War is a dirty game and I'm a dirty player!

That real life comes before role-play.

That sometimes, I’m in the mood to do a certain threads more then others.

That I’m scattered brained, and human. So I might have misplaced our thread.

That RP is a stress relief, not a stress giver. So don’t force me to reply.

That my Muse has feelings too, and isn’t just here for your goals, wants and amusement.

And last, that the mun may be sweet, but that doesn’t mean I should be walked over.

Blades had just been wondering around on this planet looking for– the fugitive. Some alien had stolen some important data from the ark and he had been tasked to find it along with Streetwise.

He had been extra careful to avoid any of the planet inhabitants, but he become extremely curious after picking up a cybernetic signature. It promoted him to go in that direction and investigate.

He finally found where the signature had been coming from and looked around. He didn’t see anyone at first– that was until he looked down.

The copter bot didn’t see any trouble telling the smaller bot his name though. Might as well try and be diplomatic with one of natives. So the larger bot crouched down so he could be at least closer to the level of the smaller one.

 “Call me Blades, and I know you might be thinking I might be a hostile alien invader-- and reassure, I’m not. I’m just looking something and I’ll be gone just just like that.”  Blades raised his servos to try and do a pacifist gesture. How did the rest of his brothers do this diplomat thing so easily...?

-- But of course, Blades was impatient for the calvery to arrive. If it was just one lone Decepticon, how bad could it be? It wasn’t like he was taking on Megatron or something.

Of course, there was culprit Decepticon right in plain sight, not even bothering to hide nor be inconspicuous in any way. Blades also knew who exactly this was too. 

And with that, the surly copter bot pointed a finger at Wildrider.