Hang onto your bobby socks!

You try to scratch ME up, in MY home town?! I think not, Buster! My designation is Tracks. Please, do not hesitate to inflate my ego. I do so love being told I am gorgeous~ Magic!Anon Status: None [[Please be sure to read Tracks' Heacanons and Relations page, as it will tell you more information about his own universe and who he most interacts with.]]

[citymech]

Have a bitty sparkling sitting outside your door, wailing and babbling in Vosian.

It’s been a long time since a little one was at his door, and it’s usually fault to those damn Greyfaces.

Except, this time, he didn’t recognize that little one.

“Hello there,” he mused, kneeling down. “Who are you?”

[seekerchargeburst]

Burst wailed even louder at him, babbling and gesturing, flapping his tiny wings in an attempt to get Tracks to understand.

Its Burst!!

[citymech]

Tilting his helm as he watched the little one, Tracks has trouble recognizing this little form. Something about him seemed familiar, but the noble couldn't put his digit on it.

"Alright, up you get," he sighed, picking up the sparkling to make him stop crying, bouncing him a little. "Let's find your mama, huh?"

[citymech]

Have a bitty sparkling sitting outside your door, wailing and babbling in Vosian.

It's been a long time since a little one was at his door, and it's usually fault to those damn Greyfaces.Except, this time, he didn't recognize that little one."Hello there," he mused, kneeling down. "Who are you?"

[citymech]

Tilting his helm to think a little, the noble chuckled gently up to the much larger mecha. “And I certainly am not built for off-roading …. Nor do I care to scuff my paint that badly for just a smidgen of fun. Hm … We could always just stay in and chat. It honestly matters little to me, Handsome. I know next to nothing about you anyway~“

[boomtanknotboombox]

“Not being built for it kinda does take the entertainment out of it.” He’d heard low-rider cars complain about the broken roads more than enough to get a general idea of it.

Now, staying in and talking sounded like a compromise they could both be happy with. “That does sound like a better idea. I don’t know much about you either.” he replied, nodding a bit.

[citymech]

Giving a small chuckle, Tracks nodded and smiled to him, humming gently to the taller mech before him. “Well them, Handsome, lead me to the perfect place to converse, hmm~?” he purred, gesturing to the side. “I simply must know more about you – after all, since I am bonding to my universe’s Blaster, there ins no harm in learning about others, now is there~?”

[boomtanknotboombox]

“Oh! Congratulations!” Blaster chirped, before rubbing at the back of his neck. He did realize one thing about the situation, “But I…uh…don’t really know my way around here?”

[citymech]

Tracks couldn’t help but laugh a little at this mech’s sheepishness, and soon gestured in one direction. “Come on, let us go this way, hmm?” he asked with a smile. “I am sure we can find a quiet nook to steal away in for a while.”

[horns-and-heels]

Good afternoon, Sexy. Might I request your presence?

You may, Tracks. 

[horns-and-heels]

citymech

Chuckling, Tracks happily followed after the courtesan, pleased this was going so swimmingly – though, he was honestly surprised it was going as fast as it was. Honestly, Tracks was looking forward to a frag with one of his oldest friends, but it certainly wasn’t the real reason he was here – he just missed the company of another high class mecha, mostly.

“You are incredibly right about that,” the noble hummed, smiling as he gently took LC’s hips again once they were in the berthroom, not yet wishing to join on the berth itself. “An art form … I had never thought of it like that before. But, I supposed when you put it that way, there is nothing primitive about it. I just do not much care to frag and run, you see. There is no fun in that.“

Oh Tracks was right there wasn’t he? LC was fast with this kind of thing and it was where he knew Tracks from -  from the beginning on, their relationship had been happening more in the sheets than the streets and yes, LC had discovered this world with Tracks, or at least a good share of it. He smiled at the bot’s red face. 

“Oh you mean like…. we could have drinks? And conversations and actually do things outside the berth?” He joked sweetly, wrapping Track’s arms around his lower back, giving some playful chirps. 

