Gathering specimens, one body at a time.

Ah, good day. My name is Joltprax. I am...a collector of the unique specimens known as Techno-Organics. I would say that I am a most pleasant bot to talk to. Please, please. Come in so we may have a talk. (Please note that this is an independent Tranformers rp OC.) See this post: http://a-collector.tumblr.com/post/30877221265/joltprax

[lone-falcon-blog]

Waiting for contact.

[autobot-mirage]

With the sound of shifting components, Mirage had his weapon pointed at the other mech, “You take one more step, and I’ll shoot you right in your despicable faceplates.”  His optics flashed with a furious gleam and he took a step forward to assure that he shielded Airazor from whatever Joltprax had planned.

“I am cruel?  I am selfish?  You arrogant, self righteous hunk of scrap, how dare you? You drug her, kidnap her, lock her away with a corpse…and now you have the bearings to say I am the villain?”  

[lone-falcon-blog]

Airazor freezes after hearing and then seeing Joltprax and she immediately flinches,  keeping her optics closed. She panics at Mirage’s sudden movement, surprised when she no longer held his servo, and she frowns. 

“He’s right…Just let me go! I have a home. You..you’re nothing but an abducting murderer. How did that Techno organic die? You ‘helped’ them too much? You monster!” Airazor shakes her head in disbelief and stays close to Mirage. She gives a quick glance around the room, to keep a look out for signs of any plants or vents it could attack from.

[weaimtomaim]

Finally arriving at the location of the ship, Vortex swooped down, transforming mid-air and landing on the ground on his pedes. Swindle and Brawl were close behind, also reverting to their bipedal modes. Vortex saw someone standing at the entrance of the ship. “What part of ‘slow down, we can’t keep up’ don’t you understand?! I know you aren’t one for bein’ a team player and all, but sheesh!”

Swindle stepped forward, narrowing his optics. “Uh, ‘Tex? I don’t think that’s Blast Off. Or Onslaught… or anyone we know, actually.” 

Shouldering his way past the other two, Brawl started towards the ship. “Yer gonna tell us what the slag is goin’ on here, yeah?” He brought out his weapon, pointing it at the back of the mech on the ship. “So start talkin’.”

[a-collector-blog]

"More intruders," I hiss and immediately turn to glare at the three unfamiliar mechs. I instantly uncover my wound and allow my plant to spring forward to attack the closest of the three, the one aiming his weapon, thorns extending as they wrap around him. "Leave trespassers!"

"Your kind are nothing but selfish beings. Your war took Cybertron, ravaged a good portion of its inhabitants. This does not concern any of you! Now leave my ship and the Techno-Organic in peace," I say with a menacing tone and look back to Mirage and the femme. 

[lone-falcon-blog]

Waiting for contact.

[autobot-mirage]

Mirage looked at Airazor for a moment, before setting her on her pedes, ready to steady her should she stumble.  ”We should make haste,” he eyed the now shot up vents, gently nudging the femme forward.  ”Before we encounter more unexpected surprises.”

The Autobot glanced over his shoulder at the Combaticon, “I wish you luck, as well as caution.”

[lone-falcon-blog]

Airazor instinctively reaches for Mirage’s servo and nods. She glances to Blast Off and watches him leave with a silent expression before moving forward at Mirage’s nudge. She frowns and squeezes his servo, seeking comfort, and she hesitantly began to walk in the direction the Combaticon informed them of.

[weaimtomaim]

Blast Off continued through the hallways, keeping his gun up and ready to fire if needed. He could hear the plants moving through the vents overhead. He opened a comm to Onslaught. “I’m here. The others are on their way.”

“I need Brawl here. I’ve been sealed off in part of the hallway. Watch out for Joltprax. Don’t give him a chance to get his plants to attack you.”

“Got it. I found Airazor and Mirage. They’re headed out now.” 

“Good.” Onslaught disconnected the comm, and returned his full attention to the vines he was trapped with. His plating now sported many scratches from their thorns, and he was leaking energon from a few cables they had nicked. But, they had yet to cause any major damage. 

