"It's going to be a fine night tonight...~"

The half-Cybertronian half-Eldritch Abomination. Transformers OC RP blog Warning for mild to major robot body horror/robo gore! Non-Selective Canon/Crossover/OC/Multiship and Multiverse-friendly RP! Magic!Anon: Accepting Mun is currently 30. Pacific Daylight Timezone.

[dollofiacon]

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[dollofiacon]

Closed starter for @faultfindingfirebot

Something weird has been going on in Griffin Rock recently. Then again, plenty of strange phenomenons occurred on the island. This one seemed to have the locals much more shaken, however. Murmurs of a strange-looking hearse that cruised around the streets in the dead of night were floating about, including people reporting something that kept eating the trash. It wasn’t by an animal, however; not unless there was an animal that could eat the trash and clean up after itself.

Some of the townsfolk even mentioned hearing snarls that intermingled with a purring engine, piercing red headlights that felt more like someone was actually staring into their souls from the distance. The tire marks that the hearse occasionally left behind didn’t look quite right either; as if it skidded to a halt on four wheels only to resume driving on two wheels adjacent to each other. And then, there were the reports of a dark, willowy, tall figure lurking in the woods by the mountains. Described more like a towering cryptid than a haunted vehicle, and yet, they shared some similar characteristics. The glowing red lights, all black with silver, red and white accents, and something very uncanny.

[faultfindingfirebot]

:;I see, and what makes you think it’s haunted?:;

Heatwave fell silent, only half listening as Milo aired his latest conspiracy theory about the hearse that had been seen on the streets around the island. Frankly, he was curious about it too, as well as the ‘cryptid’ sightings, but as long as no one had been hurt and nothing had been damaged….

…. I’m tellin’ ya, we got a moth man in our midst! You’d better get out there before it starts stealin’ streetlights and takin’ nightlights outta the kids rooms!!

The firebot blinked, he’d completely missed Milo’s pivot from haunted hearse to moth man conspiracy.

:;Okay, we’ll look into it.;: Heatwave cut the connection before Milo could embellish any further, he honestly had little desire to go chasing imaginary spooks, but it was a good excuse to find out what was really going on around the island.

Choosing to go alone for the time being, the firebot transformed and headed out.

[dollofiacon]

Just as the reports consistently tracked, all it took was for the town to fall into dead silence and darkness as the latest hours of the night gave way to empty streets. Nothing but the lamp posts and headlights to illuminate the roads, barely able to reach the deepest alleyways.

For a while, it seemed that Heatwave was all alone out there... Until an all too familiar, yet very quiet sound of whirring gears could be heard among soft chirps. Something slender, lithe, and tendril-ey was lurking in the pitch black darkness. Rapid metallic tapping echoed in the eerie night air as the shadows appeared to sway and warp with whatever was skittering around. Eventually, it made itself known.

Two piercing red lights focused on Heatwave, passive, yet unblinking.

"Hello...~" A hauntingly deep, yet feminine voice called out quietly to him. "Are you a friend?" Slinking towards the edge of the light, Heatwave would be able to finally see what those two lights were.

They were optics. Optics that stared out of two black, wide sockets; a pale, heart-shaped fascia poked out from the shadows; glossy, pouted dermas curling into a tiny grin.

[shockingdeception]

She wasn't a gestalt, or Combiner mech; despite the seeming independence of her individual pieces. Let alone their ability to coordinate.

This went way beyond anything a shape shifter like himself could do, and this certainly wasn't projection powers or illusion.

This wasn't just some singular ability or quirk of the frame that Mourningstar was exhibiting here. The femme was all sorts of interesting movements and other quirks the rest of the time too.

........

Shockwave could only come to two possible hypothesis: Mourningstar was either someone's very unethically created CNA experiment, or the end result of a one in a million chance encounter between his species and Something Else.

.................

"....Fascinating. Truly, fascinating."

He murmurs in clinical appreciation, watching Mourningstar reassemble herself back into a singular entity. Her samplings wanting to rejoin the main body just making all the more sense, now.

"Was this talent of yours a reason that the scientists were so taken with you....?"

He asks, tone nothing but gentle curiosity. Even as his singular staring optic studied the femme intently.

[dollofiacon]

Readjusting a few limbs after being in pieces for a while, Mourningstar peered up at Shockwave and nodded her helm affirmatively.

