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@quiveringloyalties
"Well I used to be a con. Not any more. You?" He would have thought the con insignia on his chassis would give it away. But he did have his arms crossed over his chest anyway.
"Previous statement: general. Retired, destruction of planet. Now wandering. Follow energon source."
He probably was the meaning of the word wanderer. No place to go, so he merely followed the energon deposits on this planet.
sugarcube-bot wanders
Another small signal, though not as small as before. Autobot? Regardless of faction, he was curious as to this new being. There were so few left of his kind, and allies in all places was a valuable thing. He transformed, flying a little closer to it.
"Not a fan of the heat either huh. I like the cold better." The mech wasnât that bad looking, at least for a seeker. "Nameâs Tankor by the way."
" Am Tremor, renegade general. Or former. Function?"
Hopefully the other did not mind his odd speaking patterns. Came with his voice modifications after all.
thatnervouswreck wanders
A smaller signal this time. Confirming that no other were around, he flipped and transformed, moving closer to it. He was not hostile, merely curious.
communicationscommander wanders
Tremor's visor flared in acknowledgement of a new signal, and he stood to his impressive height. He was much bigger than a normal seeker, and thick from chest to pede. Only his waist narrowed some to allow a bit of flexibility into his motion. Deciding it was worth investigating, he transformed and flew a little nearer to it.
goldopticbrute wanders
A new signal popped on his radar, and he shifted some before standing to his full height. They were frequently popping up as of late, not that Tremor really minded. He needed social interaction just as any other, but the general was not too keen to get friendly with others. Activating his thrusters, he flew a little closer to it.
leap-before-you-look wanders
Tremor perked up a little when he detected a new comm frequency, and then sent out a tentative ping. He knew some bots preferred communication over comm links, and this was one of those times. His deeper tenor rumbled over the channel, though not angrily.
:: Greetings...Inquiry? ::
Great a seeker, maybe this one was better than the other ones.
"Been fine. At least somewhat."
He unconsciously cocked a hip out, large wings fluttering now and then. Unlike most seekers he was rather stockily built, but still agile.
"Mm. Heat is warm lately. Cooler air is better for flight."Â
nursedreamsight started following you
quiveringloyalties started following you
"Oh hey more people. How are you guys doing?"
The seeker peered at the other, wings flicking now and then.
"Well. Yourself?"
drtoaster wanders
The Cyborg was hit square in the chest by the kick, the blow downing his energy shields and sending him hurtling backward. However, he used the momentum to his advantage and as his back hit the ground he rolled back on to his feet. He stood back at his full height, drawing his chain-guns in one swift motion and pointing them at the Seeker.
"I demand to know why you attacked me! Answer or I will open fire again!" He repeated, the barrels of each chain-gun spinning up as he readied them.
"Hostile action: taken. Detected. Retaliation necessary."
His voice pitched down several octaves to a deep baritone, fluctuating now and then. Unfortunately, this was a side effect of his anger on the voice coder in his throat. Not working once more.
The lithe mech stood, primed for another blast. But he would be ready for it to not hit his back. Unbeknownst to him, his life fluids were now trickling out of his cracked middle. But he did not notice, as his pain tolerance and sensors were numbed for combat.
Knockout was slightly taken a back when he heard the fans and turbines whirl, it wasnât that hard to notice â O-ohâŠwell umâŠI mean, iâm not that different from any other bot reallyâŠâ he says rubbing the back of his helm alittle, maybe he should have just said he was some worker so the poor mech could be spared his embarrassment.
" UmâŠ.Well just think of me like any other regular bot youâve meet, thereâs nothing wrong with being flushed Tremor." he says and smiles sweetly up to the mech to try and help him, he didnât want him to be uncomfortable.Â
His large wings twitched as the smaller mech spoke, and a soft hum rumbled from his chest. Normally a general would not be so phased, but unfortunately he was quite the shy mech underneath his tough exterior. This new ally of his hopefully was not put off by his lack of knowledge and experience....
"In renegade, leader. Not allowed emotions. Seldom used, distraction. Meant death or living. N-Now...ingrained."