[a-collector-blog]

I narrow my optics at the sound of approaching footsteps and calmly move to stand before the entrance. I tilt my helm and fold my arms against my back. "You are a very cruel mech, Mirage. How selfish of you. Return the Techno-Organic to where she can live safely." 

Slowly, I approach the two, glaring at the mech with a cold glare before I shift my gaze to the Techno-Organic, my expression much more sympathetic for her. Hmph. He must have frightened her horribly to force her to come with him.

[lone-falcon-blog]

Waiting for contact.

[autobot-mirage]

Mirage’s gun rose as Airazor gasped.  He fired a few shots into the vents above, but it was hard to tell if he had hit anything.  Pit, he didn’t really even know what he was supposed to be shooting at…

At the sound of an unfamiliar voice his gun arm turned to rest on an unfamiliar mech.  It wasn’t Joltprax…so Mirage assumed it was one of the Combaticons.  Although which, he did not know.  He lowered his weapon, but only slightly.

[lone-falcon-blog]

“Blast Off? You got here faster than I expected.” Airazor says with a frown and closes her optics for a moment. “Mirage…He’s one of the Combaticons. I..I can walk,” she repeats softly and glances to the ground. It made her upset how weak she must be to the two mechs.

“Let’s get out of here…Before that thing manages to catch us?”

[weaimtomaim]

“I was built for speed,” Blast Off said simply. He lowered his arm completely and nodded back towards the direction he had just come from. “Exit’s that way. You two better get out of here.” Peering around the pair, he began to sidestep around them. “I need to locate Onslaught. Send the others in when they get here.”

[a-collector-blog]

I beckon for my plant to draw near again and I expose my wound to it. A part of the vine branches off and crawls inside, hiding underneath my armor and line feed. The plant could survive being cut away from its stalk for a few mere hours, which was all I would need. I silently make my way to the entrance. If the other intruder managed to evade my pet, I would soon encounter them.

[lone-falcon-blog]

Waiting for contact.

[autobot-mirage]

Mirage unconsciously tightened his hold on the femme, audios poised for any sounds heading their way.  He internally cursed, wishing that his cloak had the ability to shield them both.  

Shifting his hold so he was supporting her with only one arm, he changed his now free servo into his gun.  He made his way forward slowly, but steadily, anticipating something to jump out at him.

[lone-falcon-blog]

“Mirage…I’ll walk. I don’t want to weigh you down,” Airazor says while glancing to the ground. She produces a soft sigh and wraps her arms around his neck, trying make herself easier to be carried. 

A sudden scratching sound from the vents above made the femme look up with a silent gasp before she nudged Mirage immediately. “It’s up there!”

[weaimtomaim]

Upon entering the ship, Blast Off turned on his infrared vision. There was an awful lot of plant life here… and it seemed to be growing throughout the ventilation system and- moving? He didn’t recall anything like that here on Earth. It must be from another planet. It seemed harmless enough at the moment. Best to keep an optic on it, though. 

Walking slowly through the hallway, blaster pointed in front of him, he continued to scan the ship. There appeared to be two bots close to his location. He made his way over to them, switching back to his normal vision once he could hear them. He rounded the last corner, aiming at the others before him. “Where’s Onslaught?” But, after he looked at who was standing there, he slightly lowered his arm. “Airazor?”

[a-collector-blog]

I slowly move to walk to the containment unit's location, mindful to keep my guard up. No doubt the femme was struggling in her kidnapper's clutch to return back to the area. No matter. I would have the upper hand of my ship's layout, along with my organic pet to help stall the other intruder. It was truly just a matter of time now.

[lone-falcon-blog]

Waiting for contact.

[lone-falcon-blog]

Airazor froze suddenly after hearing Onslaught’s newest comm.-link. “…Mirage. We have to go. Now! He has some sort of organic plant after us.”

She instinctively tightens her grip onto the mech’s armor and glanced around  with worry. If Mirage was hurt helping her, Airazor would not forgive herself. 

