@thexundertaker replied to your post: This just in: Sparkplug's berth has been taken...
The bird refuses to get up. Instead, he’ll whip Spark’s helm with his tail. Shoo.
“HEY!”

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@thexundertaker replied to your post: This just in: Sparkplug's berth has been taken...
The bird refuses to get up. Instead, he’ll whip Spark’s helm with his tail. Shoo.
“HEY!”
thexundertaker started following you.
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“Greetings.” Factoria bowed her head. “I am Factoria, goddess of the planet Diversa.”
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The look she gave the flight deck managar was incredibly flat, more-so than her usual. More scouting for energon. The last time she checked her reflection, she was not a collection drone. They had Vehicons for this! They brought her the shipments from the mines, and and Quartermaster she made made sure the energon storage was fully stocked and distributed among the Nemesis.
Thus she found herself with her data pad/scanner, making note of the nearby lines of raw energon. In such a state it was volatile, so her decision this time was to go solo. The last time she went with backup, they found themselves at the bottom of a chasm. Their own doing, after thinking a boulder had a hidden Autobot behind it. She let out a soft vent, just wishing she could pinch her nose ridge out of exasperation. The developing twitch in her optic would have to do for now.
PREDACON PECKING IN PROGRESS.
AAAAAAAAAA
PEEP PEEP PEEP
COME ON WHAT HAVE I EVER DONE
thexundertaker replied to your post: There is a tapping at Reviver's window. A certain...
“{What is a door?}”
She frowned some, stepping back. “N-nevermind.”
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A shadow of movement out of the corner of his optic was all it took to incite Optimus into jerking and squinting up into the night. With a spike in Decepticon activity, it was no surprise that the young Prime was a little on edge… though something about tonight made him wary in a way he’d not been in a long time. “Hello? Is someone there?”
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She backed away slowly from the huge creature, her fight or flight instinct urging her limbs to move.
“What are you?”
@thexundertaker replied to your post: SQUAWK. "{You're ugly.}" SQUAWK.
Displeased with mockery, Smokescreen now has a Predabird pecking his helm several times.
Ow- Oww- augh- What’d I say?
Uhh- Squawwwwwk?