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((I see that you two. Two Crosshairs and Lockdown. Ohohoho. B) ))

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B) well, i want you to beat me, baby, but lets see how it all….plays out~

okie~ 

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ahahahaha im way ahead of you its already done and waiting in my drafts B)

wow jfc. beat me o-)

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His servo slid down that green frame, digits rubbing around the rim of his valve then slid two digits inside. Sharp claws moved in and out but moving them in a teasing way; Lockdown wanted to make Crosshairs beg for it. Plus it was a better way of turning the bounty hunter on for what was to come. 

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"Stay away from me."

It was the first thing that tumbled from his vocalizer. He didn’t like Crosshairs. He was green. He had an accent. And he was violent. Blurr didn’t want to deal with that at the moment. Still, there was something drawing him towards the Autobot. The warm pulse of his ember was foreign to him and he didn’t like it.

His glare was solid, optic contracting as the green mech didn’t seem to pick up the hint. “Don’t be like tha’,” Crosshairs mused, reaching over to nudge the purple pauldron. Blurr’s claw latched onto the servo and he hissed. "Don’t touch me," he growled. He released the servo and moved to stand.

Movie nights were for relaxing and the constant pulsing feeling wasn’t fading away on its own. It was time to isolate himself. So, he attempted just that. Luckily, Crosshairs left him alone. He leaned over the railing of the ship, staring at the endless abyss of space. He loved space. Wide, open and completely free of humans.

"Disgusting creatures." His helm finial flicked. He knew that sound of metal and it made his derma twist down into a scowl. His ember pulsed, bright light flaring beneath the yellow glass of his chassis. He scoffed. "Persistent, aren’t you?" "Jus’ wannah see how yah get along out here." Blurr rolled his optic, scooting away as the green mech leaned next to him. He ignored the hissing whispers in his audios and, with effort, ignored the brightness radiating from his chassis.

Before Crosshairs could even form his next words, Blurr shifted. He gave a crooked smirk and snagged the toothpick from between the mech’s denta. He stuck it between razor sharp ones. He leaned forward, giving only inches of space between them. He exvented heavily. "Stay away from me. I mean it. You’re not my next mistake." He lifted a claw and pat Crosshairs’ cheekplating. He pulled away and turned, walking back into the ship with the intent of going home. Soul mates, spark mates- they didn’t exist where he was from.

"Knock it off," he grumbled, tapping his claws against his chassis. He wasn’t making this mistake. Not again. Not with one of them. 

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Welcome to NEST//AU with crossweaponhairs

It had been three years since the Battle of Chicago. Those who had participated, human and Autobot alike received the greatest honors from the President of the United States. While the losses were heavy Chicago would be rebuilt with time. The man behind the human-Decepticon alliance was sentenced to life imprisonment, for betraying the country and giving the city to the enemy. Those Decepticons that remained either did the smart thing and fled to the stars, those who didn't were killed.

After graduating boot camp, several long months of training in simulated battles, marching, running, she was ready. Only the top 2% were allowed to join the secret ops team known as NEST. Out of a class of 257, Sophia was one of the five recruits that made it, in fact, she was the only female recruit that was within the selected few. The man who was taking them to their base in Diego Garcia smirked at her and shook his head, muttering something that sounded similar to 'like uncle, like niece'. She was a little nervous, a lot nervous. But she could do this, she brought this upon herself. She was ready.

Once arriving on the island they received the official tour of the base, wrapping it up with a formal greeting from the leader of the Autobots himself. All the while her heart was a flutter, she couldn't keep it down one bit. They were dismissed to the barracks, it had been a long day and tomorrow would be longer still. Tomorrow would be their first day in the work place. It was nerve wracking. What was going to happen? Was it going to be like what her uncle told her? All of these questions ran through her head, and eventually she passed out.

Morning came, and the the moment of truth was upon them. She woke up groggy, once realizing where she was she bolted right out of bed, automatically worrying that she was late on her first day. Thankfully she wasn't, arriving three minutes after her fellow recruits arrived. Today they'd be shown to their posts, and if they were lucky, meet the bots who also worked over there.

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Crosshairs would bury you, full honors. He may not have known you well, but you were the charge to Ironhide, and that meant something ot him.

How would your character react if they found mine, dead?

Every soldier deserves to be buried with honor.     If only on a recording, make sure Taps is played before he’s sent into the ground.   He’ll say hello to Ironhide for you.