➳ (reverse) (robot-chixen)
– “well, well, well.”
blacker’s the first to make commentary once the chained kaiju is dragged in by the multiforce, punctuating his interest with a low whistle. in beast mode, their decepticon enemy is majestic, and unutterably savage. blacker, bemused, reaches to touch the creature and jolting back out of range before the animal can make the attempt to lash at him.
“so what are you gonna do with him, sir?” blacker asks. “right off to laster, or did braver want to get first dibs?”
laster, wearing mnemosurgery needles extending from both hands, remains off to the side. braver cowers behind his brother. he peeks out, fascinated– such a wild and fantastical beast, who wouldn’t want to dissect it?
star saber stands in front of deathsaurus, just at a distance that deathsaurus couldn’t bite him at– though with his beak muzzled shut, the attempt would be futile, anyway. “get a cage,” he commands. “i’ll spare deathsaurus his… appointments until i’ve had the chance to slaughter the heretics of his warworld in front of him. until then, he’s mine.”
blacker smirks. as laster and braver go to obey star saber’s order, he replies; “mind if i watch?”
