@noblestdecepticon
A unpainted, grey Seeker was standing out in the street. The meaning of this is clear to anyone around, he’s a drone, a mindless, nameless slave to some Senator. Those who cared to know, would realize that the ownership symbol on his chest signified that he belonged to Proteus.
Why one of Proteus’ guard-drones was there was a bit of a mystery, but then again it wasn’t such a strange sight. He could be checking an area that Proteus would be visiting, or he could simply be scouting for data or watching for trouble makers. There were even rumors that the most advanced of them had eyes that could connect directly to the Council, where the Senators could watch and react to protests from the safety of their chamber. But of course, that’s just a silly rumor, and it wasn’t unheard of for the senator to visit this district. Though it is generally considered unsafe, he practically has an army of guards at his disposal to protect him.
Even less surprising, was that the drone he was being pestered by two, very obviously drunk mechs. It wasn’t unheard of for some of the Senators to “lend” their more exotic framed drones like Seekers, to paying customers.
One mech was pawing at the Seeker’s wings, which kept flicking away from the painful grasp, “C’mon sugar, where’s ya master? Bet if I pay, he’ll let me play with ya wings.”
The other had a hand around the Seeker’s waist, that was slowly creeping it’s way down to his aft, “Such a cutie... if ya can look past the dead eyes and stupid face.”
Despite being a drone, the Seeker in the center of this managed to look decidedly uncomfortable.