[weaimtomaim]

Onslaught put his gun away, instead bringing out his blade. He needn’t waste any more ammo on these plants. As the vines swiped at him, he sliced through them. He wasn’t sure how many of these plants were on board, and just how long they’d keep this behavior up. He just needed to hold out long enough for his team to show up.

Blast Off sped ahead of the rest of the team. “Hey, Blast Off! Slow down!” He ignored Vortex’s complaints, and continued to push forward. They needed to get to Onslaught’s location as quickly as possible. And if that meant arriving before the others, then so be it. 

Nearing Onslaught’s coordinates, Blast Off spotted a ship. He slowed down and began his decent while converting to his bipedal mode. Once he landed on the ground, he brought out his ionic blaster and approached the ship.

[a-collector-blog]

I wait in silence. The plant was already nearing the Techno-Organic and would snag her in minutes. I allow myself to slide down against the wall as my servos continues to press into my newly acquired wound. A groan of discomfort. 

Fool. He must be accustomed to merely shot at those who didn't agree with him. Barbaric. 

[lone-falcon-blog]

Waiting for contact.

[lone-falcon-blog]

autobot-mirage:

[a-collector-blog]

“I remember the way I got in.  Excuse me, my dear,”  Mirage swept one servo behind her knees and the other around her shoulders, scooping her up into his arms.  ”Begging your pardon, but it will be much faster this way.”  Turning, he exited the glass prison, making his way down the hall with Airazor safely tucked against him.  

Mirage thought on what she had said.  Apparently she had called more than just himself.  The Combaticons, eh?  It seemed Joltprax had certainly bitten off more than he could chew. 

Airazor nods as she allows Mirage to pick her up, slowly relaxing against the mech’s chestplate. It is still hard for her to focus at the moment, but she feels herself slowly regaining her strength. “Thank you…for coming, Mirage.”

The femme closes her optics again and rests her helm against Mirage’s in silence. Her wings twitch slightly and flex calmly, however, Airazor opens her optics again. “…How do you think that other Techno organic died?

Firing more shots after Joltprax, Onslaught had every intention of following the other. But, one of the vines had wrapped itself around his pede. With a growl of frustration, he fired at it, effectively severing it. Looking back up, he realized that Joltprax was trying to seal him off in the halls. A wall had already lowered down a significant amount; too low for Onslaught to get under. He grabbed the wall and attempted to pull it back up, but had only managed to slow it down a bit. He’d need Brawl (or a powerful weapon) to get him out of here. Taking the newly severed vine, he stuck it under the lowering wall, hoping it would leave a gap big enough for someone to grab hold of it. 

Airazor, if that crash I heard was you, Joltprax is headed in your direction. Be aware; he has some sort of plant life aboard that’s less than friendly.

I continued to flee from the mech, turning around the closest corner to be sure he had not followed. A short time passed as I cautiously kept watch. No sign of him. Good. Arrogant brute. How dare he believe he could waltz onto my ship? 

At a small beckon, more of my plant's vines come to me, flowing out of the ventilation system above my head. I reach as it slithers forward and gently stroke the tendrils. "Go. Find the Techno-Organic and bring her back to her home."

[lone-falcon-blog]

Waiting for contact.

[lone-falcon-blog]

autobot-mirage:

[a-collector-blog]

Turning his helm away from any debris that might fly, he powered up his weapon and shot.  The impact was jarringly loud, thick shards of glass flying everywhere.

Shifting his servo back he went to her, “Are you alright?”

Airazor glances to Mirage and she quickly stands up, wrapping her arms around his neck. “He’s insane, Mirage…I thought I was going to…,” Airazor pauses with her words and looks around in surprise.

“Onslaught? He’s here…The other Combaticons are coming,” she explains slowly and pulls away slowly from Mirage. “We should get out of here. I don’t remember anything about the ship’s layout.” Airazor frowns and rubs at her feathered helm again, she is still feeling dizzy.

Onslaught did his best to dodge the vines that were now trying to strike him. But, more than a few times, he felt their thorns scratch his armor. He shook them off, not want to give them a chance to grab hold of him. “Enough of this.” He took aim at Joltprax’s chasis, and fired.

