... | Whatever that one eyed mech put in that last syringe must have been really, really strong. By the time the next alert comes across his feed he’s slumped against the back table and barely hanging on to consciousness. | | His proximity sensors managed to pick up a familiar presence drawing near before they abruptly shut off, leaving him to fearfully wonder who, or more importantly what, was hovering above him in the dark. His answer came in the form of a rough caress from an ancient field, and long claw like digits wrapping around his small form. | | Recognizing the shape as one of his progenitor’s, Ark let out a weak chitter and instinctively clung to the still open palm. Chuckling, the owner of those servos slide their talons underneath the exhausted bitlit and lifted him, blanket and all, off the metal slab. | “Funny how a few drops of neutralizer can make you so.. affectionate.“ | The winged mech sneered. | “You know, it’s rather depressing this is the only way I can get to see you willingly anymore. Tell me, does that bother you at all my child?” | In response Ark lifted his helm to stare at the speaking mech, only to lower it back down a second later as the sedatives took hold and finally knocked him offline. | “Hmpf. That’s what I thought.” | Starscream vented, turning on his heel and returning to the lab with his recharging princelit in tow. | “A pity you can’t be more like this when you’re actually online, Arkaitimus “ “Who knows, maybe you and I would get along a little better..”
