#;communications

[ext-torrent]

@autobot-scout-riella

... Who gave you this frequency?

[bric-x-brac]

@noprisoners-onlytrophies​ started following you

...That’s the worst news he’s heard all cycle, and here he thought running low on rations was the sure-fire way to ruin his day. A hesitant ping is sent the satellite's way, and he’s ready to run.

[bric-x-brac]

@songbirdoftyran​ started following you.

Well look-y there, another mech to look eye-to-eye with. “Howdy.”

[bric-x-brac]

@cosmicrepairs liked for a starter --

Still was the night that settled over the backwoods town, moon high and lazy despite the energy that rippled through the trees after the speeding motorcycle. His left side occasionally spat sparks, and the deep gash through the protometal splattered unearthly fluids across the asphalt as he made his flee. A garage, a place to hide, and a very rushed text message was sent to the one person on this planet right now he knew he could trust:

[TXT:] U s till work on ro bots?

[bric-x-brac]

@cosmicrepairs started following you

Well, look-y there.

“Miss. Sophie,” the holoform drawled, giving a mock salute and leaning against his alternate form. “Been a minute.”

[bric-x-brac]

@screechingtires started following you

“Wuh-Oh, got ‘Team Prime’ watchin’ now. Did I miss a briefing?”

[bric-x-brac]

thenestbrat started following you

“Aup- No, don’t touch that,” the Autobot tuts, pulling the stock of his rifle off the floor. The rest of his weapon was in pieces scattered in front of him.

“Maintenance.”