Over at the Combaticon base, the rest of his team was just leaving. The fact that Onslaught had cut off his comm after sending an SOS had them worried. It wasn’t like him to just leave them in the dark like that.

I howl in pain from the scorching burn of the mech's blast. He...he had shot me. "You brute!" I immediately bring my servos to press against the fresh and bleeding wound against my left side and step back. I froze in alert after my ship had sent me a silent alarm. The organic container had been breached...No!

I turn and run as quickly as I can to get away from the mech, sending a command to my vessel to seal the walls behind me. The vines could surely deal with him.

[lone-falcon-blog]

Waiting for contact.

[autobot-mirage]

Mirage craned his helm, trying to see what suddenly had her so frightened.  Then he saw it.  

“Airazor.  Look back towards me, love.  Don’t look at it.  That’s not going to happen to you, do you hear me?  You’re going to be just fine, I promise.”

Servo transforming into his blaster he took aim.  ”I need you to take cover.  I am going to shoot the glass.”

[lone-falcon-blog]

Airazor nods immediately and turns away from the offline body. She glances around and stumbles to the protection of a large tree. She looks out to nod to Mirage, or more specifically the direction of his voice, allowing him to act when he was ready.  She falls into a sitting position, back to the tree, hiding her face against her knees. 

She just wants to be back in her forest. This wasn’t right…

[weaimtomaim]

Taking a few steps back, it was safe to say that Onslaught was a bit startled to see the vines moving towards him. But, he didn’t let such emotions show. “I’m unwise? No, it is you who is unwise.” 

Onslaught reopened his comm. Combaticons, I require assistance. He immediately closed it, not waiting to hear a response. There was no telling how much time he’d have to make his other call. Watching as the vines came closer, and standing his ground now, he sent a message to Airazor. If you can, I would suggest getting out of here as quickly as possible. I have Joltprax distracted. The rest of my team are on their way. 

[a-collector-blog]

I ignored his reply with another chuckle. Soon, the mech would be devoured anyway, and I could resume my search for other Techno-Organics. The vines were beginning to get feisty and reached out for the Cybertronian with eager swipes, all while I watched with a smirk.

"I am afraid you are the unwise one, my friend. You came to MY ship. MY territory. I am prepared for the intruders. For you." 

On cue, the vines grew large sprouted large thorns and began to reach at him in unison. Yes. Generations upon generations of breeding barely begins to describe the process to create such perfection.

[lone-falcon-blog]

Waiting for contact.

[autobot-mirage]

He moved her servo to cover where hers was pressed against the glass.  ”Yes, Airazor.  I’m here, love.  Just sit tight and I’ll figure out how to get you out of here.”  

Looking at the glass, Mirage figured he could always just shoot it.  But not a such a close range, no that wasn’t an primary option.

“Love, do you remember how you got in there?” he called to her.  

[lone-falcon-blog]

“I…I remember he brought me in here. A door, I think…Everything is such a blur…He’s insane, Mirage.” Airazor closes her optics before she turns to look back to the organic forest. 

“I’ll be right back…,” Airazor said to Mirage softly and moved a few steps forward after spotting something…odd in the distance. She weakly approaches the object hidden amongst the thick shrubs and bushes and flinches in horror and disgust. It was an offline Techno organic’s body. She shook her helm with the first real look of terror to show in her expression and stumbles back. 

“Mirage! There has to be an exit! Please!” She calls with more resolve in her voice, the horrifying sight shocking her into a more awake state.

[weaimtomaim]

Onslaught walked behind the other bot as he led him to where Airazor was being held. At least, he hoped that’s where they were going. Joltprax had given in pretty quickly… a bit too quickly for his liking. Perhaps he knew he was outmatched. But, it was still a good idea to be prepared for the worst. 

He opened a comm to his team. Stand by.

