Preying on you tonight [ + wreckitwheeljack]
Cybertron, there hadn't really been a time that Rekam could remember the planet looking so at peace. His memories of before the war were low, cut back and into the haze that came with a hole being blown in your processor. But he'd try to remember as he sat back. From where he'd been, he could see construction still taking place on the planet, but that wasn't what brought him here. A mech like him had needs, other things that drove them to do the things they'd done. With Rekam, during the war, it had been to destroy, but now. With battles long gone or far and few in between on distant fields for various reasons, he felt so empty. But he was a fabricator, he helped at times when given the A-okay to rebuild, to make. If he was being honest with himself, he'd say he was damned good at it too. And yet, there was still a hole nothing but the sirens song of battle could mend. All he had to look forwards to was the high-grade and whatever frame happened to be within arms length at that time of the cycle. And thats what eventually landed him here, on the streets just waiting for a frame that caught his optic after being kicked out of the last bar. His processor was fuzzy, optics focus through for a loop, and yet he wasn't done yet. There was a longing in there, something to close the barriers, that either longed for one of two things at this moment, for energon to be spilt, or for something to touch. And thats when it hit him. His helm would turn, nearly giving himself a case of whiplash in the process when the strange mech passed by. Without saying a thing, the large track truck would be up on his feet, moving to follow from a few paces back.
