It was late. Or was it early? He didn’t know. Something woke him up, though.
Vegastig nearly stretched out into root mode, but stopped last second.
‘That’s right, I’m incognito..’ he shook a bit instead, adjusting his sensors and EM field to ‘look’ around. Something woke him up.
It took him a few seconds to figure it out, but when he did, his internal screens lit up gleefully.
His new favorite flesh-creature was here again! With that silly data pad again but honestly Stig didn’t care.
What did he want? Probably more pictures and scans. Stig didn’t care, he didn’t much pay attention to what the fleshies talked about.
He shifted slowly, to not make any noise. If the green-armored fleshling would step an inch to the right, he could snag the flashlight on his helmet with one of the straps again… or if he moved a bit to the left, he’ll find that the floor plating there is tilted just a bit, perhaps enough to make him slip…
Vegastig had been living undercover with these flesh-ape-creatures for a while now. He liked their spirit! And they remind him of how things used to be, during the war, even if other Cybertronians would give him flack for getting attached to the short-lived creatures. He didn’t care. They were so silly and interesting! And his favorite one has come to visit him early early in the morning! He was pleased.
Vegastig, ex-Decepticon tracker and Scrapper, waited in anticipation to see which trap the man would find first.
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