G1 inspired Original Characters -
Tetra Reris, Servabot Commander
Electra, Trechercon Commander
Tracking tag: blamethequints - As rped by Zypherion
20+ years RP experience
Blog Created 12/17/2014
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Seeing as this is a multi-muse role play blog, my mains are Tetra Reris who commands the Servabots and Electra who commands the Trechercons. Any others mentioned during roleplay can be interacted with as well but are mostly to add to a scene as needed or necessary. Four so far have earned the ‘not the main muse’ rp status: Shell Shock (interactions thus far with Kup and Twitch), Lodestar (interaction with Allen), and 10 year old interactions with Jacknife and Turnpike (with argontheweldermech).
Age: 20+ years RPing should give you a hint. I do not comply with any Age Verificaton for myself for a reason. Who I choose to RP with depends on my comfort level when I read your 'about the muse' plus rules and other info you provide on your blog. If I don't like what I see, then I simply move on. I expect the same from anyone seeing this blog or my side ones.
Below the cut is lore to read so you know the history behind the AU the muses exist in based off my stories. The below may be adjusted slightly in RP depending on interactions of muses.
Just for full disclosure I have had memory issues since I was a child so may not remember telling you something or even what was fully said in a thread. I repeat myself you'll know why this is so, brain went brr.
- Zypherion
In the beginning there were gods of light and darkness. There were also goddesses. Most of the latter fought alongside the gods. The goddesses that chose not to fight unfortunately learned the error of their decision. They all eventually perished.
The war between light and dark waged for eon upon eon, until only a few of us remained. The young universe matured during this time, bringing forth new life upon numerous planets. The leader of the dark gods, Unicron, was displeased with this happening. He went after these planets with the goal of wiping out the life upon them. Primus, as leader of the light gods, would not stand for the actions of Unicron. Their battles only intensified and with time they were the last of the gods to exist. This did not include the goddesses.
One light goddess, Sequista, the beloved of Primus, did what she could to help him. But Unicron was proving dangerous to any light or dark goddess that approached him. He forbade Sequista, from going near Unicron. He also told her to not get involved when he and Unicron fought. Despite her love for her beloved Primus, she backed off and watched on.
She witnessed them cross over into the metaphysical plane, then eventually saw how Primus tricked Unicron by luring the dark god to enter a large planetoid. Unfortunately Primus too was stuck in one as well.
As the two planetoids that held the individual gods drifted apart, Sequista attempted to attack the one holding Unicron. The dark goddess that remained came upon her just in time to stop her and the two fought. With each blow exchanged the planetoids drifted further away from the battling goddesses until they were lost in the darkness of the void of space. When Sequista was finally able to deal the death blow to the dark goddess, she attempted to contact her beloved. There was no answer. Primus was already out of contact, long since having formed the world that would be called Cybertron, bringing forth the original thirteen, and the spark creating computer to be known as Vector Sigma.
Sequista decided that she too would inhabit a planetoid. Over time she formed the world of that would be called Mechanadron, brought forth a small group to live upon it, and even made a spark creating computer which was named Vesta Zeta. Just as Primus had done before her, she too made a Matrix to guide her people. The first holder of the Matrix of her people was a femme that took the name of Abyssa Reris - which translates to Deep Thinker.
Time passed as Mechandron's populace slowly grew in size. Also with the rise in individuals came the growth of the planet itself. Travel paths and small towns grew into roadways and cities. New layers were built over the original planetoid with each succeeding population growth spurt. Things were peaceful for a long time, no one wanted for anything.
All good things come to an end eventually. It's a universal constant. The planet of Mechandron had become a bustling planet full of hundreds of thousands of individuals. The original Matrix bearer Abyssa Reris died and Dueta Reris took the Matrix. Dueta was a well-known singer, beloved by many and well respected. She led her people up until a threat appeared in Mechandron's orbit. The threat was a Quintesson fleet carrying many more Sharkticons and Quintesson fighters than there were individuals on the planet.
(It is here I would like to note that the Quintessons came to Mechanadron after they had been driven off of Cybertron some centuries earlier.)
The Mechandronians fought for their world as best they could, but they were overwhelmed. Dueta was mortally injured during this battle but was able to pass the Matrix on to another before dying. The new matrix holder, Logica Reris, did what she could to lead her people in the last moments battling the Quintessons, but she saw that logically it would behoove her to surrender their world rather than have her people eradicated. Her decision set Mechandron up for what was to be a long period of enslavement as well as segregation.
The Quintessons took it upon themselves to split up the Mechandronians by their build first. There were two groups of build, war type and work type. They then split those groups by their gender identifier of 'mech' or 'femme'. Once they determined who was build and gender, they moved individuals to segregated areas. Where once the populace mingled freely, now they only saw their own gender and build type - in example work mechs saw only other work mechs.
The segregation accomplished and new world order set into place, the Quintessons got into cultivating the population. Warrior builds were given appropriate training under heavy supervision. Work builds were given training depending upon their skill sets, typically they got work they were already doing before the Quintessons came along.
The Quintessons were not content to just lord over Mechanadron. They studied them as they had the Cybertronians before them. What they learned from the studies of both species eventually led to the decision that they needed to further cultivate the Mechanadronians by starting a breeding program. This led to more intense studies, figuring out when to breed, who was more likely to breed, how to increase the likelyhood of breeding without need of intervention via forced breeding, and so on. Over time they documented more instances of what they coined as "Genetic Identification". This wasn't a predictable occurence at first, but with testing they were able to figure out how to have it happen more often.
The resulting sparklings were genetically better than their parents. Such betterment turned out to be to a detriment to the Quintessons as war builds became more aggressive, stronger, dominant, and harder to control. In order to deal with this, they began to breed warrior builds with work builds. This was something they hadn't done before that time since all they were interested in was making better, stronger warrior builds that they could eventually sell as consumer products to other sentient species that needed that extra edge in their own battles. They also sold some work builds, mostly ones able to deal with the rigors of mining or other jobs that were considered too dangerous by the species that purchased them.
The Quintessons got greedy over time, breeding more and more of the build types and selling them off as they were able to do so. They also got more sloppy with their protection details over the work builds as they were considered less of a threat than the warrior builds. This would prove to be an error in judgement. Logica Reris had been planning in secret, slowly gaining supporters among fellow work build femmes. When she was bred with a warrior build mech, she was sure to whisper to him the plans that were being made and ask him to spread it among his kind. Later she was bred with a work build mech, telling him the same things and asked similar of him. Getting such information to fellow femmes who happened to be warrior builds didn't go through Logica, but via the warrior and work build mechs who passed the information along to the warrior build femmes during breeding.
