#experimentalweapon

[petite-datapad-pusher]

::Hello, Jasper! How are you?::

:: MAX ! :: Wow, its surprise after surprise. :: I-I’m doing alright! Wh-where are you? How are you? I-Its been a while! :: Happy Jasper is happy to hear from one of his friends. 

[urbanayellow-blog]

It was about a couple of hours later before he decided to ping an apology to you. Not that you deserved it because Autobots don't deserve apologies, so he'd been told by every other Vehicon on the Nemesis. Nonetheless, have one, anyway. ::...I'm sorry for retreating like that.::

There’s, of course, the irritated silence that normally began with these conversations. Which eventually, as usual, folded into a response.

::What was the big deal?::

[tranquilfingers]

wow!

You are my:[x] Acquaintance [] Friend[] Stranger[] Boyfriend/Girlfriend[] Love Interest[] Best Friend[] Enemy[] Nemesis[] Other

I think you’re:[] Ugly[] Ok[x] Pretty[] Beautiful[] Gorgeous[] Sexy[] Hot

We should:[] Fight[] Fuck[] Kiss[] Make love [x] Text[x] Watch films[x] Talk more often!

I:[x] Like You[] Hate You[] Love You[] Think you’re

I secretly:[] Hate You[] Love You[] Like You[] Dislike You[] Think You’re [x] No secrets here, as far as I know.

[x] Yes… Sure![] No

[urbanayellow-blog]

::Hey! I decided to come to Earth tonight! Do you mind meeting me at my coordinates or should I meet you?:: Surprise, surprise…

::You're wh--:: oh no, no no no no..

[urbanayellow-blog]

A few weeks ago, someone had captured a mysterious, unmarked helicopter, hovering near them as they were exploring the cliffs in Nevada. They’d called the cops but, the aircraft seemed to have vanished by the time the feds arrived on the scene. The story made it on to the 9 o’clock news that same day.

It looks like its back, this time, in the Rocky Mountains.

It looks exactly the same. Coincidence? 

I think not. It also has the same coloration as those unmarked, purple jets that are sometimes seen flying around in random parts of the earth.

Something fishy’s going on here, and this site is dedicated to finding out what, who and why.

—

//Hey! Psst, Earth to Raf…!//

“Huh?”

A playful prod to the boy’s side jars him ‘awake’. Eyes tearing away from the stark glow of the computer screen, blinking back the iridescent light from his eyes. The outside world comes into focus, as does the scout looming over his shoulder, whirling like a whining puppy. //Think you could tear yourself away from your laptop for two seconds?//

And suddenly the boy remembers what they were doing, well, supposed to be doing. The cheesy chip tune music filters in, the brightly colored racing game pops out at him from the television screen.

A sympathetic smile pulls across Raf’s face, if not a little guilty as well. “Sorry,” he had promised the Autobot some quality time with how busy he’d become. “I’m a little behind in cleaning off these conspiracy sites,” the ones the scout was quite good at getting himself posterized on. “I found something interesting,” a few clicks as the boy zooms in on the article in question.

//… is that—//

"The helicopter from before." The boy cuts off Bumblebee near seamlessly, another click as he pops up the news snippet from a few months ago.

The silence that follows this revelation is awkward, almost overbearing. It surprises the twelve year old that his guardian doesn’t have some sassy retort. But the cycling of optics is the only gauge of a reaction the boy has, focusing to a near deadly focus.

It’s with a small bit of hesitation that he finally speaks up again, “do you think Miko was right?” But Bumblebee had already told them all that he’d never seen a helicopter based drone on Earth in all the years he’d been resident, hadn’t he? “… Bumblebee?”

//Mm?// And all at once the scout’s features soften, optics refocused in a soft glow as his attention reeled back to his charge. //Oh— No,// a whimsical scoff of high chip tunes, //no that’s… I mean, you’ve seen some of the posts on here.// The pictures of himself were probably the only genuine find, a diamond in the rough of poorly taken photos of sea monsters and hairy footed humanoids.

"Yeah… you’re right," a reassured smile as the boy reaches a hand to the top of his laptop, motioning to close—

//Should probably delete it though,// a sudden chirp, digit poised to stop the lid from snapped shut entirely. “Well… I could?” but he wasn’t entirely sure why he should, if it wasn’t a threat then why pull it? “Do we have to?”

//It could… get to Miko!// Rafael blinks once, twice. //Remember how crazy she was about it last time? She talked about it for days,// maybe even an entire week. //I’d rather not… y’know?//

"… I guess," although the boy wasn’t as entirely convinced as he was before. But a few simple clicks and the images were gone, another and the article seemingly dissipated into cyber space, as if it had never existed.

The conversation was quick to change, eventually settling into the cheesy racing game that had been awaiting their attention. Beckoning them with its guitar rifts, but even still the boy snuck a side long glance to his guardian every so often. There was something different, maybe even wrong… he just wasn’t sure what.

[eradicongeneralxeurx]

experimental-weapon replied to your post:«Frag it all ta slag. What’s a general got ta do...

::Maybe you should find a hobby. That might help!::

<<Well hello there, Max. Its been ages since I've talked ta ya. How ya doin', my mech?>>

<<'N yeah, I've tried a hobby. I've tried cookin'. Turns out that isn't not my thing. I also go flyin' on a good day. But I can't do that for the rest of my life. I miss the action! The thrill! The pumping of the energon. This just isn't the same.>>

[meltedandscarred]

Tag a quality blog, You’re it! Quality doesn’t mean that you have a lot of followers, or a lot of messages. It means that you’re nice to other people, and you deserve to be happy. If you get this message, someone is telling you that they love you as you are, and they don’t care how many followers you have. Send this to 15 blogs who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen. But it’s just good to let someone know that you love them.

Aww, Max…thanks.

[experimental-weapon]

::Yes! Allen told me about it and showed me pictures! The humans thought it looked like the surface of the moon so, they named it such. There was also a…drop of “frozen lava” there. Do you now what lava is?::

[urbanayellow-blog]

::Well, where is—:: Nope, still talking. ::Lava? Uh,:: How to explain this, ::do you know what fire is…?::

[experimental-weapon]

::Yes. The Eradicons sometimes have it shooting from their afterburners, if they’re flying fast enough. Why?::

[urbanayellow-blog]

::Lava and fire are... kinda similar,:: at least as far as he knew. ::Lava's a bit more solid, though.::