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"Everytime I go out, I swear, some nonsense is going on."

". . ." "This is why I don't leave the palace."

"Sounds like the Autobot-Decepticon War to me."

"And what of the other ones?"

". . ." "And what is the reason for this fight?"

"Saying it again, doesn't exactly clairfy it. What IS a Coquetticon?"

"Give it one more go, I still don't understand."

"Like that clears it up more???"

"Wait, so you aren't a Decepticon?"

"..." "Who?"

"I'm not forcing anything, just giving you a warning is all. You seem nice enough."

"Good thing I'm no longer an Autobot then. Just keep your war outside of my turf, and there won't be any trouble."

"You commit crimes in space often?"

"It's pretty much just the old Quintesson Empires territory, plus a few systems I've add since then."

"Doesn't really matter to me unless you do it in my territory."

"Bad people deserve bad things, that's all I'm saying."

"So cruel! I only do such things to terrorists and the such."

"Well that's....gruesome. At least put them out of their misery swiftly."

"Why are you handling a lot of glitter? You some sort of craftsman?"

"Personally, I'd ditch the glitter and add more color break up via different shades of the colors you already have."

"The prettiest part about you is your frame. The rest is rather basic I'm afraid. It is a nice frame though, just a few paint tweaks and you'd look perfect."

"Guess that makes two of us. I at least look younger than you."

GASP! "I'll have you know that I just had my paint re-done! I look young for my age and you know it!"

"7 mil? Guess we're about the same age then."

"You know, taking a closer look at you.... I'd guess around..... 10 million?"

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". . ." "I-" ". . ." "No."

"But it's nice isn't it? Feeling emotions?"

"Loneliness, a feeling I know all too well. Of course, I found ways to rid of such feelings. How long have you felt it?"

"I don't see why I would." "So, what's a bot like you want with a bot like me?"

"Yeah? Had some time off, thought I'd just wander for a bit."

"Sounds like you have a job to do then."

"How would you like to be re-added to the archives?"

"A Prime? I've never heard of you, but it is a pleasure to meet you either way!" ". . ." "So what happened to your face?"

"You can call me Cosmos." He sits down next to the bot. "Who might you be?"

Cosmos pulls out a vial of bright turquoise energon, offering it to the bot. "It's homemade, best energon you'll find around here."

"Last time I checked I was!" Bending over to look at the bot. "You good?"

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"I decided that's MY choice to make!" He pauses for a moment. "Whatever you think you know about me, it's wrong. I am NOT the Cosmos you once knew, because that isn't me! My badge is not red, or purple, or any flashy color like that. My badge is black. My badge means peace! -

He bends his arm and servo unnaturally to rip her off of him holding her out infront of him now. "You really have no idea who I am do you?" He smiles, his glossa growing sharper by the minute. Tears run down his face through lines that seem to be implanted for this specific reason.

"STOP TALKING!" His body sparks with energy as he yells. He retracts his mask and visor, allowing the tears that had been building up pour out. He clutches his helm as his body sparks more. Blue sparks shooting off of him intensity growing by the moment. "For the last time, I am NOT your Cosmos!"

"You can only count all the stars in the sky so many times before you yearn for anything else. You act as if I didn't fight in battles, I did. Problem was that I was small and weak, and the team treated me as such. Like I was a sparkling who wondered onto the battle field! -

". . ." "I don't know why I thought you'd understand, none of you ever have." ". . ." "I'll blow up whoever the hell I want."

"I can't speak for Arcee, but the reason I left was because of how I was treated. I wasn't always this big you know. To the Autobots, I was a tool. A ship to get to get them out of trouble, a lookout, someone who's only purpose is to float around space and be a Con alarm. I hated it. -

"We come from places were the Autobots were more..... Gray."

"Me. I'm not an Autobot."

"Prime isn't in charge of that anymore! I do run off on enhanced energon though."