Such information spreading took some time, but eventually it reached every audio willing to listen, and it was up to the individual whether they would act upon it when the cue was given. Logica Reris, as Matrix bearer, instigated this cue which was a signal that the Matrix gave out. This signal was only picked up by Mechanadronians.
The surprise uprising that occurred moments after that cue signal was broadcast was not something the Quintessons were prepared for as they had become complacent. The number of Sharkticons and Quintessons warriors was less than the Mechanadronian populace. It was a slaughter of epic proportions as both Sharkticons and Quintessons battled for their lives, eventually being driven to Quintessons ships and chased off the planet.
The cheers of the victors, war and work builds of both genders, would be short lived. In a act of revenge the Quintessons rained down upon Mechadron canisters from orbit. These canisters released their payload as they fell to the surface - spewing out invisible fumes into the air. The results of the fumes became apparent as mechs of both builds began to feel ill, progressing swiftly into overheating, violent convulsions, and eventually spark failure.
The Quintessons left Mechanadron figuring that the entire planet was now devoid of life, as that was what their scientists said the result of the genocidal canisters would be. Little did they know that there had been an error in the chemical mix that caused the fumes, which resulted only in the deaths of the mech population. Not one femme that hadn't died during the battle was affected by the fumes. The femmes that were affected though were carrying a mech sparkling and thusly felt the spark of unborn extinguish thanks to the fume exposure. Thus every last mech on their world was dead. Leaving behind grieving mothers behind to bury their sons and breeding partners.
During the battle, Logica Reris was gravely wounded. She was found by a young femme and her friend who were looking for wounded to take to a medic. Logica felt the Matrix react to the young femme and knew it was time to pass it on to her successor. She died not long afterward, the matrix now in possession of Tetra Reris. Her friend, Anima, there to witness the rise of the new Reris.
Once the dead mechs had all been given proper respects, their parts recycled or otherwise melted down as per ceremonial rites, the business of what to do next came in earnest. The leader of the warrior femmes made herself known quickly enough. Her glee at the mechs being dead was as obvious as her hatred for their former masters. Instead of helping the work build femmes to repair the damage done by the fighting, they instead began to hoard energon and materials.
Eventually the leader got brazen enough to challenge Tetra Reris to fight. She wanted the Matrix for herself, and with it the power and respect it afforded. It came to pass that Tetra Reris and this leader of the warrior builds, now calling themselves Trechercons, fought each other before the gaze of close associates, supporters, and friends. Tetra Reris managed to win the battle. The warrior build leader limped back to her supporters.
Later that cycle there was rumor that the femme leader was challenged and killed by a younger warrior femme. This rumor was proven to be true the moment Electra made herself known to Tetra Reris. Unlike her predecessor, she merely commed her to inform her she was the Trechercon leader, and her goals were similar to that of the previous leader.
Thus, the war between the Trechercons and the Servabots was officially started.
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"Of course, I wouldn't mind that." Optimus replied back with a nod, "It isn't a particularly long story or anything, it's just... a lot to revisit, that's all." He still held some guilt to this day over what had happened, thinking about how things could have been said or done differently to keep Dee from going down the darker path.
"I can try, though they tend to speak up when they feel like it." He said with a chuckle, "Primus is less than a voice and more like -- ah." Optimus pauses, trying to describe how their maker sounded to him, "More like a feeling, if that makes any sense. Either way, I appreciate your advice. I'm going to hold on to hope that things will go well, so long as no secrets are kept and I am honest with her."
"I understand it will take time to explain. A story involving a bad memory is the hardest to tell. I'm thankful that Scelus could give you all the details of our world history so I didn't have to explain it all as it is a lot to take in at once. It was bad enough telling you what little I did." Tetra Reris states.
She considers his reply about the previous Primes and Primus speaking with him. A thoughtful hum then she speaks up. "My three predecessors tend to allow me to make my own decisions, but they have weighed in if I needed it or they felt something I was struggling over needed context or guidance. Sequista is a feeling, a voice, and sheer power at once. When she decides to show herself, then you will experience all three for yourself." she points out.
A little nod toward the mech, "I suggest telling her once we are back in comms. At least that way we can secure the warning."
"Well, if that's the case, I must be doing something right." Optimus chuckles, "If they don't speak up too much, that is. Or maybe not... I don't know." The Prime shrugs. "But It's exactly how you describe it on your end, so I guess our experiences with the Matrixes aren't too different. We are pretty similar, huh?"
He looks down at her and nods back in agreement. "Then that's what we will do."
"Lack of talking from those that came before you just means they don't see the need to constantly correct you. Sometimes it is better to allow for you to grow on your own and stand upon your own merit and decisions without influence." Tetra Reris states with a little encouraging smile, "Other than Primus being quiet there isn't much difference at all. My goddess believes you have done well enough and I agree with her." a nod to him agreeing to contact Electra again, "Good."
@herbietheautobot "Alright. Hello and Welcome to Cybertron! I am Communications and Information Security Officer Herbie, I've been assigned to be your escort and guide during your time here!~"
A total of twenty seven femmes have exited their crowded shuttle. They all look a little tired from their long trip. The mech that approaches them is noticed as he greets them pleasantly.
Tetra Reris is the tallest of the group, and as their commander she turns gaze toward the smaller mech. "Thank you for the welcome, Herbie." she replies politely, "I am Tetra Reris, commander of the Servabots. We've had a long trip on a crowded shuttle, it would be preferable the escort is kept short for the cycle. My troops and I are rather beat from lack of recharge."
She enjoys the close proximity and contact for what it is as they dance together. "It does." Speedshift agrees as she gives him a kiss on the side of the helm near that audio. Then another little hand squeeze to his aftplate. "Way your engine is going I'm thinking you are enjoying this a lot more than you are letting others know hm?"
===
Alone with a mech in a public park, knowing others are watching is one thing. But now she's alone with a mech alone. No one watching. No one will hear a thing out of this room. She made sure it was sound proof after she moved in. She preferred her privacy in order to talk with anyone that stepped over the threshold.
Electra turns toward Reach as he touches her arm and speaks. She has to dip down just a bit due to the slight height difference. "This." is all she says before she comes in close and reclaims the mechs' lips. Arms shifting so she can place her hands upon him and move them along his back.