[citymech]

Smiling as he held onto the courtesan, Tracks purred and optics dimmed as he watched him, raising one optical ridge. “Well, I sure did not bring a bottle of midgrade from Earth all the way here just for exercise, now did I?” he asked with a chuckle and a tilt of his helm. “And, care I say it, I brought top-shelf sweets as well. I did not come here just for the berth, you know. I do very much so miss your darling company~”

[horns-and-heels]

Good afternoon, Sexy. Might I request your presence?

You may, Tracks. 

[horns-and-heels]

Smiling a little as LC leaned back, Tracks’ grasp on the courtesan tightened as his own frame leaned a little to compensate for the weight distribution.

“Oh, I daresay speaking about my little fantasies is not the reason I came to visit you, Beautiful~” Tracks hummed, a smile to his lips. “I do not dare find myself that tasteless to show up for just a fantasy frag before leaving. There is more to our relationship than that … Mmh, but if you absolutely must know, my fantasies with you are thought out in the most precise manner – nothing like a neanderthal-ish booty call.”

“You make it sound like it’s a bad thing.” LC cooed playfully and gently pulled himself out of the embrace, yet he took Track’s hand and lead him to his berthroom, obviously he wantedt this thing to become more comfortable. “Like… passion? Or insatiable programmings, such as mine? Nothing primitive about it. You know best how that act can be like a piece of art itself…. but if you want to talk about literature, well I guess that can be arranged also.” 

[citymech]

Chuckling, Tracks happily followed after the courtesan, pleased this was going so swimmingly -- though, he was honestly surprised it was going as fast as it was. Honestly, Tracks was looking forward to a frag with one of his oldest friends, but it certainly wasn’t the real reason he was here -- he just missed the company of another high class mecha, mostly.

“You are incredibly right about that,” the noble hummed, smiling as he gently took LC’s hips again once they were in the berthroom, not yet wishing to join on the berth itself. “An art form ... I had never thought of it like that before. But, I supposed when you put it that way, there is nothing primitive about it. I just do not much care to frag and run, you see. There is no fun in that.“

[spinning-the-classics]

We should start planning our bonding day, my love~

“Pit yes!” Blaster grinned, “I’m so excited ta start~”

[citymech]

Tracks giggled a little to him as he saw that handsome holoform appear, tilting his own brown-haired head. “I wouldn’t dare make you sit in the passenger’s seat!” he scoffed. “I would much rather see you feeling the power under my hood.”

[spinning-the-classics]

“I always wanna feel under your hood~” Blaster leaned over, kissing the other holoform before nudging the gas with his foot, “let’s get this show on the road, gorgeous~”

[citymech]

Giving a chuckle to the music mech before him, Tracks happily hummed into the kiss given to him as he released all control over his vehicle form to Blaster, his frame moving forward when the music mech prompted it to. Tracks hummed as he sat back and watched Blaster drive his frame -- obviously knowing well enough when to take control, should the non-wheeled mech not entirely know how to drive.

[citymech]

::Just wan. wanna sleep.. :: It cuts out again, but that's alright. The signal leads to a junkyard, not a very big one but there is a very, very large pile of scrap metal off to one side, and near the bottom of that is just a corner, but its a familiar teal, even if its rusted up. The rest of the mech is buried, which would explain why it was so dark and heavy for him.

::Hotshot-!:: Tracks tried, but the signal wouldn’t come back online. No matter, he knew where the mech was now. Quickly accessing a bridge, the noble beamed himself there, quickly scanning the area for a life force.

[citymech]

It took Tracks a moment to find the correct pile of rubble, but it took longer for him to get over the fear of touching all of this disgusting human waste. He had already turned off his olfactory sensors, since they ere overloaded from the moment he got here, but his plating was absolutely crawling every time he touched any of it.

“Hotshot …. I see you!” he called out. “I know you are here …. I am coming, just hold tight.”

