Somewhere on Drift's ship, a very young white and red mechling has just gotten lost. Not that he's lost, no, this little fellow with such familiar finials and spoiler is quite happy, giggling loudly as he explores.
Well that was new. Sounds, not ship sounds, but small feet sounds. He was used to things somehow getting on his ship by now though. The spacebride was nice, but it malfunctioned sometimes allowing random transports aboard. Somehow though he knew this one wasn’t dangerous as he decided to see who it was.
Wasn’t he surprised when he spied a tiny, but familiar looking little sparkling in the distance. His same distinct paintjob, but sporting a cute little spoiler across his back.
“Hmmm, now how did you get here little mech?” Crouching down to appear less intimidating.