#fastestpredaconalive

[notthefinish]

"HI DAD!!!" Cue an exuberant Predacon youngling landing on Knock Out's shoulder, small talons catching on the edges of plating to latch on. She buts her helm against the side of the medic's, purring happily.

Knock Out freezes. A small animal has landed on him. One that called him dad. This was weird. A glance sideways showed that it was in fact a predacon. 

Had... Had he done something?

No, no he’d know if he had a predcon child.

Instinct wanted him to shriek and throw the thing, but that is not what the bots would do. Its clearly a child. 

“I am afraid you may be mistaken, uh, little one. I have no young. Not that I am not flattered by the affection.” 

[faultfindingfirebot]

[ panic ] It's not often that Tempest panics, but when she does, she heads straight for the nearest adult. And this time she doesn't even recognize the bot, but he's less scary than whatever the scrap those strange flying red things were. "Help!"

Nonverbal meme: Accepting

Hearing the cry for help, Heatwave immediately turned toward it. Just in time to catch what looked like a small dragon in his arms.

He’s had stranger things happen.

“Hey, don’t worry I’ll help you. What’s wrong?”

[talentandlooks]

She's been up entirely too long, but like a typical teenager, getting Tempest to admit to being tired is impossible. Hence why she's flying so awkwardly. Oh whoops, she's just collided with this poor young Rescue Bot. What a mess. Ooops.

And said Rescue Bot hits the ground with a yelp, his optics wide at the sight of something far different from Grimlock. "W-woah! Watch out! You could crush a bot!" Hotshot exclaims, even as he looks her over to make sure she's okay.

[heals-on-wheels]

Another cherry red racer? Tempest only hesitates a moment before diving, aiming to land on the mech's shoulder. "DAAAAAD!"

Knock Out is out enjoying the good weather, feeling the heat spread across his plating pleasantly before a loud yelling is heard from above him. 

Looking up he’s met with the side of something very red and flying coming at him.

He only has a few moments of screeching before the thing hits him—which results in him scrambling to get it off.

“The paint! Watch the paint—”

What the pit was going on? Dad?

An earthen term for sire, wasn’t it?

“I don’t know who or what you are but OFF! I just buffed that!”

@fastestpredaconalive

[driftsetadrift]

*chirps at*

Oh! A Predacon sparkling! It was so cute!

“Hello little critter! What brings you over here?”