[talentandlooks]

Silence. There was silence up until Hotshot’s frame had mostly been uncovered, the paint chipped and worn, metal dented, crushed, rusted.. extreme damage though the cause was unknown. Most likely a cybertronian virus or such, but given the length of time he’d been down there, if Hotshot still had it, if it was still contagious, he’d have been dead weeks.. months ago.

Instead the car lay dormant, just barely thrumming, not even running any biolights. And then it spoke, “ T̵̙̲̳̤̮̭̖̯ŗ̝ͅa̱͓̘̹̣̮̕͜c̱̙͔̼͚̟͎k̠̹̭͍̼s̥̭̻?̣̯̗͉̭ͅͅ ̲͓̜͝Ý̢̼̹̗͓̯͓̼ơ̟̞u̞̩̖̺͘'̢̛̩͓̹͘r̶͓̮̱e̸̜͉̺̗͚̕ ͢͏̱͙̣̻̳̘ͅg̮͖̞͙͚̰o̡҉̦̬̫̱̣͖í̵̡̤̣̘̮͎̼̟̥̖n̹̳͇̗̯͢g҉̸̫ ̵͏̟͖̪̯͓͔̲́ţ͍͚͚̰͍̮o͓̞̜̠͜ ͠͡҉̟ͅr̛̭͚̬̳̝̘̦u͉͕̞͙̪i̵̼̞̣̳͍͢n̨̞̰̘͈̼̺ ̢͕͙y͈̼̕͜͝o̡͉͔̮̹͇̦̦͚u̫͎̻̬͜͝r̶̡͔̰̥͉̤̪̱ ̖̤͓̱̭͍̲ͅf̢͈̳̩̜͜͠i̡͍͝n̥̲̭͝í̪̞͜s̝̭͈̭̮̥̤͉h͔̙̀͠.̶̩̭͔̮̥̘̫͡.̘.̡͝͏̳̘̗̞ ̛̬̭̘͚̣̮̯͜s̛̹͉͙͓̲̮͘u̦̥͙̯̥̮̗͉͇c̷̩̪͍͖̹͝ͅẖ̢͖̤̠̼ ̸̼͓̩͙̤̮͓̪͍ą̭̠̗͔̣̭͉ͅ ̷̨̭͉̪͎̻̀n͓͚̺͘ḭ̳̰͇̙̥͇͠͝ͅc̹͚͟͡è̷͇̝̟͕̯,̬̝̭̟͢ ̷̫͈̖p̢͕̲͘͟r̹̣̮̖̝̰̜̭͕͘é̮̯̪͓͡t҉̫͚̫͝ţ̘͓̫̤y̷͍͙͉̱̼͕̬̤ ͙̤̞̼̠̲̪ͅt̲͕̥̥͔̘̀ͅh̡͓̱͖̕i͏͏͎͇͉̺̼̤̙̫͘n̶̪̮̳̬̼g̵̥̘̰̮͡ ̧͇̫̻̲̝̹͇̀ͅi҉̳̠͙̱̠͍̫̱t̯̝̲̖̺̱͜ ̷̛̭̳̝̱̀i̜̘̰̣̗̩s̖͔̗̪̺͎̭̣̝͟͠͞.͔͍̟͙͜.̥̙̰͖̯͎̪́.҉̞̻͖̣̥̝͙"̥͙̝̺͎

[citymech]

Tracks had gone way past the ‘scuffed’ stage with his paint and was currently running hard into ‘in desperate need of a full body repair’ ... but he didn’t care. Hotshot needed him, and he was going to rescue the damn sports car, no matter what.

“Hotshot,” he spoke back, kneeling before the dark teal vehicle. “Oh, Primus ... Do not worry; I will get you to safety, and we will repair you. I am here now.”

[horns-and-heels]

Good afternoon, Sexy. Might I request your presence?

You may, Tracks. 

