#datashrike

[dollofiacon]

[Closed starter for @datashrike]

Mourningstar had been sleeping peacefully that morning, nice and cozy in her nest of all things plush. She wasn't expecting to come back online for a few more Earth hours until...

BOOM!

The whole cave shook from something massive colliding with the ground right outside, in her campsite! She awoke with a start, jumping up into quadrupedal mode while her helm whipped around in all directions to see if something had invaded the cave. But when no such thing was there, Mourningstar scrambled to get outside and gasped once she saw the absolute calamity that befell her little homestead; all around the cause of a stealth glider that crashed right in the middle of it. Most of her little crop garden beds were destroyed, even some of her equipment were wrecked beyond salvage, and a few fruit trees had been severely disturbed.

All that hard work, undone in one instance. It broke her spark a little, she would have cried a bit if it wasn't for the fact that she realized whatever crashed into her campsite might have been hurt!

"Hello...? Are you alright?" She called out, getting back up onto her pedes to gallop over to the downed glider.

[herbietheautobot]

✉ heheheheh

A text based comm message is sent from deliberately masked origin onto a Decepticon channel. Labeled for one Soundwave.

If opened it'd read:

TO: Soundwave

FROM: Autobot Info. Sec. & Comm. Officer Herbie

SUBJECT: Server Data

You didn't collect all of the servers from that ruin. I got the rest that hadn't been shattered in the fall I had with your comrade.

I want to trade.

The information I have for the information you got from the rest.

No tampering or holding back of data. And no viruses or spyware.

Consider it.

[dogicrimsonofficial]

Commission featuring @datashrike - I do not get to draw transformers as often anymore as I'd hope, thank you for the lovely memory-trip down my old stomping grounds!

[death-is-upon-you]

Starter for @datashrike:

It was time to put an end to everything. Megatron decided to launch a surprise attack on the Autobot High Council. Together with his soldiers, Megatron successfully carried out his attack. The leaders were on a mission, and the Autobot soldiers were unable to defend themselves.

As Megatron walked around the site, he came across the prison wing and, curious, decided to investigate to see if there was a Decepticon there. And to his surprise, he saw Datashrike there, a Decepticon he didn't know much about, but had heard of their abilities and loyalty. With a smile on his face, he pressed the button, freeing Datashrike from their prison.

"Ah. Your name is Datashrike, right? I heard about you before. A Decepticon of your caliber would certainly be welcome to our cause."

He extends his servo towards them.

"Come. Be part of the Decepticons once more."

[cardbotxshuffle]

There were rumors going around of a pair of strange planes flying over Mow Town...both dark in color and usually only appearing at night. Could they be more Cardbots...?

More Cardbots? Or something else? Either way, it had to be investigated!

Shadow X was the one to go, the heli using his Stealth Mode to be able to investigate unseen (Mostly). Lest these be enemies instead of friends. He'd fly over to where the planes were last reported to be seen and started the 'hunt'.

"Hmmm, now let's see...."

[fate-called]

[ @datashrike || »»» ]

They'd been deleting junk mail from their inbox when a certain one caught their eye. Hazel flicked across the lines, an eyebrow nearly shooting straight up at the mention of 'keeper'. A desire to say 'I can defend myself' was roused- only to immediately be shot down by the fact that no, they really couldn't when it came to the 'bots. Realistically, Optimus was, to a degree, their 'keeper', as much as they were Raf's.

An unpleasant thought.

Speaking of unpleasant thoughts,...

How the Hell'd 'Datashrike' get their personal E-Mail?--- Had their account been hacked? Also unpleasant, though it brought to mind when their card randomly stopped working in Starbucks, a few days ago...

......hopefully unrelated, otherwise they were living at the whims of alien robots. F u n .

[Dear Datashrike,

You're fine. I'm just happy it didn't end in blasterfire on all sides, honestly. And yes,...it was...painful to witness. I'm still not sure what was going through a certain mech's processor, but. Nothing that can be done concerning that, now.

I wouldn't be against a proper introduction, though you do realize I will need to keep the Autobots apprised of my location throughout, right? As I figure you'll probably need to let Soundwave know where you are the whole time...safety precautions and all that, due to being on opposing sides. Still. If that's fine, I would be alright with meeting. Not sure how or where, since...I don't know what would qualify as a proper 'hangout' for you, nor am I certain any of my human rituals would fit the bill. So,...first hurdle to deal with, I suppose.

May your solar cycle be swift and lacking in annoyances, Ash]

[lochdandloaded]

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YES, YOU SPECIFICALLY

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Check the ko-fi page for info

Check out my comm info if you're interested!

[supreme-lord-of-the-universe]

Starter for @datashrike

Megs was wandering around the nemesis. He didn't really like to come here because of the other megs, this was his territory after all, but they did eventually come to an arrangement of sorts. The two megs were still on shaky terms, but that was only natural. One could hope that they'd get along someday, but it was very unlikely, just one wrong move from either and it could end badly for either megatron. However, Megs didn't come here for the other Megs. He was after data, the bot who had made contact with him earlier.

The warlord wandered throughout the ship with very little luck. He probably got lost in the process of his search, but he would not admit it to anyone for the sake of his pride. Getting lost was a minor inconvenience though, after all, he could just warp out of the ship if he needed to.

just when he was about to give up he heard something in the distance. It sounded like... strained coughing? Megs paused for a moment, tilting his helm at the noise. Even though it was just a cough it sounded familiar and he recognized it as data. Great... he came all the way here just to find out the bot was sick! He growled in annoyance but he wasn't going to leave, not yet. Maybe if he stayed on the other side of the room he wouldn't catch whatever 'bug' data caught.

With a sigh he'd slowly approach the door and it would automatically open in front of him. Inside the room was an unexpected sight, and it honestly shocked the warlord. Data was in there but they looked a little worse for wear and they were- surrounded by colorful petals? Flower petals?

Megs had to take a moment to process what he was looking at. Cybertronians didn't just produce organic things! What was happening? Why was it happening?

"Data, what on earth is coming out of you!?"