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  “Yes. A drop-off.” He summarizes quietly. He listens, though isn’t particularly interested, as Swindle makes some complicated chatter of the possibility of better clients. While he found the black market merchant lifestyle interesting, he couldn’t say he knew much of the intricacies about it. The chances of who makes the best clients will likely forever elude him.

  While the constant conversation grates slightly, Voyager doesn’t find himself swayed any way about it. Maybe Swindle was trying to get information. Maybe he was trying to annoy him. Whatever the case, Voyager doesn’t seem to be disturbed in any major way by the talking.

  A week. Well, he’s kept up facades for much longer, though he’ll admit he didn’t expect the Voyager persona to live much longer than a few cycles. Nonetheless, one septacycle is still nothing compared to his stellar cycles of espionage.

  “I have no complaints.” He rolls his optics slightly. He doesn’t doubt that the mech will try to milk him for all that he’s worth while he’s here. He supposes he’s glad he made a few hearty sales of his own before getting caught up in this. Information goes for a hefty price– and Voyager has quite a lot of it.

  In contrast to Swindle, Voyager very obviously seems to have little to say. Or perhaps that’s just another facade? How much of the Decepticon is truly real?

  “What comes next?” He asks this more politely than hastily– he isn’t impatient.

Voyager’s quietness and simple responses were quite loud to Swindle. There was a tactic in that simplicity. While he wasn’t going to jump in and judge, he could be wrong, he felt he was fairly close on his thoughts.

There had been no complaints about his partial rambling, sentences were kept short and to the point, otherwise the silence was deafening, and just perhaps this Voyager was one who preferred to listen. A background player than a forefront.

The mercenary idly wondered how much he had right. At the moment it was fairly unimportant in the short term. The long term was debatable.

“First, we get the equipment.” Turns his helm toward the inner of the ship with a whistle. After a moment of silence, he turned back to Voyager. “Second, we move off this rock. We’ll be safer in space and can decide where you’re getting dropped off once you’re good to go.”

From the inner hallway, weaving through the boxes came a rather large voltai. The crimson armor and vividly red biolights flickered off the crates as she made her way closer to them. Purring at her owner with a bump to his leg. Bright red optics turned towards Voyager once she got her pets from Swindle.

For a long few moments Red just stared at Voyager. Judging him quietly. After they passed, she trotted up and jumped right onto his knee. Sitting to stare right at his third optic.

“Voyager, this is Red, my Barbossan Crimson. She’ll be helping me find the equipment once she’s done assessing you.”

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That was a lot of pink suddenly on his screen. Since when did mechs go with such a bright color scheme? Not-so-casual squinting at the screen. This was different. And not a mech he immediately recognized.

Since he was briefly distracted, a crimson feline hopped up onto the controls to stare at the pink mech. The voltai hissed then jumped back down.

“Red!” That got Swindle back into focus. “You know better. Be nice to new clients. Sorry about that, she’s normally very well behaved.”

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Vividly bright optics, their color nearly matching the cherry red of the medic, peered at Knock Out from a nearby shelf. Voltai of her breed were very good at getting into places they shouldn’t. Especially if their owner was in the vicinity. By that it could be just next door or a mile away.

They were also a very good judge of worth. From her place up high, she decided to jump down and make herself known. Knock Out met her criteria for pets. 

“Mrow~!” The deep crimson frame was accented by bright red bio-lights. Flicking to help get her attention.

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“Swindle? I-It’s nice to meet you too.” She was already beginning to eat, curling up slightly as she took small bites of her food.  “…D-Do you swindle people?” She asked, laughing a little, trying to lighten the mood.

“Only when people think they can do the same to me. I was a merchant by trade, so it happened quite often. You’ve got to be smarter and possess more guile than others in this world.”

Lounges back into the driver’s seat. A tablet now in his hands from the glovebox. Swindle scrolled back for conversations with his would-be trader. Checking for the third time that everything was good.

“I am a tad curious to why you’re out in these woods.” Glances back through the seats.

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Nope.

Swindle remembered the days back on Earth with Sari and that bothersome Bumblebee. Quite the pests they were. This might of not been that one, and there was that Sari who was decent company. Maybe he was jumping the gun on this.

He’d still air on the side of caution. A faint frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You’re a sight I never thought I’d see again.”

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“1. I don’t have a cat. 2. I DON’T HAVE A CAT.” (via brenaclifton)

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It was Swindle after all. The mech had made a living of staying out of sight, off the track unless he wanted to be found, and having all the contacts that he would need.