Her antics indeed get his engine to rev and even growl some, and Herbie lets out a small laugh.
"You'd be right. If I showed off just how much I was enjoying you, they'd kick us out of here.~"
His hand smooths along her side and gives a small squeeze once reaching her hip. Thumb along that seam where the leg came down.
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And that's all the go ahead the Analyst needs, ReachAround eagerly kissing Electra back. Arms wrapping around her and pulling their frames flush with one another. That extra layer of mindfulness gone now that they were in private.
His engine gives a hungry growl, reverberating through his chassis. His lips sliding against hers with as much energy.
Another soft giggle from Speedshift. "Could do it anyway." she suggests softly, having to keep that closeness for him to hear as well as the continue those soft brushes of body parts against one another.
A little shiver as he puts his hand on her hip to squeeze and a thumb trace into a leg seam between the waist and leg. She in turn squeezes his aft plating again and does a slow hip swing into him that has their groins nearly touch.
====
Her arms go around his as well as their lips meet yet again. This time it is more earnest and eager. The growl out of the mech sending a little thrill through her frame as they press against each other as best they can. Her chest certainly is the bulk of the issue as its more angular. But all she has to do is adjust enough so it's more comfortable. Electra returns his growl with her own, a nearly sultry primal utterance from deep within her chest.
A soft growl comes out of him at that as he answers that aft squeeze with another squeeze on her hip. His thumb starting to rub along the seam there as well. Frame heating up all the more as their pelvises skirt around making contact once more.
"I don't know, we might cause a scene.~" He teases, hands landing on her shoulder as he leans in and gives a quick nip to her neck.
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The angular bits and details of their frames are of little concern to ReachAround. A little shift there, a bit of give here, and they're essentially flush enough. Every point of contact between them a happy victory.
Electra's answering growl makes a hot coil of arousal go through him, spike stirring behind his plating. His hips give a small flex as his mouth moves against hers, movements hungry for the beautiful femme.
Herbie has her entire focus with that growl combined with the squeeze. Another shiver as his thumb traces along a different seam. She's definitely feeling heated thanks to their activities and the presence of the mech before her.
A soft gasp as he nips her neck, "The way we are acting you think we aren't now?" Speedshift asks with a purr to her tone.
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Making the bits of their frames mold to one another is part of the thrill and challenge. Somehow they make it work and are close as they can be. Electra relaxes into his hold, melting their mouths together as they hold their kiss. It is more intense now they are alone.
Another growl that sounds a little more like a purr. She's overly warm against him where they contact. There is a scent wafting off her frame. It has been slowly building since they started kissing, but now its noticeable. An alluring aroma indicating her body responding positively to his presence.
He leans back then, smirking at her as he continues the move. Frame almost making contact at various points with hers before moving away once more.
"Oh we probably are, but not enough to be made to leave. Yet.~"
He laughs again
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As soon as he's venting in that scent, his instincts start going into overdrive. Reach letting out growling moan as he introduces his glossa into their kissing, wanting to deepen things. His hands start roaming with more hunger, squeezing and stroking, and his hips move to press more firmly up against hers.
Not moving, yet. But he wants to. He wants her. Scent and field would make this obvious, ReachAround not beating around the bush any longer with his own needs.
Speedshift giggles at his declaration. "Trying to tempt them into doing so my dear sweet mech?" she asks with another close shimmy into the mech's frame.
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The Quintesson influenced breeding response in reproductive femmes certainly has kicked in for Electra. Her body keying up for a potential union with the mech kissing her so soundly and touching her.
She growls back at him after his ends, allowing the glossa play and joining in with it. Her hands moving where his do upon her, seeing if perhaps squeezing or stroking those spots earn a good response.
The scent of him thickens and mixes with her own as she carefully unfurls her EM field. There is eagerness mixed with joy and the barest bit of trepidation. The last more than likely the fear of her childhood memories coming out even after the months of therapy.
@herbietheautobot "Alright. Hello and Welcome to Cybertron! I am Communications and Information Security Officer Herbie, I've been assigned to be your escort and guide during your time here!~"
A total of twenty seven femmes have exited their crowded shuttle. They all look a little tired from their long trip. The mech that approaches them is noticed as he greets them pleasantly.
Tetra Reris is the tallest of the group, and as their commander she turns gaze toward the smaller mech. "Thank you for the welcome, Herbie." she replies politely, "I am Tetra Reris, commander of the Servabots. We've had a long trip on a crowded shuttle, it would be preferable the escort is kept short for the cycle. My troops and I are rather beat from lack of recharge."
She enjoys the close proximity and contact for what it is as they dance together. "It does." Speedshift agrees as she gives him a kiss on the side of the helm near that audio. Then another little hand squeeze to his aftplate. "Way your engine is going I'm thinking you are enjoying this a lot more than you are letting others know hm?"
===
Alone with a mech in a public park, knowing others are watching is one thing. But now she's alone with a mech alone. No one watching. No one will hear a thing out of this room. She made sure it was sound proof after she moved in. She preferred her privacy in order to talk with anyone that stepped over the threshold.
Electra turns toward Reach as he touches her arm and speaks. She has to dip down just a bit due to the slight height difference. "This." is all she says before she comes in close and reclaims the mechs' lips. Arms shifting so she can place her hands upon him and move them along his back.
Her antics indeed get his engine to rev and even growl some, and Herbie lets out a small laugh.
"You'd be right. If I showed off just how much I was enjoying you, they'd kick us out of here.~"
His hand smooths along her side and gives a small squeeze once reaching her hip. Thumb along that seam where the leg came down.
=============
And that's all the go ahead the Analyst needs, ReachAround eagerly kissing Electra back. Arms wrapping around her and pulling their frames flush with one another. That extra layer of mindfulness gone now that they were in private.
His engine gives a hungry growl, reverberating through his chassis. His lips sliding against hers with as much energy.
Another soft giggle from Speedshift. "Could do it anyway." she suggests softly, having to keep that closeness for him to hear as well as the continue those soft brushes of body parts against one another.
A little shiver as he puts his hand on her hip to squeeze and a thumb trace into a leg seam between the waist and leg. She in turn squeezes his aft plating again and does a slow hip swing into him that has their groins nearly touch.
====
Her arms go around his as well as their lips meet yet again. This time it is more earnest and eager. The growl out of the mech sending a little thrill through her frame as they press against each other as best they can. Her chest certainly is the bulk of the issue as its more angular. But all she has to do is adjust enough so it's more comfortable. Electra returns his growl with her own, a nearly sultry primal utterance from deep within her chest.