[a-collector-blog]

"Do you know that unlike this planet, organic plants on other planets are much more...intelligent?" I ask casually as I lead the mech in the direction he believes to be to the Techno-Organic. At a moment's notice, small vines seep out from a select panel of my ship's inner plating and snap forward to ensnare the other Cybertronian's limbs. I turn on my heels look up at him with a soft laughter. 

"Now...You were threatening me? Very unwise."

[lone-falcon-blog]

Waiting for contact.

[autobot-mirage]

Mirage blinked as Airazor turned away from him, seemingly unknowing of his presence.  Confused, he banged harder on the glass.  ”Airazor!  Dear, turn around!  It’s Mirage!  Can you hear me?”

[lone-falcon-blog]

Airazor pauses after hearing Mirage and glances back in the same direction again. Her optic ridges furrow in confusion as she walks back to the same area, though her steps are still slow. She leans forward after touching the…invisible wall keeping her back and tries to peer inside. “Hello?” she calls against the wall, unsure if she was hearing right.

[weaimtomaim]

Keeping his weapon trained on Joltprax, Onslaught stepped closer. “You’re going to take me to Airazor, you’re going to let us go, and you’re not going to bother us again. And if you follow my orders, I might let you live.” And if he tried anything funny, Onslaught would allow a full assault from his team. He didn’t know just what it was the Joltprax was doing to techno-organics, but it couldn’t be good.

[a-collector-blog]

"How dare you?!" I bellow in rage and spend a good amount of time glaring up at the Cybertronian. My body boiled in anger. He was no different than the others who had to bully and intimidate to get whatever they wanted. There was no way I would allow him to take that Techno-Organic from such a safe haven.

"...Very well," I began, giving myself a second to speak calmly, "Follow me. And I will show you." As I lead move to step around him, I glance down to his weapon with hatred. Such an ignorant mech. 

[lone-falcon-blog]

Waiting for contact.

[autobot-mirage]

Mirage cursed himself for not creating a better mental layout of the ship the last time he was here.  It was more of a labyrinth than its exterior let on.  But it was only a matter of clearing the ship bit by bit.  Eventually he would-

The Autobot stopped dead in his tracks as the door next to him slid open.  As swift and silent as a turbofox, he had himself pressed against the wall.  With his cloak still activated there was no way that Joltprax could see him.

His servos unconsciously twitched as the other mech walked past him.  Oh, he was so close, he could just sneak up behind the little-  No.  No, Airazor was his priority.  Slipping through the door before it closed, he found himself in a rather large room, mostly encompassed by a large pane of glass.  Something on the other side of the glass caught his optic.  Looking closer, he quickly realized…

Dropping his cloak, he rushed forward to tap his digits against the glass, just loud enough so the femme could hopefully hear.  

[lone-falcon-blog]

Airazor stirrs slowly and glances around with a confused expression. Trees…Was she back in her forest and it was just bad recharge? She pauses at the sound of a tapping and sits up. She approaches the sound with sluggish steps, her wings drooped low behind her. 

She blinks and shakes her helm in surprise after hitting…something. Some kind of wall? The femme frowns and runs both servos over it in silence. She frowns and gives up after a short time and turns back to the forest behind her, not even realizing or seeing that Mirage was just on the other side. 

She brings a servo to her head and tries to hold it with some comfort. Whatever had happened had placed a large strain on her processor. It was getting harder to think coherently.

[weaimtomaim]

Onslaught made his way through the ship cautiously. There was always the chance that whoever had taken Airazor was expecting them to come. Perhaps they even set it up. He was about to round a corner when he heard footsteps. He stopped, pressing himself against the wall. The bot came closer and closer. Finally, they passed by, and Onslaught recognized them as Joltprax. Narrowing his optics, he stepped out behind the other bot, pointing his gun at the other’s back. “You will tell me what you’ve done with Airazor.” 

[a-collector-blog]

I froze at the voice behind me and turned to stare face to face to Onslaught, and his weapon of choice. "You?! How...how dare you come aboard my ship! And your tone accuses me of having that Techno-Organic? The only thing I have 'done' to that Techno-Organic is helped move her into a safer environment. You would not understand, you barbarian. Now remove yourself from my ship!"

