#metallightningbug

[quantumlogician]

One tedious clean up after another. A heedless stack of minor inconveniences that got in Shockwave's way that started with the Autobots and, surprisingly, ended with random Insecticons. There was no preferred helmache he wanted to deal with, necessarily, but whipping a few stray mechs that thought they could best him in his base was vastly easier to deal with than approaching militant forces knocking holes into his citadel.

After the smears of energon were cleaned and all these bugs were rightfully fixed up to respective machines, Shockwave grabbed the presumed leader of this little terror trifecta and seated him into one of the many embellished lab seats, locking him into place so they might have a civil conversation.

" What's your designation? " A flicker of a handheld light, shining into into the retinal screens, catching the patterns on the glass, " and what do you want with me? "

Closed — @metallightningbug

[ickle-buggy]

(@metallightningbug ) "I'm not about to let a little rain stop me (me)."

"Waspinator's wings will get wet!" He protests rather vehemently about this, because the threat of wet wings means potentially falling from the sky.

Or being conductive to lightning. He would know, he's been struck at least three times, now.

"Foolish behavior!"

[the-elite-trine-of-bishes]

(@metallightningbug) (bite)

Bite: for your muse to bite mine

Optics widened from a stinging sensation as his neck cabling had been pierced into, attention darting to the bold Insecticon that dared to have a taste.

"I'm NOT a fragging fuel source," he hissed through clinched denta, attempting to swat Shrapnel away. "I should crush you like a common earth pest..." Starscream's servo ran over the entry wound.

[helicrazy]

@metallightningbug​

Stay away from Swindle’s clients. No snacking on random mechs. Stick to scheduled feeding times. The rules are set for a specific reason. To avoid getting caught so the boss could keep his top interrogator out of prison, yet somehow that was more important than Vortex’s hunger.

So he finally decides, frag it. He can sneak out and easily find a lonely Cybertronian on the streets. One that nobody would care about if they disappeared, but full of delicious fuel nonetheless. The only problem was that he couldn’t bring them back home, and most of his ‘eating’ spots either get sectioned off by officers or taken over by detectives. 

Look, he’s a messy eater. And he’s not about to lick the ground squeaky clean and find every piece of wire to hide the evidence. Not when the news talks about it and makes him feel like a hidden star.

Instead, he calls up a friend. Someone that he knows would be thrilled to have a meal at their place, wherever their hangout might be. 

:: Shrapnel. Hey~ Think I could swing by your place? I got take out here that we could split apart and share. Should be a juicy one. You up for it? ::

[xxdoctor-djdxx]

(@metallightningbug) 🌷

He never saw the day he would have to compliment a Decepticon. "As much as it pains me to admit, you are rather clever," Pharma forced himself to speak, even as his face twisted into a grimace as the words left his mouth.

[dizzydiodes]

@metallightningbug said:

 “All by yourself (self)? Where are your friends (friends)?”

“My friends? Oh they’re...right around the corner. All of ‘em. The whole crew of Autobots.” Bumblebee lied, backing up slowly. 

[longarmprime]

Long Nights

@metallightningbug

Longarm yawns as he walks down the streets. Heading back to his home after a long shift at work. So many files needed to be corrected and refilled. Primus it was a lot of work. Rubbing his optics he turns down an alley he doesn’t normally go through mostly because his normal route was blocked. Some kind of construction they are doing. Either way he heads down the dimly lite alley.

[underconstructicons]

(@metallightningbug) Spotting Scavenger walking down a hall in the Decepticon base Shrapnel immediately took off running after the mech. "Scavenger! Wait (wait)!" he called out to the Constructicon.

Scavenger turns around to look behind him. Oh, one of the Insecticons. Mixmaster’s friend Shrapnel wasn’t it?

“Oh. Do you need me for something?” He can’t quite hide the excited flick of his tail. Normally mechs want Hook or Scrapper, he isn’t usually sought out.