A soft growl comes out of him at that as he answers that aft squeeze with another squeeze on her hip. His thumb starting to rub along the seam there as well. Frame heating up all the more as their pelvises skirt around making contact once more.
"I don't know, we might cause a scene.~" He teases, hands landing on her shoulder as he leans in and gives a quick nip to her neck.
=======
The angular bits and details of their frames are of little concern to ReachAround. A little shift there, a bit of give here, and they're essentially flush enough. Every point of contact between them a happy victory.
Electra's answering growl makes a hot coil of arousal go through him, spike stirring behind his plating. His hips give a small flex as his mouth moves against hers, movements hungry for the beautiful femme.
Herbie has her entire focus with that growl combined with the squeeze. Another shiver as his thumb traces along a different seam. She's definitely feeling heated thanks to their activities and the presence of the mech before her.
A soft gasp as he nips her neck, "The way we are acting you think we aren't now?" Speedshift asks with a purr to her tone.
====
Making the bits of their frames mold to one another is part of the thrill and challenge. Somehow they make it work and are close as they can be. Electra relaxes into his hold, melting their mouths together as they hold their kiss. It is more intense now they are alone.
Another growl that sounds a little more like a purr. She's overly warm against him where they contact. There is a scent wafting off her frame. It has been slowly building since they started kissing, but now its noticeable. An alluring aroma indicating her body responding positively to his presence.
He leans back then, smirking at her as he continues the move. Frame almost making contact at various points with hers before moving away once more.
"Oh we probably are, but not enough to be made to leave. Yet.~"
He laughs again
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As soon as he's venting in that scent, his instincts start going into overdrive. Reach letting out growling moan as he introduces his glossa into their kissing, wanting to deepen things. His hands start roaming with more hunger, squeezing and stroking, and his hips move to press more firmly up against hers.
Not moving, yet. But he wants to. He wants her. Scent and field would make this obvious, ReachAround not beating around the bush any longer with his own needs.
Speedshift giggles at his declaration. "Trying to tempt them into doing so my dear sweet mech?" she asks with another close shimmy into the mech's frame.
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The Quintesson influenced breeding response in reproductive femmes certainly has kicked in for Electra. Her body keying up for a potential union with the mech kissing her so soundly and touching her.
She growls back at him after his ends, allowing the glossa play and joining in with it. Her hands moving where his do upon her, seeing if perhaps squeezing or stroking those spots earn a good response.
The scent of him thickens and mixes with her own as she carefully unfurls her EM field. There is eagerness mixed with joy and the barest bit of trepidation. The last more than likely the fear of her childhood memories coming out even after the months of therapy.
"My goddess is clear with me that it is just that." Tetra Reris notes. She turns to head back toward the base proper, hearing the way Optimus begins talking of his enemy. A slow look toward him. "Sounds like you have a history with the mech." she mentions.
She begins walking, thinking over what he said in full. After a full minute she speaks up.
"If what you believe becomes true, that he takes them as a threat due to the show of power with just their war ship, then I fully expect him to reach out. I'll have my comms experts keep tabs on any incoming and outgoing comms from the ship." she assures him. "As for keeping her in the dark, she may not like being snarled at by a mech with such trust issues considering she has shown her own. Two distrustful individual chatting that are wary of the other could end badly."
"Something like that. We were best friends. He had my back, and I had his. In the mines, it was necessary because of how dangerous it was. Anytime I was in trouble, Dee was there to pull me out of it. He's saved my life many times, and I've saved his."
Optimus listens after, nodding in agreement.
"I do not wish to keep her in the dark. If it keeps relations between the Autobots and Trechercons peaceful, I will do what I can to hopefully earn her trust and avoid any sort of conflict or hostility.
Though I will gladly welcome your advice as well, Tetra." He finishes gently.
She listens to what Optimus has to say about his enemy. It honestly doesn't surprise her that once friends somehow were no longer. She is sure there is a full story there.
"Maybe when you are ready you can tell me the full details about you and your ex-friends separation from one another to become enemies." Tetra says, "For now though the focus shall be upon the enemies sitting in a warship. I do not know if Primus speaks with you Optimus, but I would trust at least any Primes before you to guide you if you seek out their counsel." a look over at the mech, "My advice is to tell her she may be contacted by others. I won't tell you what to say to her, that is up for you to decide. Just be careful about it."
"Of course, I wouldn't mind that." Optimus replied back with a nod, "It isn't a particularly long story or anything, it's just... a lot to revisit, that's all." He still held some guilt to this day over what had happened, thinking about how things could have been said or done differently to keep Dee from going down the darker path.
"I can try, though they tend to speak up when they feel like it." He said with a chuckle, "Primus is less than a voice and more like -- ah." Optimus pauses, trying to describe how their maker sounded to him, "More like a feeling, if that makes any sense. Either way, I appreciate your advice. I'm going to hold on to hope that things will go well, so long as no secrets are kept and I am honest with her."
"I understand it will take time to explain. A story involving a bad memory is the hardest to tell. I'm thankful that Scelus could give you all the details of our world history so I didn't have to explain it all as it is a lot to take in at once. It was bad enough telling you what little I did." Tetra Reris states.
She considers his reply about the previous Primes and Primus speaking with him. A thoughtful hum then she speaks up. "My three predecessors tend to allow me to make my own decisions, but they have weighed in if I needed it or they felt something I was struggling over needed context or guidance. Sequista is a feeling, a voice, and sheer power at once. When she decides to show herself, then you will experience all three for yourself." she points out.
A little nod toward the mech, "I suggest telling her once we are back in comms. At least that way we can secure the warning."
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@herbietheautobot "Alright. Hello and Welcome to Cybertron! I am Communications and Information Security Officer Herbie, I've been assigned to be your escort and guide during your time here!~"
A total of twenty seven femmes have exited their crowded shuttle. They all look a little tired from their long trip. The mech that approaches them is noticed as he greets them pleasantly.
Tetra Reris is the tallest of the group, and as their commander she turns gaze toward the smaller mech. "Thank you for the welcome, Herbie." she replies politely, "I am Tetra Reris, commander of the Servabots. We've had a long trip on a crowded shuttle, it would be preferable the escort is kept short for the cycle. My troops and I are rather beat from lack of recharge."
