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[diamondslap]

[aurelia appears on camera, smiling and generally seeming quite welcoming. those that know her, however, are probably aware what she's about to say will be anything but.]

Good evening, darlings! My, how fortunate we are! In need of supplies and come across the best possible thing: a space station where everyone who was in possession of something useful is, hopefully, dead.

Anyway, I'd like to say now as one of the ship's arbitration officers, if any of you find something to meddle in, any mystery, any people that have some missions, whatever you moral people manage to waste time on, I've decided to give you advance warning. Get involved in any affairs whatsoever, be it personal or political and I will personally murder you.

[of course to aurelia, murder is a perfectly reasonable problem solver.]

Happy hunting, darlings! Do try not to be an inconvenience.

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[sparkwhisperer]

[Aurelia's voice makes Tarn want to grind her into the ground. It's so shrill]

Well I suppose that isn't untrue. But, considering your attitude thus far, I would also keep in mind that you're not exempt.

[diamondslap]

It would be quite foolhardy of me to assume that fact, darling.

[normally aurelia does think herself above these things, but with giant murderbots? nah. this thing is probably programmed to threaten and kill. bloody inconvenient with the size of them, if you ask her.]

I only ask that you at least impart your name, if you're to be threatening to murder me at a moment's notice.

[maybe he's a hyperion shitbot with like 7 obvious weak spots.]

[sparkwhisperer]

I am Tarn, of the Decepticon Justice Division. [Not that it means anything on this ship. Tarn clarifies, thinking her a fool.]

A Cybertronian.

[diamondslap]

[aurelia thinks him the same; how can robots have titles? she keeps that to herself, however.]

Now, if that doesn't just scream panache...

[ugh. she hates having to be careful. especially around fuckers who would obviously drop a legendary. she smiles, all the same, entirely unaffected by tarn's threats.]

Aurelia Hammerlock, darling. A pleasure to meet you.

[sparkwhisperer]

Hm. I'm sure.

[He doesn't return the sentiment]

Style has nothing to do with it. It's necessity.

[diamondslap]

[aurelia was honestly expecting him to call her some sort of name, so that's a step up already.]

Necessity and classy intertwining? Now, isn't that a rarity.

[she's so uncomfortable right about now, but does a good job of hiding it.]

[sparkwhisperer]

[Tarn gives Aurelia a flat look.]

Flattery does you no favors, human.

[diamondslap]

Flattery? Now, wouldn't that be a waste of time? I was merely stating my thoughts, darling.

[she has less positive ones, like how tarn's mask looks like a star drawn by a toddler, but kind of doesn't want to be crushed by a giant robot?]

[sparkwhisperer]

Whatever your thoughts are, I don't particularly care.

Just stay out of my way and and there will be no issues between us.

[diamondslap]

You've made that abundantly clear, darling. You did indirectly threaten to murder me.

[god tarn at least she's direct. you're so Extra.]

I bid you good day, Tarn of the Decepticon Justice Division. Do try not to catch your head on any door frames.

[nope, she had to get one last dig in. terrible.]