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[areaman]

Friends, [he repeats, incredulously.]

[seekermiddlemanagement]

Comrades, sir.

[She says quickly, hoping that that's a better word.]

[areaman]

How many of them are actually worth your time, Slipstream?

[he scowls a little, looking at her directly.]

I cannot believe I'm saying this, but how many of them are Starscream?

[seekermiddlemanagement]

[Oh no, she thinks she can see where this is going.]

Two. Sir.

They truly aren't that bad! They haven't betrayed me yet. And one of the Starscreams fought our Starscream on my behalf.

[areaman]

And what did I say to you about Starscream, any version of Starscream? [his voice is low, optics narrowed as he gives her that same look he did when he'd told her not to fail with her new command position.]

[seekermiddlemanagement]

They're untrustworthy.

[Her posture tightens.]

That they will turn on me the moment it suits them.

[areaman]

[he leans in a bit further, uncomfortably in her personal bubble.]

So why are you still hanging around with them?

[seekermiddlemanagement]

I... I understand, Lord Megatron.

I will cease all contact with them immediately.

[It will make her feel BAD but if that's what Megatron wants.]

[areaman]

[good. he won't have her associating with that kind of thing.]

Do you care to tell me why you saw fit to disregard my advice?

[seekermiddlemanagement]

I have no good reason, my lord. It is simply an unwise decision I made myself against your wishes.

But you are wiser and more knowledgeable than I, and I value your council above all others.

[areaman]

It doesn't seem that way. [he snarls, then leans back.] I won't be reminding you again. Dismissed.