She enjoys the close proximity and contact for what it is as they dance together. "It does." Speedshift agrees as she gives him a kiss on the side of the helm near that audio. Then another little hand squeeze to his aftplate. "Way your engine is going I'm thinking you are enjoying this a lot more than you are letting others know hm?"
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Alone with a mech in a public park, knowing others are watching is one thing. But now she's alone with a mech alone. No one watching. No one will hear a thing out of this room. She made sure it was sound proof after she moved in. She preferred her privacy in order to talk with anyone that stepped over the threshold.
Electra turns toward Reach as he touches her arm and speaks. She has to dip down just a bit due to the slight height difference. "This." is all she says before she comes in close and reclaims the mechs' lips. Arms shifting so she can place her hands upon him and move them along his back.
Her antics indeed get his engine to rev and even growl some, and Herbie lets out a small laugh.
"You'd be right. If I showed off just how much I was enjoying you, they'd kick us out of here.~"
His hand smooths along her side and gives a small squeeze once reaching her hip. Thumb along that seam where the leg came down.
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And that's all the go ahead the Analyst needs, ReachAround eagerly kissing Electra back. Arms wrapping around her and pulling their frames flush with one another. That extra layer of mindfulness gone now that they were in private.
His engine gives a hungry growl, reverberating through his chassis. His lips sliding against hers with as much energy.
Another soft giggle from Speedshift. "Could do it anyway." she suggests softly, having to keep that closeness for him to hear as well as the continue those soft brushes of body parts against one another.
A little shiver as he puts his hand on her hip to squeeze and a thumb trace into a leg seam between the waist and leg. She in turn squeezes his aft plating again and does a slow hip swing into him that has their groins nearly touch.
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Her arms go around his as well as their lips meet yet again. This time it is more earnest and eager. The growl out of the mech sending a little thrill through her frame as they press against each other as best they can. Her chest certainly is the bulk of the issue as its more angular. But all she has to do is adjust enough so it's more comfortable. Electra returns his growl with her own, a nearly sultry primal utterance from deep within her chest.
A soft growl comes out of him at that as he answers that aft squeeze with another squeeze on her hip. His thumb starting to rub along the seam there as well. Frame heating up all the more as their pelvises skirt around making contact once more.
"I don't know, we might cause a scene.~" He teases, hands landing on her shoulder as he leans in and gives a quick nip to her neck.
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The angular bits and details of their frames are of little concern to ReachAround. A little shift there, a bit of give here, and they're essentially flush enough. Every point of contact between them a happy victory.
Electra's answering growl makes a hot coil of arousal go through him, spike stirring behind his plating. His hips give a small flex as his mouth moves against hers, movements hungry for the beautiful femme.
Herbie has her entire focus with that growl combined with the squeeze. Another shiver as his thumb traces along a different seam. She's definitely feeling heated thanks to their activities and the presence of the mech before her.
A soft gasp as he nips her neck, "The way we are acting you think we aren't now?" Speedshift asks with a purr to her tone.
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Making the bits of their frames mold to one another is part of the thrill and challenge. Somehow they make it work and are close as they can be. Electra relaxes into his hold, melting their mouths together as they hold their kiss. It is more intense now they are alone.
Another growl that sounds a little more like a purr. She's overly warm against him where they contact. There is a scent wafting off her frame. It has been slowly building since they started kissing, but now its noticeable. An alluring aroma indicating her body responding positively to his presence.
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The Eradicon was positively buzzing with energy. This would be the first time leaving Mechanadron since he arrived with all of his brothers.
He really enjoyed his freedom on the planet, and the planet had a lot to offer for a bot looking to start their life (bonus points if one was a mech). His clone brothers were having the time of their lives on the planet.
What had him ecstatic was knowing he and Lodestar had a date, one long planned in their books. Back then, it seemed like it was forever off, but as it became nearly a week away, suddenly the moment was here!
He didn't have much to pack--a habit of being a mech on the run all the time, and being involved in a war where your next day was never promised. One didn't accumulate much, especially something that would need to be packed.
His main concerns were looking his best before meeting up with Lodestar, and packing things to maintain his frame while he was away.
They were headed to a planet whose moon was a resort. It had bio-tech life and plenty to see and do. It had good food, oil baths, service bots, and (he had heard) that this moon had the most beautiful sunsets every evening.
A perfect romantic getaway.
Allen arrived at Lodestar's place with a bright smile on his revealed faceplate. (His mask could stay at home for the trip). He was early, but he wanted to make sure they had plenty of time to reach the off-world shuttle.
"Sounds lovely, my dear." he looks up at her and squeezes her hand. The two can finally check in, and checking in was easy. Now they could see their room!
Allen heard they had wonderful views and large windows to see the luxurious views. Allen couldn't wait to see.
They were so high up, and the view of the waterfalls across from their room just made Allen stare in awe. He walked up to the window and just looked, optics fully open and scanning the view.
There was a large glass door that led to a balcony, and neighboring their room was another waterfall, its mist filling the air.
Allen brimmed with excitement, his wings flicking madly as he opened the door and looked back at Lodestar. He held out her hand for her to take so they could go out to the balcony together. He hummed in excitement. "It's so beautiful!!!"
Walking hand in hand with Allen, she takes in the construction around them both. One that give inspiration she takes memory stills of to show the other construction femmes later. The archways, towers, domes, and all the intricate facades memorized.
Checking in its a easy enough walk to their room. Of course Lodestar made sure they had a balcony and a view. Something she thought Allen would appreciate most since he could take off and land on the balcony if he wanted to do so.Stepping on said balcony she takes in the view for awhile before looking over at Allen. Observing every flick as he looks at how deep the gorge is below. The sound of the waterfalls is audible. The mist off them shrouding the ground below.
"It is indeed. I'm glad we came here. I bet you want to take a little flight around and I'd not blame you one bit." Lodestar notes.
He hadn't initially thought about leaving Lodestar for a flight off the balcony. But now that she mentioned it, he felt the biggest urge to do it.
"You wouldn't mind?" he asks, looking back at her, meeting her optics with his. He wouldn't be long. Just enough to catch the view, and then he'd return.
"That's a great idea, Star," he said, lifting himself to the tips of his pedes to place a kiss on Lodestar's cheek. "I'll be right back, promise!" he smiled at her and then moved where he had enough room to transform, and did so!
