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Exploration-Solarflare
Chosen by SilverFlame. Featuring the Pokéformer.
"They tell me that your bondmate owns half of Cybertron," the strange Transformer remarked, leaning on the railing overlooking the ship's bridge. On-screen, the planet spun, all blue and green, with swatches of white, cotton candy clouds passing beneath them.
Flare merely shrugged. She was not interested in another discussion of their fortunes; it only caused trouble. The odd Transformer, with his red-blue-gold coloration, was undeterred. "No offense, lady," he offered. "Merely chitchat until we land."
She looked up at him, trying to find -- and got -- truth in his icy optics. "None taken," she replied non-comittally, turning back around to watch the planet. "Tell me, what am I supposed to be doing here again?"
"Your bondmate did not tell you?"
Flare frowned. "Not in so many words."
"I am to introduce you to my people in hopes of forging a trade with Cybertron."
She linked her hands over the rail, crest down. She was the least diplomatic of the two of them, and Mirage damn well knew it. Send Sideswipe or one of his lackeys -- they were used to this sort of thing. But her? No way, by Primus.
The other remained silent, and she was grateful for it. His form reminded her oddly of Laserbeak's and Buzzsaw's ... well, what they might have looked like, before that Maximal Rattrap had blown them up. But there was a grace, a mystical quality about him that she couldn't quite put a talon on.
"Do you like to explore, Lady Ligier?"
His question took her by surprise, especially with its swift change of subject. "I suppose," she replied slowly, unsure.
"Well, I gather you'd like my homeworld. We have many things to offer Cybertron." He looked at her with those otherworldly optics. "I hear you collect wildlife?"
It was a query she could not refuse -- found herself unable to. "I ... do. But not 'collect'. More of a sanctuary on our estate."
He grinned, avian-like, beak gaping. "Well, Lady Ligier, I believe you will enjoy ours. We call them Pokémon ..."
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