Mercykill

Decepticon Rogue || Ex-Mercenary || Morose Machina || Dark Matter Enthusiast Send us an ask or submission at your discretion. {{ Independent rp blog for Transformers Decepticon OC }} Tracking the tag oneshottokill. M!A Status - Open!

[oneshottokill]

This'll do for a picture of my mug for now.

Remember it good, sugah~

[oneshottokill]

Deep-bass-nine has intruded your base

[thatsweetbeat]

He lifts his servos immediately to show that he is, in fact, completely unarmed.

"Designation is Beatbox! Former Autobot Special Ops trainee! Currently just a chill dude who really likes music! And what’s your designation?" he grins, wiggling his fingers at her in a wave.

[oneshottokill]

An Autobot. Behind the shade of the vented visor, yellow optics narrowed, an obvious disdain curling hot in the pit of her tanks. To intrude on a base was one thing, to be intrude this base was enough to get him killed. Still keep stance, the mech replied in a level and cool tone, "Designation Mercykill. Decepticon." It was yet to be seen if this former Special Ops bot in fact didn't have any weapons, "Don't see no invite, how'd ya find my base?" She'd done everything to conceal the place as much as possible and lived a hermit's life without any problems. Until this giant bucket showed up.

[oneshottokill]

Deep-bass-nine has intruded your base

[thatsweetbeat]

Audial fins swiveled and whirred on headphone rounds as Beatbox looked around the old base. He hummed in his chassis.

He knew he was being watched. 

The ex Special Ops soldier knew when there was another presence. Where was the real question.

"Come on out, I’m unarmed," he chirped.

[oneshottokill]

The Decepticon made no sound or movement. This sounded too much like a baited trap for her to honestly give out her position. Looking the larger mech over she counted several weak spots in his armor she could easily exploit, carefully slinking through the rafters to drop down several yards away - blades drawn.  Horned finials were perked, optics trained on the target, "Designation. Now."

[oneshottokill]

Deep-bass-nine has intruded your base

It was too quiet for a base, but on the same token it was far too well kept to be abandoned, somebody had to be hiding in here.

Beatbox shuffled around cautiously, just in the sights of the femme who was contorted in the I-beam rafters. Visor guard drawn down, her optics kept close follow of his movements, waiting patiently for the prime moment to drop on him.

[oneshottokill]

herzloshorsepower started following you

There was a thinly veiled threat waiting on the tip of the mech's glossa, vorpal blades readied before Mercy crept out, drawn to the source of the scanner's readings.

"Sugah, ya got about five kliks to give me a reason not to rend ya apart."

This was her sector, her base, and her sanctuary - that wasn't about to be challenged.

[padmabhujaga]

I got next to nothing done artwise today except for compiling concept sketches of Mercy!

Yes, yes, another TF OC but one that I’ve been really battling with to finish and get a more solid design for. The sketch on the very far right is basically her finalized one, I’m currently hoping to start inking it tonight before bed in the next hour. Her alt mode is a 1935 Bentley 3.5 Litre, aaaaall black with a purplish sheen.

05 mechanical pencil. Paint Tool SAI. Photoshop CS2. 01.10.2014.

[oneshottokill]

I guess it'd be useful if ya'll could put a face to the name.

[oneshottokill]

WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

On my planet?Hm, kinda hard considerin’ in my ‘verse there ain’t one to go back to.

[oneshottokill]

Hm.. this ain't so bad, I guess.