He jumped off the railing to the balcony and dove beside the waterfall, transforming and rolling into the mist until he was close to the bottom. He pulled up from there, but stayed low enough to enjoy the nature below. The flora was extra green and glistening with water. The air was fresh, and the temperature was perfect. Being on this Spa-planet filled his spark with an odd sense of comfort that almost felt like home. The home his processor couldn't reach, the home before the war, before he was a Drone. The real him's home. It was a fleeting feeling, and it was gone almost instantly. But he tasted it. It hit him with nostalgia. It was such an odd feeling.
He made sure to do a couple of neat tricks for Lodestar before returning and transforming just above the balcony to land on his pedes. "Lodestar! I'm so glad we came here!"
A soft chuckle and shake of her head to his question. "Of course I don't mind. Fliers need to fly, so why not do so while we are here. I do enjoy watching you have fun." Lodestar states. She smiles to the cheek kiss and nods, "I will hold you to that Allen." she says.
The construction femme watches him transform then take off, dripping down towards the waterfalls. She stands near the railing to see him move through the misty area and do a couple tricks. She makes sure to be out of his way as she spots him returning. Once he has transformed and landed, she speaks up.
"I am too Allen. How about we go find that spa location and see if we can book one for tomorrow."
Lodestar made sure Allen had time to fully recooperate from his ordeal before she comms him up and asks him to meet her outside a building some blocks away from what is called rebuild headquarters. Thusly named because they have spent the past 10 years rebuilding and reviving their world for safe reoccupation.
The location she has chosen is a newly opened bar with both recorded and live music. Tonight, it is live music, and the dance floor is open for business. She waits outside for the mech to arrive, she's as clean as can be and shiny to boot. Plus, she made it a point to do some UV light pinstriping on her frame that will show up in the blacklights in the bar.
Allen's EM glows with the pride of giving his love an overload of his talents. He loves to get his partners off with his glossa.
He places a kiss on her valve, and then runs a kiss up her torso, lining himself up with her as he releases his spike, letting it knock into her mesh lips. He's hard already.
He kisses her chest as he takes hold of his spike and helps guide it inside Lodestar's welcoming valve. Once he's in, he moans. She's warm, she's wet, and it makes him feel like he belongs.
He draws back and looks down as he enters her again and again. There was something so attractive about watching himself go inside her and feeling her at the same time.
Allen rests his servos on either side of Lodestar's chest on the berth and kisses her chest more, leaving his lips on her as he pounds her valve rhythmically.
She hums softly in contentment as the overload slowly ebbs away. A smile as Allen kisses his way from her valve up her torso to her chest. A moan as he slips into her easily and begins to thrust. Lodestar notices him watching his spike take her valve and smirks a little. Such a naughty mech. But then he's back to kisses her as he rocks into her.
A soft growl emanates from her chest, said growl entering her vocals slightly, "You sure know how to... oh yes… treat a femme."
Her pleasure is coiling up once more as she shifts a little to gain just a fraction more angle and groans at the result. That's just about right where he is now and she relaxes on the berth. Hands coming up to rest upon his shoulder.
Shell Shock nods and follows her in root mode, flying behind her until they reach the destination that is intended. If she lost sight of her, she would listen for her engine sound to track her down. She certainly had practice with it in the past tracking exuberant younglings about. A soft hum as she looks the course over in the forest.
"This will work. Go on then Twitch, show me what you got." she says with a smile.
" Okay!" with the okay given Twitch quickly transformed and began to zoom along the obstacles, she had quite a couple of close calls. Nearly bumping into some tree's during narrow turns or nearly crashing into the ground if she went to fast.
By the time she finished the course she quickly transformed and landed in front of Shell Shock " H-how was that?" she asked clearly exhausted from flying around.
The veteran watches on quietly, studying every move and observing the speed of the youngling. Once she returns and transforms before her the elder femme smiles and replies to her question.
"I have raised many little ones Twitch, you have a good start on flying without instruction. However, I would like to see you do the course again. This time focus on control over speed. Slow down one fourth the speed you were going. If you can do the course without nearly hitting something then try again just a bit faster. Eventually you'll find where your loss of control versus speed is and can work on it from there."
"My goddess is clear with me that it is just that." Tetra Reris notes. She turns to head back toward the base proper, hearing the way Optimus begins talking of his enemy. A slow look toward him. "Sounds like you have a history with the mech." she mentions.
She begins walking, thinking over what he said in full. After a full minute she speaks up.
"If what you believe becomes true, that he takes them as a threat due to the show of power with just their war ship, then I fully expect him to reach out. I'll have my comms experts keep tabs on any incoming and outgoing comms from the ship." she assures him. "As for keeping her in the dark, she may not like being snarled at by a mech with such trust issues considering she has shown her own. Two distrustful individual chatting that are wary of the other could end badly."
"Something like that. We were best friends. He had my back, and I had his. In the mines, it was necessary because of how dangerous it was. Anytime I was in trouble, Dee was there to pull me out of it. He's saved my life many times, and I've saved his."
Optimus listens after, nodding in agreement.
"I do not wish to keep her in the dark. If it keeps relations between the Autobots and Trechercons peaceful, I will do what I can to hopefully earn her trust and avoid any sort of conflict or hostility.
Though I will gladly welcome your advice as well, Tetra." He finishes gently.
She listens to what Optimus has to say about his enemy. It honestly doesn't surprise her that once friends somehow were no longer. She is sure there is a full story there.
"Maybe when you are ready you can tell me the full details about you and your ex-friends separation from one another to become enemies." Tetra says, "For now though the focus shall be upon the enemies sitting in a warship. I do not know if Primus speaks with you Optimus, but I would trust at least any Primes before you to guide you if you seek out their counsel." a look over at the mech, "My advice is to tell her she may be contacted by others. I won't tell you what to say to her, that is up for you to decide. Just be careful about it."
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He can't help but tease her, maybe just a slight tease. Optimus was in a bit of a playful mood and had caught her staring at him on numerous occasions.
"Did you like what you saw, Tetra?" He teases with a grin. "It's alright, you aren't the first to check me out."
A little nod back to his apology back to her. "I'm used to my troops doing that to me now and again. I just didn't expect it from you." Tetra mentions.
A little shake of her head, "You had a right to tease me a bit this time. I have thicker armor than most think I do." Tetra states. "I admit I was looking, and I apologize if it bothers you.."
He can't help but tease her, maybe just a slight tease. Optimus was in a bit of a playful mood and had caught her staring at him on numerous occasions.
"Did you like what you saw, Tetra?" He teases with a grin. "It's alright, you aren't the first to check me out."
A little nod back to his apology back to her. "I'm used to my troops doing that to me now and again. I just didn't expect it from you." Tetra mentions.
