T H U N D E R S T R U C K

"That's what we do. We seek. We find. We destroy." Independent | Headcanon | IDW & G1 inspired → Thundercracker of Vos

[seekercoded]

                         “Sound of the drums        \      beating in my spark.”

                                T H U N D E R S T R U C K                             Independent | Headcanon | IDW | G1 Inspired                                              Thundercracker of Vos                                         ABOUT | DOSSIER | RULES                                        follows back from spymeister

[spymeister]

So, my TC sideblog allows me to see rules, but I've tried looking at Jazz's on both firefox and chrome and it doesn't work.

[seekercoded]

Fuck it. I'll make a carrd later and just host off site. sorry guys.

i'm too tired to fix this.

[seekercoded]

After usually being profoundly ignored, he's somewhat confused by the sudden influx of attention.

[seekercoded]

TC, meanwhile, is dressed in his temple finery- one of the Last Living Priests of Solus Prime.

[seekercoded]

Like Nothing on Earth: by ukitakumuki

[seekercoded]

Marissa wanted him to dress up for something called "Halloween", though it'd taken him down an interesting rabbithole of Human Lore™. He idly considers the different "costumes" that might fit someone like him, before coming across an old story based on a crash in a swamp the humans call the Everglades. Human mythos and stories, particular the "haunted" ones are a source of fascination for him. To have enough spark or soul energy to retain an image of one's self is... familiar. They have ghosts of their own, but not something that's widely spoken of.

He absently brings up the HUD of his holoavatar creation program... and begins to calibrate.

Yes, yes... this will work. He's going to scare the hell out of her.

[hasmadara]

Elite Trine sketch, I got bored halfway through so sorry Skywarp :3

[seekercoded]

Good to see you back in action wings.

Hn.

Good to hear from you too, Springer.

[springingfromnothing]

You in one piece? Was gettin' worried not seeing you.

[seekercoded]

Was refitting the hanger for winter. Wasn't aware that you were even looking for me. Appreciate the concern, though.

[springingfromnothing]

I like ya. I get worried when I don't see a mech poking around after a while. Wasn't gonna prod ya. But I was hoping you'd crop up again. Got the Hangar set up? Cold's a bitch on the rotor joints for me.

[seekercoded]

Well, I'd say you're a poor judge of character- but that's not my call to make. I'm fine, figured the lack of contact from people isn't exactly a bad thing.

Means no one's gonna harass me for something stupid as slag.

And yeah, it's mostly winterized. I've got a few large heaters coming in. You angling for a place to stay, rotors?

[springingfromnothing]

Nah. I've got the Xan.

I was gonna trundle by if you need off world supplies. Throw in a couple big bottles of home brew.

Always weird slag this time of year. So I'm keepin' my helm down and an optic out.

[seekercoded]

Yeah, I've noticed. Some weird slag has been going on here. There some sort of numbers station that keeps trying to cut in onto my signals out here. Can't care much for it. You had the Whisps show up yet?

[springingfromnothing]

Gray things that cause trouble? Yea. Fuckers..

I've tossed a couple of 'em into my furnace among other things. You? I could see if I can pick up a jammer to knock that rogue signal.

[seekercoded]

Nah. Not the grey things. The Whisps. Balls of light. Thought it was...whaddya'call'em? Ball Lightening, but it's not. It isn't what they call St. Elmo's fire either.

There's like... three of them, bobbing outside my hanger right now.

[springingfromnothing]

Nah I ain't got nothin' like that. But I'm in space. So that would make sense. Ain't there a human myth about that? I think I have one in my processor somewhere.

[seekercoded]

Depends on which myth and part of the race you're going with. I've heard a good deal, an' Marissa taught me a few but...

Yeah.

Now they're... having a conversation? I think. I dunno, I can't read Flickering as a language.

[springingfromnothing]

From the North. I was up in- Primus. Alaska yea. In the wilds for a while. Locals taught me a few things sometimes. When I was out on the ice or the tundra. Got a few of 'em home when they got downed in a storm. Nice people. But flickering? S'weird as frag alright. You gonna be okay...? They like, malicious?

[seekercoded]

Mm. Don't feel malicious. Mainly just feel curious, if that makes sense. And glad you didn't get stuck in that slag. The cold on this planet isn't like the cold of space... there's a creeping insidiousness to it that isn't like in other places.

The snow makes me tired, anyway- and there's less sunlight to utilize for the collectors. I tend to rely on geothermal energy for the season.

[seekercoded]

...Who are you people?

[seekercoded]

Good to see you back in action wings.

Hn.

Good to hear from you too, Springer.

[springingfromnothing]

You in one piece? Was gettin' worried not seeing you.

[seekercoded]

Was refitting the hanger for winter. Wasn't aware that you were even looking for me. Appreciate the concern, though.

[springingfromnothing]

I like ya. I get worried when I don't see a mech poking around after a while. Wasn't gonna prod ya. But I was hoping you'd crop up again. Got the Hangar set up? Cold's a bitch on the rotor joints for me.

[seekercoded]

Well, I'd say you're a poor judge of character- but that's not my call to make. I'm fine, figured the lack of contact from people isn't exactly a bad thing.

Means no one's gonna harass me for something stupid as slag.

And yeah, it's mostly winterized. I've got a few large heaters coming in. You angling for a place to stay, rotors?

[springingfromnothing]

Nah. I've got the Xan.

I was gonna trundle by if you need off world supplies. Throw in a couple big bottles of home brew.

Always weird slag this time of year. So I'm keepin' my helm down and an optic out.

[seekercoded]

Yeah, I've noticed. Some weird slag has been going on here. There some sort of numbers station that keeps trying to cut in onto my signals out here. Can't care much for it. You had the Whisps show up yet?

