#saevusbellator

[driftshipsdontlie]

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Oh no, he’s heard of this mech. This is bad, this is very bad. What little energy he had left went into a last ditch effort for freedom. It was to no avail, he’d been severely damaged and beaten, chained excessively and been stripped of his weapons. 

Instead he did the only thing he had left and growled fiercely at his new master. He would not go willingly.

[heroic-flying-medic]

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/Pharma yawned and stretched, pausing on his trip to retrieve some energon and possibly converse with some other crew members of the NPT. It had been a long, dreary day of counting every. single. item they had in the medbay storage, and he wanted to focus on something far more entertaining now that he was finished. Perhaps he’d put some additives in his energon this time. He knew that experimenting with things was a bad idea, as his flier tank was sensitive to changes in fuel type. 

The medic then realized the hallway that branched off of the one he was in had gone dark… likely the work of a blown fuse. While he was there, he figured he might as well find the fusebox and repair the lighting so no one injured themselves having to walk around in the dark. 

Obliviously trotting down the darkened corridor, he paused when he heard a sound behind him. His senses were highly attuned, and used to hearing and seeing things that weren’t always there, so he did his best to ignore it. That was, until a servo gripped onto his shoulder vent hard enough to leave dents, yanked him backwards and impaled his abdomen with some kind of sword./ AAAAAAAAAGH! /The flier screamed in pain and terror, kicking and struggling to get away from whoever the hell had attacked him. Was this real? Was he hallucinating? He should really think about seeing someone in regards to that, actually.

Real or not, Pharma didn’t give a frag. He used his turbines to propel himself free of the phantom grip, sending him crashing down the hall back into the light. Smashing hard into the nearest wall, he felt and heard several joints snap from the impact. The jet struggled to his peds, wiping energon from where it’d trickled out if his mouth. 

A hand pressing hard to the gaping wound in his abdomen, he briefly looked back into the dark hallway to see blood-red optics piercing the shadows. 

Aaand that was his queue to run like hell./

[facelessgunformer]

I'e heard you were not only just a rifle for Megatron, but also his little berth warmer.

Hav̵e you͡ ̷a͡s̶ke̷d ͜Me̢gatr̕o҉n̕ ͞a͠boùt̵ ͟t̛hi̛ś ͠i̵nf̨o͟rm͜a̵t͘i̶ơn? 

[heroic-flying-medic]

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/Pharma has no idea how you’ve gotten his comm signal, but he’s certainly not impressed. This, combined with his own frustration after accidentally shattering several of the delicate crystals needed to build his cybercat has him in a very rarely seen mood of irritability./ If you must know, Saevus, /He began in a defensive tone./ I actually have no current relationship. I don’t know what you’ve been told, and who you get your information from- to which I’d suggest getting a new informer- but I’m not with anyone right now. Nor do I have any yearning desire to be. 

I don’t care how much you dislike it- you can’t do much about it. /There's a waver in his voice. Pharma knows how dangerous Saevus is, but he's not about to outright let him know that. Anyone who could easily dispatch a massive sparkeater and several others is definitely someone to fear. 

His friend, Blackfire, often crossed his mind. The medic would visit him, if his murderer would simply LEAVE HIM THE HELL ALONE. The only place he’d be protected now is on the ship. Even on his excursions outside, they are almost always in alternate universes. Both for the reason of his own safely and the possibility of his assistance being needed while he's not around. Saevus is not the only threat to him, but possibly the greatest in that area./ Now, leave me be before I have to change my comm signal. 

[crystalfeathersoflight]

May I ask you where are you from?.. I'd like to know where can a mech meet a beauty like you.

"Ah, I’m afraid it isn’t there anymore. I’m from New Crystal City. It was destroyed a long time ago."

[purrpurrmedicbot]

©

© - Will you be mine?

Hah.

Never.

[heroic-flying-medic]

Whom have you lost your virginity to, Pharma?.. Did you like that mech?.. Was that willingly or were you forced to?.. [[ Saevus being himself, the mun is sorry... ]]

Even if I had an answer to that, I wouldn’t reveal it to the likes of you. /Pharma spat, stature much like that of an agitated feline. Wings flared up, back arched slightly, optics narrowed in a glare that would burn through solid cybertanium if he could shoot lasers from them. His EM field was clamped tight around him, but flared out in angry spikes here and there.

He wasn’t lying, though. His virginity was actually something he’d managed to maintain, even during his time as an Autobot. He’d almost lost it, a few times, though, including once while he was intoxicated./