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WHO: Vector Prime and YOU!
WHERE: Solus Prime's medbay!
WHEN During the week; timing can be flexed.
WHAT: COME VISIT VECTOR IN THE MEDBAY. He is an unhappy (not-so-)little spacejet recovering from his fight against Ramjet!

Somewhere between indignant and chagrined regarding his loss against Ramjet, Vector Prime had not taken the enforced rest lightly. True, he had been in no condition to move until lately, but ever since the initial pull out of consciousness to ensure that his processor was, in fact, fully functional...

Perhaps if it wasn't, he wouldn't have to bear the disapproval of his kin so harshly. It had been made clear to him - rightly so - that by going against Prima's decree to wait, he had made a grave error. Made clear in more ways than one, but...!

But nothing.

He took to Solus' continued ministrations under mute protest, impatient to return to his duty and to at least try to regain some standing among his peers. As well as among the other residents of the Haven. But until now, he was all but confined to this medbay, and he itched for some room to spread his wings. Metaphorically or not.

Perhaps this, too, was a form of penance for his error, but it was hardly a useful one.

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"You wear it well," said Vector simply. And he meant it. There were only so many he'd seen who seemed to be their name as much as bear it, but...

Initial impressions could not give the core of a mech. Or, in this case...human?

"It is good to meet you," he added after a moment.

"Aye, the pleasure is mine," she returned, bowing her upper form politely.

After standing once again, there was something of an awkward silence as she attempted to form her words in her mind.

"These are not the best conditions to meet under, nor to acquire information, and I apologize, but.. would you be willing to answer one question?"

She wouldn't ask him any longer if he knew why she was there. Considering what he had confirmed for her, that seemed hardly worthwhile. And he was supposed to be recovering. She would keep things as short as possible.

"It is well enough, I suppose." A somewhat dry smile followed it, but...he didn't mind, really.

It was something to hold his attention, at least.

"Ask it."

"Do you know why am I here?" she starts, raising a hand to her chest as she asks. "And if not, can you .."

Saber wants direction. She is lost without a goal or something to work towards in her mind. She's given herself goals: helping people when it arises, helping out at the recreational center, volunteering for the Police Force and Law Committee..

But when you are used to ruling a country or fighting in a very important war, those things seem minor. She also is not in a high position of power and wishes to not step on any toes, something that may happen if she gets involved with the two teams due to her opinions and natural tendency to take charge. She also doesn't feel experienced enough to Cybertron or the people there to be able to give the best advice on all situations that arise.

After all, she knows so little, still.

"Can you perhaps recommend what I should aim towards?"

Ah. Now that is a question.

Vector considers Saber for a long moment, considering. How to phrase...

"Some would call it an accident," he says after some time. "A matter of chance, that you were caught by Unicron's power and brought here - but I do not believe that it was chance that you stand here before me, bearing my Glyph. Primus has intervened for a reason, even if it is not overt - and I trust my Creator enough to know that things not need be overt.

"You were sent here to help us," he continues. "To help rid this world of its taint, and to finish preparing it for Primus' own entry. If you seek direction - seek the purging of the Badlands, and the erasure of the Lambda."