"I think so...! It was one of the things, at least," She recalled. "They mainly kept me in the Metroplex because I came from somewhere outside of Cybertron, despite having CNA. It was very strange... I'm not sure if you ever heard about the Mourning Star constellation, but the lunar cycle that it fell from the sky, it landed on our home planet," The hybrid disclosed, tapping a talon to her chin plate.

"No one knows who, or how it was made, but what was left of the fallen star was a giant metal egg of sorts! And then, that's what I came out of... They kept me under observation, did many experiments and I gave them samples of odd substances that my frame naturally produces. They particularly saw a great deal of potential in the black ooze that I spit up, it works well in stopping Energon leakages, sealing up cracks, scratches and gouges; even repairing machinery or just being used as an adhesive."

The next part seemed to cause her white faceplate to become tinted rosy pink while her twin tendrils ceased wagging, her posture becoming a bit demure.

"Then, as I matured, they started extracting other samples from my frame... I'm not sure what they planned on using them for, though. It was always during my heat cycle; something about how certain secretions were at their most potent during that time frame. It sounded like it was just as promising as the black stuff, though!~ I overheard the scientists speculating that it may be what Cybertron needs to help in repopulating...!"

[alpha113nredshirteradicon]

He presses his derma together and looks at her. He's worried for her, but he also feels bad. Is she really sure she would want him to leave if she does that again?

He also wonders what it is about Dark Energon that triggered this episode. He wouldn't dare ask or even bring it up ever again.

"You really think you could harm me in that state?" he asks with genuine curiosity. "Would you harm yourself? If you're not you, you don't know what will happen. Is there a way to snap you out of that state faster? Something someone can do on the outside?" he wouldn't want to flee from her if she was in danger. He imagines he would stay nearby to keep an optic on her until she was normal again. Unless he was found spying on her.

The thoughts of her hunting him down definitely made his spark pace speed up. She could be very scary! Especially because he didn't know what she was fully capable of!

[dollofiacon]

The hybrid guesses Allen's questions, earnestly thinking about it to the best of her ability. However, she can only slowly shake her helm and let out a dejected ex-vent.

"I...I don't even know what I do when I'm in a state like that," She admitted, a little nervous about talking about something that could be quite severe. "I never really know when it happens or why, really. The last time something like this happened, it was when I thought that I was going to go offline from fuel deprivation. I laid down in the meadow, and was just going to let myself fade away..." Mourningstar disclosed, not quite sounding so upset about that; but more disturbed about what happened after.

"Then, I came back online again, as if I had just came out of recharge. My fuel tank was full, and I was surrounded by scraps of metal and garbage. Turns out, that was how I was reminded of being able to sustain myself on anything. I suppose it makes sense that Silvergleam would try to delete that part of my coding... Can't have a bot among the elite class who eats trash, I suppose," She shrugged, mustering up a little grin back onto her black dermas while genuinely chuckling.

[singulos]

After waiting for the ore to cool and harden, Megatron pulled the bar from the soil and plunged it into some water, both cleaning it and cooling it off further. He then grabbed it with tongs to hold over the flames of the kiln to get it red hot, turning it slowly to keep heat even. He then pulled it out and, using the hammer they had already, began to shape the bar into a spade like shape. The former tyrant worked on the metal for a while, shaping and heating the metal as he worked to make a shovel head. He continued for about an hour before he uses a whetstone to shave off excess and clean up the shape of the shovel head. When he finally finished, he plunged it into the water to cool it again before he set it down on a nearby rock to cool the rest of the way. "There. We just need a shaft strong enough."

[dollofiacon]

Mourningstar was quiet during the process, watching with rapt attention and actually found observing to be relaxing. Satisfying, even, to just see the work and skill Megatron used to craft something simple yet so well made.

"Oh...! I know," The femme perked up, instantly jumping up onto her pedes before skittering deep into the bamboo grove nearby.

While most of the kindling and building bamboo poles she used were thin, they were dried and cured, made durable with heat treating in order to make them into building materials. The ones that she managed to bring back to the campsite, however, were much thicker and sturdier mature culms. It was quite a comical sight as she proudly scuttled about to start the treatment process, balancing as many she could carry on her back.

"These ones should work as shafts, handles, and other structural needs," Mourningstar chirped.

[dollofiacon]

What's in my muses bag?

