Enjoy The Silence

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Shockwave strode calmly through a deserted street. The planet was under neutral control, but a strong Decepticon presence in certain parts rendered the planet desolate. Being a smaller planet made it less known. It was the perfect place to store important information.

Keeping information on top-secret projects, Decepticon plans, and similar information on hand was a dangerous idea. Especially with all the bounty hunters around the galaxy. So, Shockwave kept information stashes across the galaxy. This specific planet just so happened to hold information on a few projects Shockwave had been working on before picking up his Long Arm gig.

However, something told Shockwave he wasn't alone. He froze, antlers shifting forwards as he listened to his surroundings. There was someone else here. "Show yourself," he announced, optic narrowing as he tried to spot whoever had been tailing him. "There's no use in hiding."

#oneeyed-and-dangerous #sORRY ITS LATE #Fell off the face of the earth for a bit there

Deadbolt played this role plenty of times before, elude to the air of no concern, but keep enough tension in preparation for a sudden lunge out of the way. He played this role so often it’s just become part of his nature.

“If I recall, consent isn’t part of being tracked in the first place.” He countered, pushing his luck will only get him so far if he decides to be a smart ass.

Though, with a flick of his antenna and a shallow mock of a bow as a jab to the ‘con’s high rank, he gave his name. “I am a mercenary, designation: Deadbolt.”

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Shockwave strode calmly through a deserted street. The planet was under neutral control, but a strong Decepticon presence in certain parts rendered the planet desolate. Being a smaller planet made it less known. It was the perfect place to store important information.

Keeping information on top-secret projects, Decepticon plans, and similar information on hand was a dangerous idea. Especially with all the bounty hunters around the galaxy. So, Shockwave kept information stashes across the galaxy. This specific planet just so happened to hold information on a few projects Shockwave had been working on before picking up his Long Arm gig.

However, something told Shockwave he wasn't alone. He froze, antlers shifting forwards as he listened to his surroundings. There was someone else here. "Show yourself," he announced, optic narrowing as he tried to spot whoever had been tailing him. "There's no use in hiding."

Deadbolt hummed in response, watching Shockwave nonchalantly.

“Most here are, if not active, they will be for the right price. I don’t see myself being one as much of a surprise.” He countered, the other mech was coming closer now, but he refused to give way.

“I may be curious, but if I were so foolish as to try and take down one of Megatron’s own, I’d have kept my distance and do it from there.” Flexing his claws at his side, Deadbolt observed the other’s movements.

#oneeyed-and-dangerous

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Shockwave strode calmly through a deserted street. The planet was under neutral control, but a strong Decepticon presence in certain parts rendered the planet desolate. Being a smaller planet made it less known. It was the perfect place to store important information.

Keeping information on top-secret projects, Decepticon plans, and similar information on hand was a dangerous idea. Especially with all the bounty hunters around the galaxy. So, Shockwave kept information stashes across the galaxy. This specific planet just so happened to hold information on a few projects Shockwave had been working on before picking up his Long Arm gig.

However, something told Shockwave he wasn't alone. He froze, antlers shifting forwards as he listened to his surroundings. There was someone else here. "Show yourself," he announced, optic narrowing as he tried to spot whoever had been tailing him. "There's no use in hiding."

Despite the other bot's lack of hostility, Shockwave chose to take a more intimidating stance. He straightened to his full height, red optic focusing completely on the other bot. "What I am doing on this planet is none of your business," Shockwave replied. There was a mild aggression hidden beneath his usual monotone.

The cycloptic mech took in the other's appearance. Single optic, massive claws, antenna. The two certainly held a few similarities- which piqued Shockwave's interest. Obviously, this mech knew who he was, given his initial comment. "So, you know who I am? Then, you should know trailing me is not exactly a smart idea." His claws twitched lightly at his sides.

In response to the more aggressive posture, Deadbolt flared his rotors from their place on his back. Shockwave was a broader mech, that tank alt giving him an edge when it came to durability. If it came down to it, the scientist would be dealt the better hand.

“I am aware. I was not hired to follow you, merely my own curiosity.” He explained, it was best to not provoke the Decepticon, though if he truly worried about that, he wouldn’t have followed him in the first place. Curiosity was a dangerous thing it seemed.

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#oneeyed-and-dangerous

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Shockwave strode calmly through a deserted street. The planet was under neutral control, but a strong Decepticon presence in certain parts rendered the planet desolate. Being a smaller planet made it less known. It was the perfect place to store important information.

Keeping information on top-secret projects, Decepticon plans, and similar information on hand was a dangerous idea. Especially with all the bounty hunters around the galaxy. So, Shockwave kept information stashes across the galaxy. This specific planet just so happened to hold information on a few projects Shockwave had been working on before picking up his Long Arm gig.

However, something told Shockwave he wasn't alone. He froze, antlers shifting forwards as he listened to his surroundings. There was someone else here. "Show yourself," he announced, optic narrowing as he tried to spot whoever had been tailing him. "There's no use in hiding."

#oneeyed-and-dangerous #i am very rusty when it comes to this so hope you don't mind if my flow is a bit off!

Deadbolt wasn’t hired to follow the Decepticon. He wasn’t quite sure why he decided to in the first place either, but seeing the scientist out in the middle of nowhere had piqued his interest.

The mercenary was not a clumsy mech when it came to tracking a target, if he had more of an ego he would even say he was great at it. So, when the ‘Con had picked up on his presence and halted, it had caught him by surprise. There was no use in staying hidden by the time Shockwave had started looking. Better make this easier on himself.

