#rolled even

[poiseandpatience]

@yourxguardian  ❤

When the Autobots were forced to separate due to Cemetery Wind, Drift knew their best bet was to yet again find each other. Come together to make themselves a bigger, harder to hit target. Considering all the humans were taught so they could fair their own against the Decepticon...

It was a really big stab in the back, honestly. Drift hadn’t seen it coming but he shouldn’t have been surprised-- he knew how humans were. How they reacted when uncertain or scared. Maybe it was foolish of him to believe in the faith the others had in them. Sure seemed that way, considering they were being hunted down like some prized trophies.

Drift had been keeping his optic and scanner out for any signs of fellow Autobots, or even a neutral that might need a servo-- scanning a less flashy Audi to blend in better and going with a pure black scheme for his outer paint mode. Anyone who had seen Drift’s earlier choice in alt mode (an obnoxious Dodge Viper) wouldn’t have guessed off the bat it was the triplechanger in disguise. Even if they noticed he had an Energon signal, it’d take either an advanced reading or him transforming to tell.

As such, he’s mostly been able to get around undetected.

Drift had found himself a place to chill in a parking lot, sensors reaching out as he rested uneasily. His light recharge disturbed as he picked up another Cybertronian signal entering into his vicinity.

The black Audi suddenly sat up straighter, reaching out cautiously as Drift opened up an accessible comm channel tentatively, ::Hello?::

[poiseandpatience]

@danceswithautobots  ❤

When Drift had finally met up with Crosshairs after Cemetery Wind had forced the Autobots to split up and go on the run, he’d been not only annoyed it was the one mecha that probably shit talked him the most but also that they’d decided to kidnap a human.

Okay, okay, not kidnap. Rescue, whatever. Drift wasn’t about to disbelieve the claim, there was nothing really for the paratrooper to gain from such an act anyways.

If anything it made Drift not regret jumping in to help the pinned down paratrooper. Of course, he’d had done it anyways, but then he’d probably find some excuse to go it on his own again.

But now that Crosshairs had a human around too, Drift couldn’t help but fret. Could they even take care of one?

“Are you sure you’re getting enough nutrients? I mean, my scans say otherwise. We should probably find you something other than fast food and potato chips.”

[poiseandpatience]

@ataraxia-resolute  ❤

Another Energon signal-- it seemed they were popping up quite frequently these days. Mostly due to either someone getting injured or even sometimes down right murdered, or a new Cybertronian getting to Earth and not quite masking their signal fast enough, if at all. It certainly kept the Autobots busy.

They usually broke off into pairs if not more, on the off chance that TRF injured a fellow Cybertronian as a trap or made it onto the scene as well. Usually.

When necessary, Drift went alone. He figured he could handle himself just fine if anything goes wrong and thus far, he’s been right. But not for lack of caution. He wasn’t going to let it get him cocky; not these days, anyways.

It was a more remote location this time, and that had Drift suspicious. Though if not a trap, it had potential to go over a lot more smoothly than say somewhere in a bustling city. But it also was the kind of thing a human would pull; keep the fighting from damaging so much as had happened to Chicago or even just Mission City or Hong Kong.

The crimson helicopter lowered itself slowly as he neared the source location, bringing the triplechanger down close enough for him to shift into root mode and drop gracefully to his pedes. Both swords being pulled as a precaution as he stalked forward. Pede falls soft against the tarmac, even though he’d opted against entire stealth since the last time he’d given some poor neutral quite the scare.

“Hello?”