He can't help but tease her, maybe just a slight tease. Optimus was in a bit of a playful mood and had caught her staring at him on numerous occasions.
"Did you like what you saw, Tetra?" He teases with a grin. "It's alright, you aren't the first to check me out."
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Optimus has caught her staring, and while he doesn't want to make the assumption that Tetra was looking at his backside, he finds it flattering and can't help but bite back a small smile.
Lodestar made sure Allen had time to fully recooperate from his ordeal before she comms him up and asks him to meet her outside a building some blocks away from what is called rebuild headquarters. Thusly named because they have spent the past 10 years rebuilding and reviving their world for safe reoccupation.
The location she has chosen is a newly opened bar with both recorded and live music. Tonight, it is live music, and the dance floor is open for business. She waits outside for the mech to arrive, she's as clean as can be and shiny to boot. Plus, she made it a point to do some UV light pinstriping on her frame that will show up in the blacklights in the bar.
"I don't know if you're gonna want to go back to work when I'm done~" he purred.
There was a shudder from him when Lodestar reached for his paneling, but with what he had in mind, that would have to wait.
Allen climbed over Lodestar and found himself between her legs. He assisted her in moving them up, bending her legs, and spreading them. Then he got really close to her valve, his vents blowing warm air onto her mesh lips. Her lips to his, he kissed her valve. And then he parted her valve mesh with his glossa. He searched for her outer node with his glossa and then sucked on it, every once in a while spreading her lips with his glossa, licking her from her entrance to her node.
He brought his digits up and placed two inside as he made work of her node with his intake. The Eradicon then glanced up with his orange optics to meet hers, curious to see her face as he made a mess of her.
"Oh is that so Allen?" Lodestar asks in a challenging sort of tone, "You better work extra hard to make that a reality mech."
She watches him slide into place and allows him to move her legs where he wants, not at all fighting him. She's curious exactly what he'll do. She's pleasantly surprised when he goes down to her valve and starts to attend to it. The suck of her node drawing a growling moan from the femme. He is rewarded for his effort as her valve lubricates enough to give him plenty to lick.
"Mmm a good start lover." she tells him, meeting his gaze as her expression alters as he treats her to a wonderful wake up.
Allen moaned into her exterior node as he licked it. He used the tip of his glossa to poke around it and shovel it back into his mouth to suck on. He brought it in his intake and sucked hard, humming and vibrating her while his digits slowly pumped up inside of her. He could feel her becoming wetter and wetter by the moment, which only made him more eager to keep at her valve.
His wings lifted just a bit as he brought his whole helm between her legs. He stopped sucking for a minute to lay his glossa flat on her node and pressed into it deeply. The steamy breath from his intake blew over her node as he rolled his helm to give her a circular motion on her node.
The Eradicon's digits went in further and pressed into her interior ceiling node, and he rubbed it, drawing his digits out and pumping them right back in.
When her node gets sucked upon she moans out lowly but it quickly builds into louder as Allen hums the vibrates it. Her valve lining flexes against this pumping fingers. More lubricant coats them and drips out onto the berth she is prone upon.
Instinctively she shifts into his ministrations, somehow countering his head rolls just right so he's not hitting her thighs. A shaky invent as he blows over her node and a gasp as somehow he reaches so deep with his fingers he touches her ceiling.
"Frag mech you are so good at that." Lodestar manages to growl out.
After some more pumps and node stimulation she overloads with a shout of the mechs' name. Valve squeezing his fingers and lubricant flows out of her as she trembles from the sensation that burns through her frame.
"Mmm, I think I'm ready for that spike of yours lover." she notes lowly.
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The Eradicon was positively buzzing with energy. This would be the first time leaving Mechanadron since he arrived with all of his brothers.
He really enjoyed his freedom on the planet, and the planet had a lot to offer for a bot looking to start their life (bonus points if one was a mech). His clone brothers were having the time of their lives on the planet.
What had him ecstatic was knowing he and Lodestar had a date, one long planned in their books. Back then, it seemed like it was forever off, but as it became nearly a week away, suddenly the moment was here!
He didn't have much to pack--a habit of being a mech on the run all the time, and being involved in a war where your next day was never promised. One didn't accumulate much, especially something that would need to be packed.
His main concerns were looking his best before meeting up with Lodestar, and packing things to maintain his frame while he was away.
They were headed to a planet whose moon was a resort. It had bio-tech life and plenty to see and do. It had good food, oil baths, service bots, and (he had heard) that this moon had the most beautiful sunsets every evening.
A perfect romantic getaway.
Allen arrived at Lodestar's place with a bright smile on his revealed faceplate. (His mask could stay at home for the trip). He was early, but he wanted to make sure they had plenty of time to reach the off-world shuttle.
"Sounds lovely, my dear." he looks up at her and squeezes her hand. The two can finally check in, and checking in was easy. Now they could see their room!
Allen heard they had wonderful views and large windows to see the luxurious views. Allen couldn't wait to see.
They were so high up, and the view of the waterfalls across from their room just made Allen stare in awe. He walked up to the window and just looked, optics fully open and scanning the view.
There was a large glass door that led to a balcony, and neighboring their room was another waterfall, its mist filling the air.
Allen brimmed with excitement, his wings flicking madly as he opened the door and looked back at Lodestar. He held out her hand for her to take so they could go out to the balcony together. He hummed in excitement. "It's so beautiful!!!"
Walking hand in hand with Allen, she takes in the construction around them both. One that give inspiration she takes memory stills of to show the other construction femmes later. The archways, towers, domes, and all the intricate facades memorized.
Checking in its a easy enough walk to their room. Of course Lodestar made sure they had a balcony and a view. Something she thought Allen would appreciate most since he could take off and land on the balcony if he wanted to do so.Stepping on said balcony she takes in the view for awhile before looking over at Allen. Observing every flick as he looks at how deep the gorge is below. The sound of the waterfalls is audible. The mist off them shrouding the ground below.
"It is indeed. I'm glad we came here. I bet you want to take a little flight around and I'd not blame you one bit." Lodestar notes.
Metro had been sitting in the ships meeting room for what felt like hours as Magnus and Rodimus bickered about how to approach the new world they had to land on. After about 20 klicks he had had enough.
"I'm.. going for a walk" he waved to the two mechs still yelling at each other slipping away unnoticed. "Primus give me strength" He groaned taking out his sketchbook from his subspace, heading further into the wooded area around the ship.