((Mourningstar's bag would just be full of stuff that she really likes. Color coordination and clashing styles be damned. That, and she likely picks up random shit that she finds. Including those keys, the crystal cluster, the Uno cards, the sharpie pen, a postcard or photo, etc. Also, yes, she absolutely would put dino nuggets in her bento box. She's not above eating those. As one can also imagine, poor thing drops her phone a lot, those long fingers of hers are a tad bit clumsy sometimes.))

Tagged by: @belleeza-in-lilla, and @blindxptimism ((Thanks for tagging me! <3))

Taggng: Anyone who wants to do this! It's quite fun, and it took a moment for me to figure out how the hell to move things around, but once you get it, it's REALLY fun!

[dollofiacon]

((Reblogging because I got tagged by a few more mutuals after I posted it lol. You guys are so sweet QwQ <3))

[dollofiacon]

What's in my muses bag?

((Mourningstar's bag would just be full of stuff that she really likes. Color coordination and clashing styles be damned. That, and she likely picks up random shit that she finds. Including those keys, the crystal cluster, the Uno cards, the sharpie pen, a postcard or photo, etc. Also, yes, she absolutely would put dino nuggets in her bento box. She's not above eating those. As one can also imagine, poor thing drops her phone a lot, those long fingers of hers are a tad bit clumsy sometimes.))

Tagged by: @belleeza-in-lilla, and @blindxptimism ((Thanks for tagging me! <3))

Taggng: Anyone who wants to do this! It's quite fun, and it took a moment for me to figure out how the hell to move things around, but once you get it, it's REALLY fun!

[shiningsilverarmor]

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[belleeza-in-lilla]

It was a good thing that the assistant's assistant was in close proximity, because when Mourningstar put on that little display... down went Flo - out like a light in a dramatic fainting spell. Every optic in the room went wide, every mandible agape at the rather... unusual... display.

With the assistant's assistant wafting a handkerchief before his olefsctory, Flo was soon reentering the land of the living.

"Never. Do. That. Again..."

Standing up, he crumples the black lace in his servo.

"Or it will be my funeral."

Reacquainted himself with his bearings, he shoves the fabric into his assistant's servos as he's muttering under his breath and striding across the room.

"She's all yours! I shall be recovering in my office. If you need me... don't!"

The mech he's left in his stead just shakes before Mourningstar... unable to find glyphs.

Just as Flo retreats from the room, Tessa is walking back in - curiosity written all over her features. "What happened?" It doesn't take long before she's noticing the rest of the room looks as if they've seen a ghost.

"Uh... Mournie? What's goin' on??"

[dollofiacon]

The femme tilted her helm inquisitively as she quietly watched what her attempt to help resulted in, twin tendrils wilting some as Flo opted to pass the responsibility over to his assistant.

"Oh, okay..." Mourningstar softly murmured, nodding affirmatively while the mech retreated to his office.

Hearing someone enter the room, the small pang of guilt that had caused Mourningstar to deflate gave way once she saw that it was Tessa who came in.

"Hello, Tessa...!~ I'm not quite sure, I was just trying to help Flo with the creative process, but I suppose it was a bit much," The hybrid attempted to explain, her spindly digits fidgeting some while her multiple optics flickered unevenly. "He was trying to figure out how the ensemble would look, so I offered to alter my frame to make me look a bit more like a real Jorogumo..."

Looking down at herself, she actually didn't seem ashamed of it; even if it scared the absolute daylights out of everyone else.

"I don't think that I transformed too drastically, just a few adjustments to try and see if it would help spark some inspiration," Mourningstar shrugged, her twin tendrils swishing and the arachnoid leg-like kibble flexing creepily while she looked to Tessa with that innocent curiosity. "I didn't offend Flo, did I...?"

[shockingdeception]

If he hadn't shifted his mouth away again now that the meal was over, Shockwave would've smiled at Star's positive reaction to his praise. It was obvious he'd accomplished making quite the rapport with the femme by now.

So he just hums favorably and tilts his head in a curious way in response.

He's about to suggest that he do indeed help with clearing the plates, two were faster than one after all. When Mourningstar gave that reminder that she wasn't just a bot with a unique frame and look. Literally falling to pieces, sentient and self moving pieces!

