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Squawktalk had found a natural amphitheatre, a slight depression in the ground not far from the wreck of the ship. He was currently perched on a bush at one end of the depression lost in thought. There was a distinct lack of codebreaking or communication style duties , so he was currently at a loose end. He'd spent 30 minutes analysing and codifying the sounds made by a cricket type insect into a system of communication. However once he'd worked out the signals for danger, hunger and such, he'd rather lost interest.
Glancing nervously around he checked his surroundings. There was no one in sight. Coughing nervously clearing his throat he mentally thumbed through his repetoire before settling on a song that had been a hit on the Circuit & Piston scene back on Cybertron.
It was originally from the soundtrack of a Tri-dee and was more Circuit and Piston lite than your hard core Circuit and Piston with its themes of losing your bondmate , getting your paint scratched or even having to reboot your pet Turbofox wiping its files and reinitialising and restoring it to its factory settings when it's files got corrupted or it caught a virus.
Squawktalk was particularly proud of his rendition and thought he could sing it almost as well as the original artist.
"I was born under a wandrin' star
I was born under a wandrin' star
Wheels are made for rolling, shuttles are made to pack
I've never seen a sight that didn't look better looking back
I was born under a wandrin' star
Mud can make you prisoner and the plains can bake you dry
Snow can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry
Home is made for coming from, for dreams of going to
Which with any luck will never come true
I was born under a wandrin' star
I was born under a wandrin' star
Do I know where hell is, hell is in hello
Heaven is goodbye forever, its time for me to go
I was born under a wandrin' star
A wandrin' wandrin' star......
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AW For a limited time only..., especially if anyone hears him