[citymech]

horns-and-heels:

“Oh what a nice summary. Good boy~” LC said rewardingly as this had been exaclty what he wanted to hear from the former noble. Tracks’ hands on him were nice and he allowed himself to lean backwards so Tracks had to actually hold him and he gave another provocative look. “And those dirty fantasies you have about me? Are they just as nice to listen to and so well considered?” He purred. 

Smiling a little as LC leaned back, Tracks’ grasp on the courtesan tightened as his own frame leaned a little to compensate for the weight distribution.

“Oh, I daresay speaking about my little fantasies is not the reason I came to visit you, Beautiful~” Tracks hummed, a smile to his lips. “I do not dare find myself that tasteless to show up for just a fantasy frag before leaving. There is more to our relationship than that ... Mmh, but if you absolutely must know, my fantasies with you are thought out in the most precise manner -- nothing like a neanderthal-ish booty call.”

[citymech]

Tilting his helm to think a little, the noble chuckled gently up to the much larger mecha. “And I certainly am not built for off-roading …. Nor do I care to scuff my paint that badly for just a smidgen of fun. Hm … We could always just stay in and chat. It honestly matters little to me, Handsome. I know next to nothing about you anyway~“

[boomtanknotboombox]

“Not being built for it kinda does take the entertainment out of it.” He’d heard low-rider cars complain about the broken roads more than enough to get a general idea of it.

Now, staying in and talking sounded like a compromise they could both be happy with. “That does sound like a better idea. I don’t know much about you either.” he replied, nodding a bit.

[citymech]

Giving a small chuckle, Tracks nodded and smiled to him, humming gently to the taller mech before him. “Well them, Handsome, lead me to the perfect place to converse, hmm~?” he purred, gesturing to the side. “I simply must know more about you -- after all, since I am bonding to my universe’s Blaster, there ins no harm in learning about others, now is there~?”

[horns-and-heels]

Good afternoon, Sexy. Might I request your presence?

You may, Tracks. 

[horns-and-heels]

Smiling at the servo placed on LC’s hip, Tracks hummed a little and felt at the metal there, gently bringing the horned mecha closer to his own frame.

“You have no idea how much I long to see you, how often I crave your presence …. Yet, alas, I may not have it all the time, for as much as I despise that planet, there are reasons I must remain upon it for a short while longer.

“For now,” he continued, taking a sip of his midgrade. “I think I little Cybertronian affection would do us both wonders, hmm~?”

No idea how much he had longed to see LC? He begged to differ and he grinned about it. Many mechs had been left with a graving for the red horned mech or at  least his devine mods, some missed his voice as it was low, calm  and soothing and hard to forget. He reached out and folded his hands behind Track’s neck, purring at him. 

“I like the part where you told me about how much you longed for me. Please. Do elaborate~~~”  He nibbled gently at Track’s chin. “How does that feel like? Where do you feel it?”

[citymech]

Chuckling a little to the mech before him, Tracks’ frame shifted just a little more, one servo wrapping about the courtesan’s waist, gently feeling at the small of the horned mech’s dorsal, his optics dimming as he watched LC’s own with interest.

“There are many aspects I long for, and not all of them have to do with your superb mods ... Even though I take great pride in helping you regularly inspect them.” Tracks purred to him, tilting his helm a little for that exploring mouth. “I feel it in my spark, in this nagging little spot in the back of my processor that tells me that I have not seen my favorite pleasure mech in a while. Of course, I feel this almost primal need in my own interface array, but that is certainly not my favorite thing about you.”

[citymech]

::Just wan. wanna sleep.. :: It cuts out again, but that's alright. The signal leads to a junkyard, not a very big one but there is a very, very large pile of scrap metal off to one side, and near the bottom of that is just a corner, but its a familiar teal, even if its rusted up. The rest of the mech is buried, which would explain why it was so dark and heavy for him.

::Hotshot-!:: Tracks tried, but the signal wouldn’t come back online. No matter, he knew where the mech was now. Quickly accessing a bridge, the noble beamed himself there, quickly scanning the area for a life force.