"-Ah?!" To his credit, Shockwave doesn't yell his surprise. It's more just a loud ex-vent, not really a word but more than just a noise at the same time. Simply remaining seated as he watched every last bit of his assistant get to work and clear the eating area.

".....fascinating...!" He knew her parts could move and operate seeming independently, but this was something else!

"My, my Star. How are you doing that?" He calls after her, standing up now to follow. Tone all curious scientist as he asks.

[dollofiacon]

"I'm not quite sure how, to be honest. It's just something that I've always been able to do, it seems..." Mourningstar figured, her disembodied helm maneuvering around on her long, slithering neck cables while overseeing the macabre cleanup. "It's so strange, and yet it doesn't feel that odd when I do it."

Not only were the sentient pieces acting as a unit, but it seemed like many were able to even slit up into teams for more efficiency! One group gathered up the tableware and cooking equipment, another was in charge of washing; one group dried everything that was cleaned, and one group worked in tandem to put everything away... And then, there was Mourningstar's torso, acting like a sentient garbage disposal by opening the corset flaps, exposing the bottomless maw lined with sharp teeth within; gobbling down scraps and any rubbish that had landed on the floor that was swept up by its tentacle-like tongue.

In no time, everything was all tidied up and back in order. And with that, the pieces proceeded to put themselves back together; full limbs were reassembled, joints were popped back into place, cables mended and appeared to solder themselves back into whole strands until Mourningstar's frame became whole again.

[dollofiacon]

Mourningstar hummed thoughtfully as she pondered the question, idly bobbling her helm side-to-side as if the options actually had weight to them.

“Hmmm… Ruby scones would pair wonderfully, especially since they have a hint of tartness to them that the cream can mellow out. I’d imagine that garnet scones would be a touch sweeter, though, making it more like a little dessert,” She mused, tapping a clawed digit to her chinplate. “Oooh, what about ruby and lead chip scones? Both could be a nice bold and bittersweet combination!”

[cybertr0nian]

Rung watched as Mourningstar's helm tilted side to side, unable to stop himself from chuckling " Ruby and Lead chip scones do sound nice. I'd most certainly be down to have some with you later if you'd like." he offered.

" In fact maybe taking the time to make it ourselves will be fun to." he added, it would also be a good bonding exercise between them.

[dollofiacon]

Those unblinking ruby hues gleamed at Rung's suggestion, the tips of her tendrils wagging excitedly.

"I'd love that, Rung...!~ It's going to be so much fun! Oh, we could even add a simple savory snack with those; crisp oil butter and coolant-cumber sandwiches," She suggested, licking her dermas at the thought of delicious bite-sized sandwiches to go with their quaint sweet treats.

[alpha113nredshirteradicon]

"What was that???" he's never seen that side of Mourningstar before. And now that he thinks of it, he doesn't really know Mourning that well. She's alien to him. She may be very kind, but there was a lot he didn't know. And now he's thinking maybe he should have run when she was acting odd. He feels he needs to preserve his life better, but there's a deeper, more nurturing part of him that wants to make sure his friend is okay. He wants to know more about Mourning and more about this side of her he's never seen before.

"You-you went all glitchy, and your optics started bugging out."

[dollofiacon]

The hybrid glanced down at herself, uncertain and shaken by not knowing anything about what she just did. It didn't hurt that Allen kept a safe distance, he stuck around to make sure that she was okay, and that's what she appreciated most.

"I don't... I'm not sure what happened, I feel like I just remembered something," Mourningstar stammered tentatively, wary that if she said "dark energon", it would trigger the glitch again. "I don't know what I remembered, though... Black, purple... Energon," She babbled, trying her hardest to get her processor to recall something until her whole posture seemed to wilt in resignation.

"I can't remember..."

[alpha113nredshirteradicon]

"Best not to push it then. Whatever it was that just happened, that was not you. And I don't want to trigger a reaction like that again. I wouldn't know what to do if you couldn't break out of whatever that was..." he's looking at her with arched optic ridges, concern written all over his face.

[dollofiacon]

"I wouldn't know what to do either... I don't want to hurt anyone," Mourningstar visibly wilted at the thought, pensively staring at the ground in silence before speaking again. "I think... Maybe this was what Director Silvergleam was trying to fix with my processor," She guessed, bringing a spindly talon up to scratch at the seam of her helm's plating.