Tracking Blackguard down might of taken longer than his thoughts admitted if only because he had his pride for himself. Finding her had taken the better part of an active year. Just maybe burning a few of his contacts and getting new ones along the way. And with all of this new information? There was work to be done.

And no, Swindle thought little about Rigel at all. Less as ‘his’ by any means. The comment might of been a small slip up for him. Rigel was Blackguard’s adopted son just as Artz was his, so it was more generally implied for the ones they individually cared for.

Hindsight he did drop much onto Blackguard’s shoulders. Everything just came out so fluidly and casually. That was how he always spoke. Weaving lines together to keep mechs off their guard. Unfortunately it meant even ‘casual’ conversations had that problem.

Whoops.

The mercenary patiently waited on Blackguard to digest everything. Slowly coming to realize what he’d done. Playing back conversations was the norm. Seeing his information overload and slip ups gave him pause. He really needed more civil conversations in his life.

Blackguard’s response after it all was surprising. In a rare moment, Swindle looked shocked. A genuine expression of emotion. He’d expected some snark or begrudging wit. Not just... ‘okay.’

“Oh.” If it was a consolation, Blackguard, Swindle was still befuddled from the response. Have that as a memory. “Ah... Aherm, well, only fair that I pay and take you somewhere fitting.”

A smaller place would of been good. Find an open plan, open to the outside, where she had plenty of room. Going too high end would make it appear far too much as if it were a date. There had to be a middle ground somewhere on the planet.

Where would Blackguard prefer?

"Blackguard~."

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"The home?" Swindle mulled over on that fact for a moment. "Ah. You're orphans then. That explains quite a lot about why you two were out here. You're a pair of runaways. And I assume you're the older one. That this was your idea to do this.

"You should take a note from the younger one's book. He's got the right idea. About getting warm and about me. In this case he's being the smarter of the two. You're here until morning, so get used to it. This is the warmest and safest place you're going to be."

There was no downtalking to them because they were children. Swindle wasn't going to sugarcoat or bite back his words. The older girl quite set on hating the world at large save for the boy with her. If he wasn't wrong, he'd think them twins. Which made this all the more troublesome to work with.

"I am a giant robot." Directs his attention to the boy. "Cybertronian is what you're looking for. The adopted name for us is Transformers. We can change from one form to another. So as I said, there is no safer place. Even the smallest of my kind are very durable.

"You're lucky I found you and not another bearing a red face as their sigil. Both of you would of been brought to the police and then back to the 'home' you shouted about. There would be no debate. Autobot nonsense..."

Shifts his attention back to the angry girl. "I'm not your caretaker. Where you want to go after the storm is up to you. All you have to do is not destroy my interior and get warm. You'd be going out there alone even if I let you out now. The boy is smarter to stay in and stay warm."

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“If you keep that up you’re going to exhaust and hurt yourself. Then it will be even longer until you get the chance to leave. You’re locked in so you don’t go dashing out into the cold and become the side column of a newspaper.”

Sighs. “You were in the trunk because it had the most space for you two to sleep. Look out the back window. You can see you were only moved from that stoop to here. I’m not opening it to let the rain inside. You two were soaking wet.”

Now that he answered the girl, Swindle switched his attention to the boy. “Do you want to go back to wherever it is you came from? It matters not to me if you want to go back or be taken to the police so they can find your home. I’m not your caretaker. I only happened to find you because I was trying to get out of the rain as well.”

Adjusts the heat inside so it was pleasantly warm rather than hot. Since the pair were no longer in the trunk, the floorboard flipped to reveal blankets. For sure he might of had clothing that fit them, but he doubted they’d put them on. And he was damn sure he wasn’t dealing with those accusations from the children. Warm blankets would have to do.

“I’m right here. You’re currently inside my cabin.” No real easy way of making those words sound less creepy. “I’m not joking. I’m the car.”

Dave jumped as the floor shifted to show a pair of thick blankets. Temptation won out as he reached over and grabbed them, waiting for Tanya to stop trying to open the doors.

“We don’t got a home, they’ll just take us back to THE home!” Tanya growled as she glared at the door as if her temper might cause it to spring open. No success however. “What do you mean you’re the car?!”

Dave had already bundled himself in his blanket having wriggled out of his sodden coat and t-shirt, he’d also removed his shoes and socks and kept his vest and jeans on. His freezing skin soaked in the warmth, sat on one of the squishy back seats. “I think… he’s one of those Cyber guys, y’know the ones on the news sometimes? Back in Detroit?” Dave suggested. “Great so we’re stuck in the cabin of a giant robot.” His sister muttered as she folded her arms.