#battlexworned

[blackwldcw]

starter for @battlexworned

After their first unfortunate meeting in the grimy alleyways of a ruined Kaon, Blackarachia had made sure to follow his recovery. It was a remarkably speedy one given the extent of his injury, but Scalpel was a skilled medic, and Ironhide was forged sturdy. A handful of solar cycles passed, and he was back on his peddes again.

They messaged when they could. At first, they just consisted of 'Nia inquiring after his current health and Ironhide reassuring her that all was well, he'd be back at it in no time. But then conversation veered to the more personal and amiable. He would ask about their day or inquire after their research; they only gave scant details at first, thinking that a soldier wouldn't be interested in the comings and goings of the laboratory, but... he listened. He even seemed excited on her behalf.

They shared old stories from the war. He had plenty to tell about someone called Kup, with whom he shared a tenure in a training academy. And they had plenty of stories of their own to share about Scalpel and their other companions during the war. The now Senator Kalamity of Kaon and Zircon.

Weeks had passed, and they thought he had forgotten about the promise of drinks-- They wouldn't blame him. Outside of the laboratory, not many Autobots wanted to be around her. And yet, sure enough, they received a comm ping with a date, place, and time.

Humming, the arachnid couldn't help the smile that bloomed on their countenance. Guess they had a rendezvous to catch after work.

They entered the establishment, eyes briefly scanning the crowd for a familiar red paint job. They locked eyes, and 'Nia flashed another rare smile as they approached. "Hey there, you big lug. Nice to see you out and about again," they remarked.

[captainseamech]

             High Tide was totally not having a mini panic attack on his processor right now. Nope! Totally not because the worms on his arms turned out to be actual people before his very optics. Absolutely not!

             Oh and that’s definitely not an embarrassment steam escaping the corners of his lipplates. Of course not!

[13urningstars]

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The effort to help will be appreciated latter, surely it will. But not now. No, the moment his digits dig into the jagged grooves in-between her where wings connect to her frame, there's a split second where she freezes and her wings shoot up, frame tense as a board and eye's wide and pure unfiltered fear snaps in her spark. And then the second is done, and the moment ironhide begins to pull back, withought thinking, cherrybomb spins around as quickly as possible as her servo's clenches as she aims for his face, one usually so warm, a welcome sight, but blurred out and unrecognizable in her panic. She misses her jaw, her original target, but her audials despite their painful ringing, register the crunch of what she must assume is a broken nose.

[malika-carnelian]

@battlexworned started following you

". . ."

Why this giant made of metal has such angrier expression? Did she do something wrong without noticing?

"If I did something that annoied you, I apologize, sir." she asked politely, to someone never saw before, but from her count, she knew pretty well when it was about a cybertronian or a unknown being.

[tic-tic-boom]

Ironhide’s Mun….

//ironhide’s Mun (@battlexworned) is downbad

[thee-forcefield-guy]

“ you’re so cute i could just eat you out. “

It takes trailcutter a second to process it. He hadn’t expected to hear such a phrase from his companion and at first, he’d heard it wrong, he’d heard eat you and thought that was it and grinned sheepishly at the response. But then he’d realized there was an ‘out’ at the end of the sentence and immediately his entire body burst into a feverish heat, his plates below seemed to be sweltering as hot as his cheeks were.

“Wait…R-Really?”

He stammered.

[blackwldcw]

@battlexworned cont. from here

Blackarachnia's sleep was normally plagued by nightmares, some based upon their sordid past, and others brief glimpses into what may become their future. Of course, the Web of Time rarely offered anything of substantial value. They foresaw a war, and a war there was, but they could not predict the outcome or whether they would live or die once they joined the Decepticon forces. They predicted that they would be betrayed by their first love, but they did not see the possibility of another to take their place. And they were given a glimpse of a new golden era of Cybertron, but how far away that age would be was unknown.

So, when their dreams featured a mech being shot point black in the chassis with a plasma cannon in a darkened alleyway of Kaon, they, at first, paid it no mind. Despite the war's end, people died every day, and they weren't exactly keen on jeapordising their survival over what appeared to be an Autobot.

But the dreams continued, each one more vivid than the last, and the last one was so stark that the web-weaver felt his wound as her own.

They gasped awake, clawing at their chest. A phantom pain still lingered.

They tilted their head upward as their shallow breaths petered out into a growl. "Why me? And why him?" They weren't expecting Onyx Prime to answer. He never did. But they perchance felt the urgency in the still air of their chamber.

Whoever this mech was, it wasn't his time.

Hissing out a curse in their native tongue, she hastily put on her armour and made the journey to Kaon. And sure enough, there he was, left for dead in an alleyway. They glanced left and right, but whoever attacked him appeared to be gone.

The stranger was obviously stronger than she looked. With a grunt, they hoisted one of his arms over their shoulder and heaved. They had a friend who was a medic during the war. They'd take him there.

They were in the middle of preparing him for triage when they saw him stir. "Hold that thought, Scalpel. I think my patient just woke up-- Hey, Red. Servos down. You've lost a lot of energon, and I don't want you irritating that wound." They knelt beside him and began a diagnostic scan. "What were you doing out here, anyway? It's not exactly a popular hangout for 'Bots."

If they seemed irritated, it was because he'd been a guest star in their visions for the past week-- and because they felt helpless. They were a scientist, damn it. Not a seer. Not an oracle. They wished the Primes would get the hint.

[thee-forcefield-guy]

:: Hey- Trail’, ya ain’t busy today right? ‘Cause uh— I remember the time ya said you were grateful for Scout helpin’ ya an’ ya wanted to return the favor in some way. So I was thinkin’- maybe we could hang out as a start.

There’s this new lil’ bar that opened not too long ago, it’s intergalactic.. I think? I hope that’s the right term- it’s for human visitors or anyone that ain’t— ok no i’m over explaining too much… frag-

To make it short— We could go there, it’s just that bots have to use a holoform avatar. So uh— do ya have one? If not then that’s ok, we could go to good ol’ maccadams. ::

A blip on the commlink grabbed the truck’s attention. He listened carefully, a light flush on his cheek plates, mulling it over in his processor. Sure, he’d been at a bar before, many galactic bars around Cybertron. But this was completely different, he’d be around humans, but not as the big, giant robot he was used to. He did have a holomatter avatar. He’d had brainstorm make him one for the instance should he feel the need to visit Earth again but hadn’t been one to use it.

Perhaps..

::Hey Hide, Sure, I’d love to! And I do infect have an avatar, you have one too? I didn’t know you’d been able to snag one too, did Brainstorm make it? ::

Oh hush, you’re getting off track.

::I-I mean, Yes, I’d love to. I’ve been wanting to catch up, it’s been a long time since we last spoke.. ::

He did miss it, honestly. Back when he was Trailblazer, and even to Trailbreaker, him and Hide used to adventure together on the Arc with Optimus himself. He was curious to know how much time had changed, he hadn’t even seen the mech in ages.

::Just let me know a time and some coordinates, and I’ll meet you there, Promise.”