"Allen, if it does happen again, I won't blame you if you flee. I'd rather you stay safe and online than risk getting caught up in whatever it is that just happened," She had a rare tone of seriousness, turning her unblinking optics to gaze back at her friend.

[shockingdeception]

Now this was.....different.

It's not as if her personality suddenly flipped around or anything, but Shockwave could tell that something had changed in the femme's demeanor. Confidence, training, expertise-she knew what she was doing.

It was amazing how easily a lab space could be turned into a cooking space in the right servos, and it seemed that Mourningstar had said servos. Shockwave sitting back and simply watching his assistant as she puttered about, making a meal the likes of which he didn't expect to see so far from Cybertron.

"Now this, my dear, looks exquisite. I can only imagine what you could do in a real Cybertronian kitchen."

He praises, the smells and looks alone from the plates promising a good time.

[dollofiacon]

"I hope that I can find out what I could do in one, someday...! But at least Earth seems quite rich with familiar ingredients, even if they don't quite get it the same way we do," Mourningstar nodded, optics boogling around in their sockets until she clapped her servos softly. "Let's eat!~"

Not only was the femme familiar with the ingredients and how to prepare them, but being among elite-class bots had really done wonders for her flavor palette for someone who wasn't a very picky eater. Utilizing what they had, she managed to get the flavors, textures and consistency of each dish just right; it was cozy and comforting, yet had a level of sophistication that was a step up above the fuel.

"I hope everything was to your liking, sir! I had a lot of fun being able to cook up the meal," She chirped once everything was all done.

[shockingdeception]

Definitely one of the better meals Shockwave had had the pleasure of having.....ever. Even when accounting for the things that Longarm Prime had bothered to enjoy while spying on Autobot command and what was left of the civilian elite class back on Cybertron.

No doubt that Mourningstar had been trained very well. As if she could be trained THIS well in culinary arts, then Shockwave very well could train her for other matters as well.

But first-!

"Absolutely delicious, my dear! I had no idea you possessed such talent! Truly my luck to have such a versatile assistant working at my side.~"

He praises emphatically, reaching out to take on of Star's servos into his large claws and give a gentle squeeze. Using the tactile contact to personalize the praise further.

[dollofiacon]

"Yaaay...!~ I'm so glad that you enjoyed it," Mourningstar chirruped, the tips of her twin tentacles wagging with all the joy that she could express; making up for the lack of emoting besides her smile and derpy gaze.

The hybrid even emanated a genuine purr of affection when Shockwave's claws gingerly held her willowy servo, earning a happy, soft squeak from the femme as she seemed to really cherish that gesture.

"It's so nice being able to share the experience of delicious fuels with another bot.~ I hope more will be able to indulge in finer things too," She ex-vented dreamily, glancing up towards the ceiling as if she could just imagine what it would be like if all Cybertronians could treat themselves every now-and-then. "Here, sir, I can handle clean-up," Mourningstar chimed, surprisingly excited despite it involving menial work.

And right on the spot, the femme literally fell into pieces. Each part of her that became disembodied and severed at the joints convulsed on the floor as they warped. Some appeared to even melt before solidifying into tendrily creatures with optics of their own, skittering, slithering and creeping all over the place in order to gather up dishes and begin washing. Even the one servo in his hold had morphed into its own spider-like form, hopping out of his grasp to join the rest of Mourningstar's sentient parts.

[entice-and-artuate]

The past. If only she knew... that was where the best parts of her were left behind. Burried beneath bitterness and vengeance. When had she allowed those things to consume every last bit of her? What would... what would her Star with no Name think of it?

The notion strikes her like a physical blow. Onyx depths widen, only to drift over the svelte dancer's earnest expression. They were... so much alike, the two of them. Too good for all the dark in this universe. Maybe that was why she felt so drawn, on a level so much deeper than mere physical attraction.

Brushing a knuckle against Mourningstar's cheek, she mumbles, "You're one of the only things worth being good for, you know. You make me think... maybe that piece of me still exists. Somewhere deep down. I think I'm afraid to let it back out."

[dollofiacon]

The tender gesture is gladly accepted as Mourningstar leaned her fascia into the caress, emitting a chirping purr while her optics flickered and she smiled at the rouge femme.

