Polyhex -- BANG!BANG!BANG!BANG! Skywarp is dragging a long, skinny piece of metal along the ridged front of a bank of storage lockers as he slowly walks down the row, looking, apparently, for a specific locker. Vortex glares. He was about to open his, but pauses. "The frag?" he says. "Hey. Um, you know which one's Slippy's? It's one of these three but I'm not sure which." Skywarp grins at the other mech. "Got something to leave for her." He pulls a dead turborat out of subspace and holds it up. Someone *coff* has glued wings to it, and painted it in the femme seeker's colors.