#iaconsavior

[deesixteen]

@iaconsavior said:

Excuse you, he’s humbling a citizen.

Tell that to D-16’s shiny new fusion cannon.

[indomitablespirits]

"........Um...... N-No...sir. Thank you though...?" Wait, was that ever a thing...??

She might be a bit more nervous now, but she still takes a deep in-vent and proceeds. She made a promise...

"I'm...increasingly concerned about the miners, sir. You know I visit them from time to time, and I've been noticing...what I'm certain is a decline in their overall health. There's been more reported injuries in the past couple of months than...ever." According to what Orion told her. No way was she going to try and get such info from Darkwing. She is pretty sure he could snap her in half with a slight push.

"Most of them are pulling multiple shifts in a row, more times than not. And...I don't think they're getting enough energon to do everything they need to do." Her gaze can't help but wander to the drink she just brought up at that... "Isn't there anything we can do to help...? They're pulling such a huge weight that is allowing the rest of us live normal lives..."

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[amalgamous-prime]

@iaconsavior

Tsk, tsk. “Senni, you look tired! Don’t tell me Trion and Alchemist have been monopolizing your time again.” Her tone is fond but firm; she knows which of her siblings yap the most, and how their aide is often too polite to escape long discussions of history or cuisine — or culinary history, as the case may be.

She holds out a little gauzy bag of glowing energon gels. “Do you need me to clear tomorrow’s schedule for you? Nexus can cover for you, they don’t mind.”

[secondforged]

@iaconsavior

Picks him up. Crushingly.

[coetusmachina-a]

Steamtrack is staring over at Sentinel Prime, unable to stop the confused and slightly weirded out expression on her face as she watches him celebrate...

She.... she's pretty sure that's not what that means....... but, okay?

[dizzydiodes]

@iaconsavior said:

Oh, I am well aware that Iacon is, as they say, 'thirsty'

"Thirsty! That's a nice way to put it. I like it!"

[spilled-energon]

Starter for @iaconsavior

It wasn't necessarily uncommon to come across bots that Nightshade had yet to meet. Earth was a safe haven for Cybertronians of all types, after all. They were used to coming into contact with new faces, both friendly and dangerous.

So, when they came across an unfamiliar blue and gold bot that was quite a bit taller than them, they approached in a friendly manner. They did, however, make sure to keep their guard up for the time being. It was always better to be safe, rather than sorry.

"Hello," they greeted, waving a servo as their bright green optics focused on the taller bot. "I'm not certain we've met yet. My name is Nightshade. What brings you here?"

[indomitablespirits]

"So I remember, sir." The maid bot's optics offered a forced smile towards the floor at the thought. She withdrew a dataslate from her chassis, making note of the request as she fell into step behind her boss. Which meant power-walking at her size, but she wasn't one to complain.

Especially not on such an important day for Iacon. Sentinel certainly didn't need help in being adored by the populus, but no one would catch Roz slacking.

"Can I offer a buff and polish before your appearance?"

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