"It's okay to be afraid, Naja... Maybe it just needs more time, when you feel ready to let it back out," She suggested, optimistic as always, sincere in believing that her beloved companion had what it took to traverse the new path she had taken. "I believe that it's still in there, it was there even before you chose to switch sides, was it not? Even if maybe it wasn't, I still loved you then and still love you now," The hybrid spoke with certainty despite her lack of intelligence, but at least she was speaking the truth of what she saw in Naja.

[morethanmeets-thegrave]

Kyung and Mourningstar are vibing out in the woods, the human woman demonstrating how to get pumped up and stoke the flames of passion within oneself. One of those ways, was through vigorous exercise to the right music!

"This one's one of my favorites! It may not be as rage-inducing as metal music, but goddamn does it make me psyched to workout! YeeAAHh!" The mortician whooped, pumping her balled up fists into the air while hopping on the balls of her feet.

"OOooOoh...! Wow...!" Mourningstar cooed, her willowy form sat like a cub observing its parent to learn, bobbing her helm to the music and occasionally swaying.

"YEAH! Amazoness!" Kyung cheered, really psyching herself up while practically headbanging to the song... Until she got a bit too excited and started headbutting a nearby boulder into rubble. "YEAAAH!!"

And there the morbid menace goes, fist-fighting rocks, trees until they were at a size she could lift them like heavy weights while the hybrid femme looked on in wonder.

[dollofiacon]

Twin tendrils snaked down to keep stroking Rung's helm, still snuggling the shorter mech as if trying to lull him back into recharge.

"I think it was something about what sort of afternoon tea time snacks we liked, and which ones we wanted to try at some point," Mourningstar tried to recall, only to softly giggle before casting her gaze back down onto Rung. "Ruby or garnet scones with whipped clotted silicone cream was one, and I think citrine pound cake was another...!~"

[cybertr0nian]

Rung sat there listening to Mourningstar as she spoke of the snacks, the tendrils that stroked his helm were certianly making it hard for him to remain awake but still he fought off recharge to listen to her speak.

" Both sound lovely but I will say a Ruby scone does sound nice." he smiled slightly as he spoke, reaching up with his servo to rub his glasses clean before putting them back on, he saw much better with them on " Do you have a preference?" he asks.

[dollofiacon]

Mourningstar hummed thoughtfully as she pondered the question, idly bobbling her helm side-to-side as if the options actually had weight to them.

“Hmmm… Ruby scones would pair wonderfully, especially since they have a hint of tartness to them that the cream can mellow out. I’d imagine that garnet scones would be a touch sweeter, though, making it more like a little dessert,” She mused, tapping a clawed digit to her chinplate. “Oooh, what about ruby and lead chip scones? Both could be a nice bold and bittersweet combination!”

[dollofiacon]

"That's okay, sir. I don't quite know what tools we would need, so at least you have an idea of what shapes we need to forge," Mourningstar optimistically responded, nodding affirmatively before skittering off to the smelter station she managed to make.

The femme had been able to gather up quite a sufficient amount of kindling in a short time, primarily large branches that had fallen off of the nearby trees, and whatever tree stumps she could uproot and chop up.

"Did we have anything to cast the shapes, sir...? If we don't, I think the humans were able to use dirt to make casting molds... Or was it sand...?" She hummed.

[singulos]

"Apprentices and underlings use molds. If you already have experience forging tools, you need only your mind and your hands." Megatron began to add ores to the smelter, eyeing how much he put in before he stopped when satisfied. He then closed the lid to allow the heat to build and melt the metal into working liquid. While he waited, he grabbed some fallen trees and used his sword to cleave them into a more manageable size. He went back to the smelter and check, smiling as he saw molten ore. He grabbed the ladle and after making a rectangular hole in the ground with a rod from the ship, he poured the molten ore into it.

[dollofiacon]

"Fascinating...!" She chirped, her unblinking optics expanding in pure wonder through the whole process.

In spite of her derpy-eyed gaze, Mourningstar was learning quite a lot based off the moments of concentration and her pensive silence. She had never been able to see what sort of tools miners used back on Cybertron, but if it meant helping Megatron in the future; whether it was in learning how to repair tools or structures, or just. helping make sure they had a supply of backups; she was intent on learning the shapes that he mentioned.

Luckily, Earth's rocks may be easier on the tools than what miners normally dug around in back on Cybertron. Especially with the humidity of the rainforest, the stones seemed a bit more pliable and easily crumbled.