He would find himself still keeping a soldier's stance, wings straight and pointed to make sure that they did not bump into anything. But with his former life gone, it was just open skies...
drtoaster wanders
The Cyborg stared wide eyed for a few seconds, before laughing in relief. âHah! Blimey! I didnât think thatâd actually work!â His cannons moved back, clanking heavily as they began the process of reloading. He marched toward the Seeker, despite his much smaller size he radiated confidence.
He paused a few paces away and pointed up at him. âExplain yourself!â He demanded. âWhy did you intend to ambush me, seeker!? I want answers, and I want âem sharpish.â
His servos twitched along with his wings, sensors still burning from that bad impact. Never. Again. Rage boiled in his spark, and slowly his helm lifted up, visor flicking to life. And this time it was red. He waited until the other came near before rumbling out angrily.
"Tremor."
With that he darted forward, and then kicked out his lengthy legs to try and catch the other off guard.
" A Former renegade General, that's impressive." He says he noticed the sudden change in the mech and was alittle concerned he'd said something that had caused this change , or maybe it was normal?
" Are....you okay?" He asks Tremor with a some what worried tone "...you....you seemed to change alittle and I'm worried I said something to you to have caused it...." He says his voice merely a whisper . He also noticed how his voice had changed but didn't mention it.
His plating continued to flush, fans kicking on. He jolted in surprise, letting out a deep grunt as his turbines whirred. Primus this was embarrassing. He had never met a pleasure bot before, but he had heard of what they could do. Primus...
"Never interacted with pleasure bot. First moment. A-Am flushed. Easily."
" P-purpose? Um..Pleasure bot, um i donât really reside to any fraction, atleast none that i know off." he says answering Tremors questions in a hushed tone, he watched the mech lower his helm slightly feeling less strain on his neck cable now, the mech was really tall and Knockout was shocked that such mechs existed.
" WowâŠ.Youâre tallâŠ" he says before he even realized it left his mouth he jumps a little and shakes his helm " Sorry sorry umâŠ..what is your purpose and fraction?" he asks swallowing slightly nervouslyÂ
Please forgive him if his jaw drops behind his battle mask. A p-pleasure bot?! His wing tips had a soft green tint to them now, as well as the tips of his audio fins. Clearing his vocalizer, he tried not to show his surprise and slight...arousal. But his vocoder would have none of that.
"F-Former renegade general. R-Rogue.."
His uh voice pitched down several octaves at that moment, showing a glimpse of what his true voice sounded like. Hopefully the other would not notice.
drtoaster wanders
He leapt to one side as the Cybertronian made his appearance, and he was able to dodge the ion-blasts to some extent. He still caught glancing blast from one of them however, and was knocked flying. Despite being much smaller than the Seeker, he lacked agility. He yelled into his communicator, âHOSTILE ACTION HAS BEEN TAKEN! SEEKER CONFIRMED AS HOSTILE, REQUEST-â But he cut off as he saw the seeker flying towards him
He had no choice, it was this or get smashed by a giant robot foot. He ramped his cannons up to maximum output and fired.
His optic widened behind his visor at the sudden cannon blast, and he did not have time to prepare for it. Attempting to jet away, the shots hit him square in the lower abdomen. While he was heavily armored, his middle was not so tough. The impact threw him back, the large seeker slamming into a rock face behind him.
Force slammed right on his wing sensors, and nearly sent the mech offline with pain. He collapsed in a steaming hip, ion blaster disturbed from his servo and laying several yards away. He could not move...
Knockout stops freezing on the spot when he felt the other tap him softly, he turns his helm listening to the mech speak, he spoke strangely but that didn't bother the cherry mech " I'm....Knockout." He replies smiling slightly " I-It's nice to meet you Tremor..."
"Akin to greeting. Purpose and/or faction of inquiry? Merely curious."
He bowed his helm slightly in case the other was tired of looking up at him so much. Tremor was quite tall for a seeker, and he did not want damage to occur to his new friend's neck cabling.
quiveringloyalties started following you
"Uhm, hey there.. w-welcome.." she turned back to her work.
The large seeker shifted a little behind her, letting out a soft hum as he peered down at her work.
"G-Greetings. Work?"
