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The following fic is a small offshoot of my current fic "Ronin" with some references being made to my first TF fic, "The Departed".

If you're confused about certain elements within this one, you might want to skim/read through them to get the full backstory.

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You've got to be slaggin' kidding me!!! And they wonder why all Cons wanna beat them to a dead pulp! The grey Seeker exclaimed to him self, reading the email he just received on his laptop.

Extremely agitated at being interrupted from his intent reading of the human samurai code of honor, the Decepticon closed out of his email account and sat back in his micro chair, brooding.

I'm not answering that! I'm not! They can send their stupid senseless emails to someone else!

Grudgingly, the Seeker pulled the email back up, getting a quick thought, snickering to himself.

Alright...since they all thought I wouldn't reply...two can play this little charade...

Ignoring the added pain from being so hunched up in his chair, the grey Seeker began to type rapidly.

Does your name hold any significance in it's meaning?

THUNDER. CRACKER.

Where in those two words does your feeble attention span lose itself and shut down?

(And since you think you're ruttin funny, 'trigger happy'...when this Con's barreling your 50 million year old rickety self to the slaggin' ground, you'll still be stuck on trying to REMEMBER what a steel can of whoop aft even is! You reading THIS?)

Three words that best describes your self?

Right now?

1. Annoyed

2. Annoyed

3. Annoyed

If you were another mech would you be friends with you?

Motor mouth, did you promise big bird you'd weld your vocal processor closed if he'd slip this question in for you? As much as I'd like to be there to help do that, you'll just have to look elsewhere for cheap amusement...nice try but no energon.

When was the last time your optics flooded?

How bout' I ask you this same question after I blast your extremities into the next gamma quadrant…how's that sound?

Blowing things up or creating things to blow something up?

Finally! A decent enough question! Alright…here…

If either method makes it so I'm witnessing Screamer exploding like a supernova throughout the sky to his fiery, brutal death with every single one of his hinges and sensors being burned to a slaggin' crisp, then both are sufficient enough

Which Decepticon do you hate more? Starscream or Blackout?

WHAT THE FARKIN' SLAGGIN' PIT????

Have your logic circuits just miraculously disintegrated between the last question and this one?

Favorite earth color?

Piffle. They're all too slaggin' bright for me.

If you had a choice for another earth alt mode what would it be?

Have I just been shoved onto the Autobot Stupidity Show?

Earth or Cybertron?

Apparently so…

What are you reading right now?

The farkin' computer screen you nitwit!

Drinking energon until your optics are seeing shooting stars or 'connecting' until your optics stay rolled to the back of your head?

Considering how most of the femmes on Cybertron were pretty much blown to smithereens and since I'm not, I REPEAT, AM NOT connecting with any of you, (I don't care how desperate any of you Auto slag afts are…get near me with that connector and all that'll be left of you will be some adjusting screws and an exhaust pipe for me to hang as a souvenir!) drinking energon wins by default.

('trigger happy'...If the only two choices left for survival were having a burning poker shoved into my optics and passing it through my wind intake or getting near you, I would be one slaggin' poker lovin', wind intake squeezin' Con! SO DON'T FLATTER YOURSELF!!!!)

(1 kewl bot...you actually wasted your energy saying all that? Please! All I ever had to say to a femme was "Here...now,"and they were melted mush in my hands BEGGING to feel what a Seeker was all about...1 kewl bot my grey aft...more like 1 desperate bot)

Do you like the mech who sent this to you?

This is an Autobot scare tactic isn't it? Well it's not going to work!!! You aren't getting slag out of me, big bird! (And this goes for ALL of you Auto slag heads! DO NOT think I don't know what you're up too!!!)

Favorite personal saying/quote?

"Kickin"…not geeky…not cool…just "kickin"…

Gotta slaggin' problem with it?

Oh…and I guess I could put this one down…

"Lemme feel ya shudder cuz I'm gettin' ready to bring out the thunder."

Mech least likely to respond?

If I get lucky…everyone (And this includes you motor mouth!!!)

Whom do you want to reply the most?

HELLO? Was it that long of a trip down from the above answer to this one to bring on a case of Autobot senility or did my promise to question #4 suddenly seem enticing to you?

Fine…if you REALLY want to fraggin' know…

I suppose if they're going to do it…maybe Prime…see what the great Optimus has to say about getting some femme aft…

Pressing "Send", the Seeker smirked to himself, going back to reading about the dutiful honor he wondered if he himself could ever possess.

Author's End Notes:

Well here it is! I hope all of you had a good time and enjoyed this. I found writing TC's responses to the most difficult as he has quite the "distinct" type of personality!

See everyone over at the "Ronin" fic!

Thanks for all your reviews!

K.D.B.