[lone-falcon-blog]

Waiting for contact.

[autobot-mirage]

He had warned him.  He had warned that sketchy little glitch.  If he had in any way harmed her he’d…

Once he had reached the location from which Airazor’s distress signal was last broadcast, tracking down the ship had taken no time at all.  Obviously the collector wasn’t too concerned about being followed.  Maybe he didn’t expect it…the fool.

Mirage quickly and quietly made his way into the ship, electro disruptor activated, rendering him invisible.  He crept along the corridors carefully, his pedes hardly making a sound.  He would find her, and if Joltprax wished to remain whole and healthy, she would be unharmed.  

[lone-falcon-blog]

Airazor finds herself in a hazy state after awakening from the the forced recharge. She strains to look around, however it is to no avail as every just looks like a giant, colorful blurr. She resumes trying to push away from Joltprax, still remembering the current situation she is in.

“You…you can’t do this…” Airazor makes as loud of a protest as her voice allows her, though it only comes off as a soft mutter. 

[weaimtomaim]

Onslaught had reacted to Airazor’s comm as soon as he could. He left his team on stand-by; she had also called for the Autobot, Mirage. It would probably be less risky to go alone for now. He didn’t need the Autobot to be startled by the sight of the Combaticons. 

Once he reached Airazor’s supposed location, only to find that she wasn’t there, he inspected the area. On the ground was a tipped over energon cube. By the sound of her voice through the comm, he suspected that something must’ve been laced in the energon. His mind drifted to that strange bot that was interested in techno-organics. Could he be responsible for this?

He began to track down the bots (it appeared that Mirage had come) and found his way to a ship. Onslaught transformed his arm into his gun, not sure what he should expect, and slowly made his way onto the ship.

[a-collector-blog]

I frowned at the Techno-Organic's continued struggles and shook my head in silence. Such a majestic creature was obviously scarred by the prejudice of other Cybertronians. No matter. She would be safe in the my customized and secured containment center. Organic plants and matter spread through a thick display, all contained within a round, large sphere of one-way seeing glass. It allowed me to observe the Techno-Organics without the stress of my presence to affect them.

Carefully entering the area, I placed the Techno-Organic on the ground and looked around. I cursed myself for not thinking to remove the body of the last Techno-Organic that had had stayed in there for a short time, but it was too well hidden in the organic brush, no matter how hard I looked.

Regardless, it was a task I would have to work on later. I silently made my way out  of the room and left the femme to wake.

[lone-falcon-blog]

Waiting for contact.

Airazor sits perched on her favorite branch, as she usually does. She is merely waiting now for word from Onslaught or Wheeljack. She has done her part for now. In her servos, she holds the cube given to her by the odd mech, Joltprax, if she remembers his name correctly. It has been a few days since Airazor had had energon to drink. If she is going to help the Combaticons with the mine…she would need her strength.

After a small drink from the energon, she immediately looks around. She is feeling…dizzy. She finds herself helplessly falling down onto the ground and she struggles to keep her optics on.

“Onslaught…I need help…” Airazor speaks with a slurred tone into her communications channel. “…Mirage…Anyone…”

[a-collector-blog]

At last. My days of patient waiting have paid off. I easily tracked the Techno-Organic femme with my scanners, which had been modified to pin-point the local Techno-Organic’s signal. And to my surprise, I find her already collapsed with my energon cube laying spilled beside her. 

I move forward and kneel by her, running a servo across her wings. “There, there. It will be alright now. You’ll be safe.” 

With little effort, I turn her over and carefully pick her up with both arms. The trip back to the ship would be a little longer than I would prefer to walk on this unfamiliar planet, but it was for the best.

[lone-falcon-blog]

Airazor barely makes out a figure approaching and weakly struggles to push the stranger away. “N-no…Stop! Where are you…stop..” She finds her optics harder to keep open and mumbles incoherently as she falls into a sedated state. She sends out one last distress signal to both Mirage and the Combaticons, hoping one or the other would be able to help. 