[talentandlooks]

He was that corner of teal buried below the junk, and there was still life coming off of him, no matter how weak it was. He was there. And he was still functioning, just very, very basically.

[citymech]

It took Tracks a moment to find the correct pile of rubble, but it took longer for him to get over the fear of touching all of this disgusting human waste. He had already turned off his olfactory sensors, since they ere overloaded from the moment he got here, but his plating was absolutely crawling every time he touched any of it.

“Hotshot .... I see you!” he called out. “I know you are here .... I am coming, just hold tight.”

[citymech]

he deserves this end that hes found himself at.

“Who are you?” Tracks spoke aloud, unsure if the vocals were coming from somewhere around him or in his helm. He paused once again to survey his surroundings, plating bristling as his guard came up.

[ask-dr-knockout]

you do know that its a knockout/breakdown ship right? or do you like it because of the art? :3

haha of course! I ship them! ;) Its actually states as being non romantic tho. I really dont mind either way i love these two however your take on their relationship is. im flexable.so yea I placed an order for it I need stories of these two before they came to earth its a must have! I’m sure I’ll be able to figure out what’s going on by looking at the imagery or find a friend to translate it in general to me a little explain some of it. Translated Store Stats:FORBIDDEN PLANET / TanbidangoGenre: TransformersNumber of pages, the number of songs, such as page 44The main writer UsakomuSize A5 of workNo couplingIssuance event name transformer fan socket Vol.15Printing method offsetThis gag book knockout and break down to slapstick while earnestly fled Gyagya from unknown creatures in the jungle planet. I’m going strictly between buddy is not a coupling There are sometimes Nokubure ish gag and tentacles story. 2 people but also or fight is a good friend.

[citymech]

[[Excuse me hi yes what did you order?]]

[citymech]

ignore him let him perish

“What?”

Tracks stopped where he was, looking around for a moment at the vocals he heard, but continued on, following his signal toward where he figured Hotshot would be.

[citymech]

::Just wan. wanna sleep.. :: It cuts out again, but that's alright. The signal leads to a junkyard, not a very big one but there is a very, very large pile of scrap metal off to one side, and near the bottom of that is just a corner, but its a familiar teal, even if its rusted up. The rest of the mech is buried, which would explain why it was so dark and heavy for him.

::Hotshot-!:: Tracks tried, but the signal wouldn’t come back online. No matter, he knew where the mech was now. Quickly accessing a bridge, the noble beamed himself there, quickly scanning the area for a life force.

[horns-and-heels]

Good afternoon, Sexy. Might I request your presence?

You may, Tracks. 

[citymech]

horns-and-heels:

Of course the escort knew well enough about the struggles that earth meant for a Cybertronian. He had been there himself and when he returned he didn’t want to stop showering and cleaning himself for a week.  He nodded at Tracks and took his free servo to place it on his own hip.

“Oh whatever mech comes back from the mudball and is not grossed out and disturbed by their soul-less vihicles must be dead on the inside” He chuckled and leaned close to Tracks. “No wonder you feel a strong need to see me and maybe I can help you with a warm bath and some soft sponge and some affection, what do you think?”

Smiling at the servo placed on LC’s hip, Tracks hummed a little and felt at the metal there, gently bringing the horned mecha closer to his own frame.

“You have no idea how much I long to see you, how often I crave your presence .... Yet, alas, I may not have it all the time, for as much as I despise that planet, there are reasons I must remain upon it for a short while longer.

“For now,” he continued, taking a sip of his midgrade. “I think I little Cybertronian affection would do us both wonders, hmm~?”

[citymech]

::I miss you. I'm sorry. I--:: there's a momentary cut off, not his doing, but by his own signal. He loses his ability to work his comms for a moment, but it cuts back on. ::Tired..::

Tracks didn’t like it when he lost that signal, still trying to pinpoint it as the line goes cold. His monitor panics for a moment before the signal came back through, Tracks watching it worriedly. ::Oh, I know …. I know you are tired. I will be with you soon. I know generally where you are, and I promise I will come get you.::