“Ay. That it is”
“Just our own beautiful selves,” Flyby quips.
Motherboard stood like a statue nearby. Possessing spindly, blade-like limbs and black armor, the Decepticon first officer showed no emotion whatsoever- the flat screen she bore in lieu of a face didn’t help matters at all. Whether her robotic demeanor was related to her connection to Salvation’s systems was unknown.
“Percent change of survival was forty-seven-point-zero-six,” she tonelessly states.
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“wow. I think you forgot to factor in Cybertronian luck.”
Thrust jumps and looks around.
He hadn’t realized she was there.
He [cybertronian equivalent of blushed] and turned his eyes toward the ground.
Vigor grinned and playfully elbowed Thrust.
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Motherboard turns to stare at Gatecrasher… or at least, she might have been staring. Hard to tell.
“Luck is not a quantifiable factor in-” she begins to explain, before getting cut off.
“Yeah, we know,” Flyby says with a laugh.
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“Any particular reason why not? It seems to be fairly constant in Cybertonians.” He told her.
“Oh… Uhm… Captain… Can we talk, then?” she asked Topside.
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" ‘Luck’ is an abstract concept," Motherboard drones, “created to explain success or failure brought by chance.”
“Don’t see any reason why not,” Topside says with a shrug."
“Well so is mathematics. It’s a system developed to represent quantities, but the quantities at hand don’t always have a specific real-world meaning, and are therefore abstract.” He countered.
“Uhm… In four eyes?” she said pointing with her four arms at the myriad of people around them.
Thrust opened his mouth to say something, but closed it.
Vigor chuckled.
“Look who’s got a crush.” He teased Thrust.
“Hey. I bet there’s someone on this ship that you’ve been eyeing.” Thrust retorted hotly.
Vigor grinned widely. “Nope.”
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“…Very well,” Motherboard says after a pause. “I will factor luck into all future calculations going forward.”
She might have been being sarcastic, but it was hard to tell with her usual demeanor.
Topside rolls his eyes.
“Fine; if you insist on privacy, we’ll have our talk back on Salvation.”
Flyby saunters over.
“What’re we talkin’ about?” he asks, looking around at the brothers.
Thrust [cybertronian equivalent of blushed] and said quietly, “Nothing.”
Vigor and Lightshift laughed.
Flyby would’ve smirked, but he didn’t have a mouth.
“Sure, pal. Sure.”
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“You do that.” Gatecrasher retorts. not sure if she was being sarcastic or not.
Salvation continues to fly through the mountains. Twenty miles of sand-colored cybertronian metal gliding between the sparkling peaks of Planet Omega made for quite a sight.
“Okay, they’re not even slowing down?” Flyby whines. “That’s rude.”
“Well, a ship this big takes a while to slow down. Lotta momentum.”
Flyby looks over at Gatecrasher.
“I know how boats like her work, man,” he says. “I’m her pilot, in case you forgot.”
“Actually, I did. Sorry” replied Gatecrasher, sounding a little sheepish.
Flyby waves his hand.
“It’s cool,” he says. “It’s not like I get out much. I’m on the bridge most of the time.”