[springingfromnothing]

Gray things that cause trouble? Yea. Fuckers..

I've tossed a couple of 'em into my furnace among other things. You? I could see if I can pick up a jammer to knock that rogue signal.

[seekercoded]

Nah. Not the grey things. The Whisps. Balls of light. Thought it was...whaddya'call'em? Ball Lightening, but it's not. It isn't what they call St. Elmo's fire either.

There's like... three of them, bobbing outside my hanger right now.

[springingfromnothing]

Nah I ain't got nothin' like that. But I'm in space. So that would make sense. Ain't there a human myth about that? I think I have one in my processor somewhere.

[seekercoded]

Depends on which myth and part of the race you're going with. I've heard a good deal, an' Marissa taught me a few but...

Yeah.

Now they're... having a conversation? I think. I dunno, I can't read Flickering as a language.

[seekercoded]

Good to see you back in action wings.

Hn.

Good to hear from you too, Springer.

[springingfromnothing]

You in one piece? Was gettin' worried not seeing you.

[seekercoded]

Was refitting the hanger for winter. Wasn't aware that you were even looking for me. Appreciate the concern, though.

[springingfromnothing]

I like ya. I get worried when I don't see a mech poking around after a while. Wasn't gonna prod ya. But I was hoping you'd crop up again. Got the Hangar set up? Cold's a bitch on the rotor joints for me.

[seekercoded]

Well, I'd say you're a poor judge of character- but that's not my call to make. I'm fine, figured the lack of contact from people isn't exactly a bad thing.

Means no one's gonna harass me for something stupid as slag.

And yeah, it's mostly winterized. I've got a few large heaters coming in. You angling for a place to stay, rotors?

[springingfromnothing]

Nah. I've got the Xan.

I was gonna trundle by if you need off world supplies. Throw in a couple big bottles of home brew.

Always weird slag this time of year. So I'm keepin' my helm down and an optic out.

[seekercoded]

Yeah, I've noticed. Some weird slag has been going on here. There some sort of numbers station that keeps trying to cut in onto my signals out here. Can't care much for it. You had the Whisps show up yet?

[springingfromnothing]

Gray things that cause trouble? Yea. Fuckers..

I've tossed a couple of 'em into my furnace among other things. You? I could see if I can pick up a jammer to knock that rogue signal.

[seekercoded]

Nah. Not the grey things. The Whisps. Balls of light. Thought it was...whaddya'call'em? Ball Lightening, but it's not. It isn't what they call St. Elmo's fire either.

There's like... three of them, bobbing outside my hanger right now.

[seekercoded]

Good to see you back in action wings.

Hn.

Good to hear from you too, Springer.

[springingfromnothing]

You in one piece? Was gettin' worried not seeing you.

[seekercoded]

Was refitting the hanger for winter. Wasn't aware that you were even looking for me. Appreciate the concern, though.

[springingfromnothing]

I like ya. I get worried when I don't see a mech poking around after a while. Wasn't gonna prod ya. But I was hoping you'd crop up again. Got the Hangar set up? Cold's a bitch on the rotor joints for me.

[seekercoded]

Well, I'd say you're a poor judge of character- but that's not my call to make. I'm fine, figured the lack of contact from people isn't exactly a bad thing.

Means no one's gonna harass me for something stupid as slag.

And yeah, it's mostly winterized. I've got a few large heaters coming in. You angling for a place to stay, rotors?

[springingfromnothing]

Nah. I've got the Xan.

I was gonna trundle by if you need off world supplies. Throw in a couple big bottles of home brew.

Always weird slag this time of year. So I'm keepin' my helm down and an optic out.

[seekercoded]

Yeah, I've noticed. Some weird slag has been going on here. There some sort of numbers station that keeps trying to cut in onto my signals out here. Can't care much for it. You had the Whisps show up yet?

[seekercoded]

Good to see you back in action wings.

Hn.

Good to hear from you too, Springer.

[springingfromnothing]

You in one piece? Was gettin' worried not seeing you.

[seekercoded]

Was refitting the hanger for winter. Wasn't aware that you were even looking for me. Appreciate the concern, though.

[springingfromnothing]

I like ya. I get worried when I don't see a mech poking around after a while. Wasn't gonna prod ya. But I was hoping you'd crop up again. Got the Hangar set up? Cold's a bitch on the rotor joints for me.

[seekercoded]

Well, I'd say you're a poor judge of character- but that's not my call to make. I'm fine, figured the lack of contact from people isn't exactly a bad thing.

Means no one's gonna harass me for something stupid as slag.

And yeah, it's mostly winterized. I've got a few large heaters coming in. You angling for a place to stay, rotors?

[seekercoded]

Ah, Thundercracker is back. ...Redstrike is certainly NOT checking him out. Nope. Has no idea what you're talking about.

There's a faintly amused snort from the massive Seeker. Unlike some of his other Trine, he's a mech of deliberate motion. He doesn't have Skywarp's loose languidness, or Starscream's streamlined precision. His grace belies the ponderous quality of his size, however- allowing him a certain agility otherwise hidden.

Full lips twitch into a half smile as he observes the shorter beastformer.

"Hello to you too."

[seekercoded]

Good to see you back in action wings.

Hn.

Good to hear from you too, Springer.

[springingfromnothing]

You in one piece? Was gettin' worried not seeing you.

[seekercoded]

Was refitting the hanger for winter. Wasn't aware that you were even looking for me. Appreciate the concern, though.

[seekercoded]

Good to see you back in action wings.

Hn.

Good to hear from you too, Springer.

[alex--max-deactivated20240804]

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