Slowly emerging from the gap in the buildings he was hidden, Deadbolt’s own antenna had flicked forward as if in alert. Though his own expression had been one of blank disinterest.

“I wouldn’t have expected someone such as yourself to be on this lowly planet.”

mechablood

I can only draw two bots apparently.

#Reblog from Main #Cause my monsters are real and they're trained how to kill [art]#wow haven't used this blog in a long time

The forest was dark.

Not that there would be much light in the dead of night regardless. Moon hung high with barely a shine to it, the inky black of space threatening to swallow it whole.

But yes, the forest was dark. The once active wildlife had been silenced by foreign noises. Mechanical whirring and the occasional thud of something moving. Something heavy. With a sputter and a hiss of hot air against the crisp atmosphere, the forest floor was alight with a partial, yellow glow.

Systems rebooted as the large mech came online once more. He hasn't been here long, but he's learned one thing.

Don't cast a blind eye to the humans.

#Don't get angry don't discourage take a shot of liquid courage [Starter]#hi i found this lying around and figured i'd post it as a starter #i need to practice writing still

startshxtwithme

What do you think my muse's voice sounds like?

Try to describe tone, pitch, accents, etc.

#rp prompt #i actually have no kind of voice in mind for him so im curious

"Never trust a survivor until you learn what they did to stay alive." - thespeakerbot (Echo)

“This saying could go either way. You may be small but I feel you’re hiding something yourself.” The large mech loomed over Echo, optic watching them eerily. “So tell me, exactly what did you survive?”

Echo looked up at the bigger mech. He was intimidating yes but the smaller tried not to let it show.

“I’ve survived plenty. Autobots, decepticons, other things. What about you big guy? You seem like the survivor type, yourself.”

He tilted his head and crossed his arms over his chassis.

The mech tilted his head, optic unmoving as the antennae perked. Just then a rumble emitted from within his frame, a purr? A growl? Either can’t be good in this context.

“I’ve survived many of my own conflicts. One with most of my body destroyed even, but surely that’s too long a story for a stranger.”

Echo flinched lightly and turned his head, antennae flicking back.

“Eh, yeah that sounds about right. Incredibly personal backstory that needs a higher level of friendship or acquaintance..”

‘That we’ll probably never get to because I’ve made things incredibly awkward,’ he thought as he stole a glance up at him.

He felt much much smaller than he already was.

Deadbolt let out a whirr, he leaned back from his position, no longer looming over the small figure. He kept crouched however, glancing over the other bot.

“Quite the bravado you have to approach me, yet now you seem so timid. What’s a bot like you doing out of the city limits?”

The merc couldn’t help himself from getting curious, although he seemed more incredulous to the eye.

“It’s uh, complicated. A medic could probably tell you all about the specifics, missing line of code, too much, I dunno. Feels like a switch or something…”

He paused and turned his head again. If he could blush he would out of pure embarrassment.

“And now I’m over sharing..”

He seemed to was slightly at the subject change. The attention was still on him but at least it was about something other than faulty coding.

“Simply put, I can’t stand it. Too much of… well, everything.”

#thespeakerbot #long post

He tilted his head again. This little mech was quite amusing with his back and forth nature.

A chuckle.

“Oversharing is a common occurrence. As for not liking the noise, I suggest finding safer locations to run to.” His rotors flicked as the rest of him remained idle, Deadbolt more or less wanted to see where this would go. He was trying to amuse himself after all.

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Send 📖 to get really bad advice from my muse

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#Don't get angry don't discourage take a shot of liquid courage [Starter]#Leave your weapon on the table [ooc]#I guess #Also I just wanted to do something dumb

"Never trust a survivor until you learn what they did to stay alive." - thespeakerbot (Echo)

“This saying could go either way. You may be small but I feel you’re hiding something yourself.” The large mech loomed over Echo, optic watching them eerily. “So tell me, exactly what did you survive?”

Echo looked up at the bigger mech. He was intimidating yes but the smaller tried not to let it show.

“I’ve survived plenty. Autobots, decepticons, other things. What about you big guy? You seem like the survivor type, yourself.”

He tilted his head and crossed his arms over his chassis.

The mech tilted his head, optic unmoving as the antennae perked. Just then a rumble emitted from within his frame, a purr? A growl? Either can’t be good in this context.

“I’ve survived many of my own conflicts. One with most of my body destroyed even, but surely that’s too long a story for a stranger.”

Echo flinched lightly and turned his head, antennae flicking back.

“Eh, yeah that sounds about right. Incredibly personal backstory that needs a higher level of friendship or acquaintance..”

‘That we’ll probably never get to because I’ve made things incredibly awkward,’ he thought as he stole a glance up at him.

He felt much much smaller than he already was.

#thespeakerbot #guys i did it again #i posted to main instead

Deadbolt let out a whirr, he leaned back from his position, no longer looming over the small figure. He kept crouched however, glancing over the other bot.

“Quite the bravado you have to approach me, yet now you seem so timid. What’s a bot like you doing out of the city limits?”

The merc couldn’t help himself from getting curious, although he seemed more incredulous to the eye.

"Never trust a survivor until you learn what they did to stay alive." - thespeakerbot (Echo)

“This saying could go either way. You may be small but I feel you’re hiding something yourself.” The large mech loomed over Echo, optic watching them eerily. “So tell me, exactly what did you survive?”

Echo looked up at the bigger mech. He was intimidating yes but the smaller tried not to let it show.

“I’ve survived plenty. Autobots, decepticons, other things. What about you big guy? You seem like the survivor type, yourself.”

He tilted his head and crossed his arms over his chassis.