scheduled?

Well. I was saving my Prime's image. And we both know those were just drunk words. No one means what they say while drunk.

I could do that for you, Magnus Sir. Remotely.

Oh, so now taking care of a fellow mech that is my boss is what? Romance? Try harder.

NO, I'M NOT!! OUR RELATIONSHIP IS VERY PROFESSIONAL!!

You damn right.

Oh Pits, nah! They only can simulate the actions of bots in love. TO LURE YOU INTO A TRAP AND DEACTIVATE YOU.

This is what you get for being a Decepticon. They probably saw the evil in you and decided to break off the relationship. Good for them.

Ew. I didn't know you Decepticreeps had the capability for "love" in your programming.

... I don't know how to process this data. Did someone hack Magnus' account on this forum?

You should go to the medic, Alice. Bugging out vision might be a symptom of something deeper.

Um, agent Mirage? Is the travel to different planets always this... Stagnate?

There was a smug smile on his faceplate. His new record.

The happiness was short lived though as he didn't know what to do now. And he didn't have anywhere else to go. For the next stellar cycle... Or so. He looked at Mirage that seemed to kept himself busy at the control panels.]

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responses, fixed reports, sent them to the right departments.

And he's done everything on his to do list for now.

That couldn't be right. He checked his chronometer and to his surprise, his wpm went from 100 to 124 at times. This is what not being interrupted by the impudent stuff result in.

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Highbrow's office. Maybe it was that Longarm Prime sometimes was off-putting. He was at the start at least.

With an ex-vent, he clicked open a tab with all the additional information about the planet Earth he had yet to go through. And then he opened overdue mails from other agents, wrote --