[a-collector-blog]

I frowned at the distress the Techno-Organic had initially shown before the Energon kicked in with its potency. It made this process so much easier when they did not struggle. With each step, I got closer and closer to my own vessel. The sooner I was able to relocate, the better. I did not trust any other Cybertronian I had previous spoken to, especially ones who slandered my name with false accusations. 

Lost in thought of the misdeeds brought upon by them, I stared in silence upon suddenly arriving back to my ship already.

[lone-falcon-blog]

Waiting for contact.

Airazor sits perched on her favorite branch, as she usually does. She is merely waiting now for word from Onslaught or Wheeljack. She has done her part for now. In her servos, she holds the cube given to her by the odd mech, Joltprax, if she remembers his name correctly. It has been a few days since Airazor had had energon to drink. If she is going to help the Combaticons with the mine…she would need her strength.

After a small drink from the energon, she immediately looks around. She is feeling…dizzy. She finds herself helplessly falling down onto the ground and she struggles to keep her optics on.

“Onslaught…I need help…” Airazor speaks with a slurred tone into her communications channel. “…Mirage…Anyone…”

[a-collector-blog]

At last. My days of patient waiting have paid off. I easily tracked the Techno-Organic femme with my scanners, which had been modified to pin-point the local Techno-Organic's signal. And to my surprise, I find her already collapsed with my energon cube laying spilled beside her. 

I move forward and kneel by her, running a servo across her wings. "There, there. It will be alright now. You'll be safe." 

With little effort, I turn her over and carefully pick her up with both arms. The trip back to the ship would be a little longer than I would prefer to walk on this unfamiliar planet, but it was for the best.

[a-collector-blog]

weaimtomaim started following you

"Hello, hello! Did you decide to assist me? I would be most grateful!" 

[weaimtomaim]

a-collector started following you

[a-collector-blog]

“Then you are nothing but a Techno-Organic oppressor! You should be ashamed using that innocent femme for a bargaining chip! Are you  unaware that Techno-Organics struggle with such selfishness from Cybertronians a lot already? They lack the proper intelligence to deal with it properly. And you are not helping the Techno-Organic by not answering my questions!”

[weaimtomaim]

Onslaught narrowed his optics to a glare and stepped closer to Joltprax. “Then I guess we have nothing further to discuss.” He didn’t like the vibe he was getting from this guy. It would probably be best to tell Airazor to keep an optic out for him.

[a-collector-blog]

I bit back a snappy remark, for now. It was hard to deal with such cold mechs who cared for little more than their own frames. Especially when they knew such limited information concerning the Techno-Organics. “Hmph. Very well then, you require compensation for such generosity? I will give you thirty Energon cubes! Only after I hear of the information!”

[weaimtomaim]

He thought over the Joltprax’s offer. They were running low on energon, and he had no idea when they’d get the chance to attack that mine they’d found. “I suppose I can agree to those terms. But, what information do you wish to know?”

[a-collector-blog]

"I thought that would change your mind. Anyway, I merely...require some basic information. Such as, how her normal actions are presented. In my travels, I've found Techno-Organic's often repeat a process daily, as it helps bring them comfort."

[weaimtomaim]

a-collector started following you

[a-collector-blog]

“Then you are nothing but a Techno-Organic oppressor! You should be ashamed using that innocent femme for a bargaining chip! Are you  unaware that Techno-Organics struggle with such selfishness from Cybertronians a lot already? They lack the proper intelligence to deal with it properly. And you are not helping the Techno-Organic by not answering my questions!”

[weaimtomaim]

Onslaught narrowed his optics to a glare and stepped closer to Joltprax. “Then I guess we have nothing further to discuss.” He didn’t like the vibe he was getting from this guy. It would probably be best to tell Airazor to keep an optic out for him.

[a-collector-blog]

I bit back a snappy remark, for now. It was hard to deal with such cold mechs who cared for little more than their own frames. Especially when they knew such limited information concerning the Techno-Organics. "Hmph. Very well then, you require compensation for such generosity? I will give you thirty Energon cubes! Only after I hear of the information!"