Finding a nice clearing he sat on the ground getting to work on a sketch of Rodimus. So engrossed in his project the world around him seemed to dull into background noise.
The goddess had been insistant to the point she had no choice but to leave her home world and bring her troops with her. She didn't like leaving the Trechercons to run rampant, but to leave her troops without her guidance as there leader would not fly either.
They crowded into the most dependable shuttle they had with some energon and headed to where the goddess insisted they head. It had taken day cycles to arrive upon the world. They opted to land on the world to keep some fuel reserves in their shuttle. The three individuals able to language decipher are listening in to any comm traffic from the ship to build a language base. Afterward they could contact the other ship and find out if the mech they are looking for is upon it. Until then Tetra Reris has gone exploring with her mentor at her side. Other groups were looking for any energon or useful sources for conversion into energon.
The duo of Tetra and her mentor come upon a lone mech with his focus completely upon a sketchbook as he's working his chosen medium onto the paper. They stop to observe and speak to each other quietly in their native language that sounds a lot like a ancient Cybertronian one with some key differences in phrasing and accenting.
Tetra Reris offers a greeting in that same language to see if she can gain the mech's attention. She stands 37 feet tall, mostly teal hued armor except her lower legs which are dark blue. Her hands are the same shade of blue. Her upper legs and face are a dark orange. Her optics are light green as is the plexiglass of her alt modes windshield. There is a noticeable red oval upon her oval shaped head crest.
The femme next to her stands 33 feet tall with indigo blue armor. She has a light blue face with yellow optics, light blue upper legs and lower arms. She looks to be quite a bit older than her younger counterpart.
He was very focused on his project and did not even hear the approach of these strangers but at the greeting he jumped up stumbling backward dropping his sketchbook when he tumbles over a rather easily avoidable rock "Owww t-that hurt" He groans getting up. "I..your...language is different from what I'm used to I.. i'm s-sorry" He held up his servos showing he was unarmed. "um..uh"
What did sarge say about new encounters. primus above common. "Oh right" he paused taking a quick intake "Bah-weep-Graaaaagnah wheep ni ni bong" He said slowly. A universal greeting Sargent Kup had taught him about. supposedly meant peace and friendship. Hopefully this would go well if not he was quite a ways away from the rest of the crew.
The two femmes exchange a look with one another as the mech stands and stumbles back. A little nod from Tetra toward her mentor. The elder femme steps forward with her hands up with palms facing toward him to show she intends no harm to him. She says something to him as she comes close enough to allow her EM field to reach out. The feel of it is like a concerned carrier checking on her grown child.
The universal greeting earns Metro a little head cock to the right. Even as isolated as their race has been for generations even they knew those words. She smiles and returns the greeting, then looks back toward Tetra a moment to say something to the younger femme.
Meanwhile the translation crew has a somewhat workable framework for translating their language to the Cybertronian. It's going to take time though.
Tetra crouches down to snag a stick and begins to draw something in the dirt. Eventually she finishes it and stands up, indicating toward it and saying something that sounds like a question. Drawn in the dirt is a picture looks a lot like a matrix, handles and all.
Metro looks at the picture for a moment. "Oh the matrix." He says excitedly moving to the sketchbook he had dropped. "My spark mate h-has it actually, this mech" he points happily to the picture he had been sketching of Rodimus Prime.
He looks to them. "You must need help then if y-your looking for the matrix. I bet he would be more then willing. H-He loves being a hero after all" he said with a fond look in his optics. "he...might also have a hard time understanding you like I did" He said looking just a little worried.
The older femme watches and listens to how Metro is speaking about a mech he drew in his sketch pad then says something to her younger companion who looks surprised a few moments.
Tetra shifts her attention back to Metro once he finishes and gives him a nod, says something briefly, then draws out something else. Two rudimentary heads facing each other with mouths open as if talking. Then a few different symbols to represent time. Showing the indication they are working on translating at the moment. Then she does offers the stick to the elder femme to hold. She says something with the most serious tone and face. Her upper chest section shifts, including the 'glass' within it and another piece rises up to expose that she too possesses a Matrix.
The elder femme shakes her head at the younger femme and points at the drawn matrix then indicates Tetra with her free hand. She then points to the drawn matrix then at the drawing of Rodimus. She then drops the stick to bring her two hands together, clasping them. (see image). She says something in a friendly tone. While this is going on Tetra is closing herself back up.
Metro watched them for a short moment before it clicks. "Ohh you w-would like to meet him of course." He moves to put his sketchpad away. "I can take you to the ship, it's not too far from here" he motions at the path he had taken to get here.
He blinks for a moment. "But I... do you think you'll" He motions to the time symbol. "Will you be able to talk with him by then. He...Hes not very well versed in different languages" He says servos fidgeting with his servos.
"I'm sorry I can't be of more help" He says voice edged with a quiet sadness. He wanted so badly to help but was still a little wary of these two. He waited for and answer patiently knowing it would more than likely needed to be communicated in the form of a drawing again or servo motions.
The two femmes pay attention to ever gesture Metro makes and listens to what he is saying. What framework of language they have is constantly being updated by the trio back on their own ship.
Tetra stoops to pick up the stick that was dropped, she uses it to point to the time symbol, then with the stick she scratches out nearly half of it, then she gestures toward her lips. The stick is dropped again.
Perhaps an indication that they are close to half way done with being able to actually understand what is being said to them and in turn can reply accordingly.
She'll point to Metro then to herself and her femme companion. She raises a hand up, making the palm flat and upturned then using her free hand she makes a walking motion with her index and middle fingers across the palm. She parts her hands briefly and repeats what the other femme had done, the clasping hands then releases them.
Another clear point to the matrix drawing, then a gesture back to herself right in the middle of her chest. Through the light green tinted plexiglass of said chest there is a definitive glow that unmistakably that of a matrix.
The young mech nods. "Alright then I can take you to meet with him. Fair warning tho he was arguing about tactics when I left and probably still will be when we get there" He says with a light chukle.
He motions with a bow. "If you two could please follow me this way I would be more then happy to escort you both to meet the leader of our ship" He was clearly excited to be given such an important role in helping two important bots meet. He tries to get through to the ships communication but it seems no one is picking up.
"I swear if those two are still at it i'm going to lose my processor" He sighs slightly moving to walk next to both of you. "I can't get a hold of them so I may need to let them know last minute you two are friendly" He rubs the back of his helm. "The only one who might give us trouble is whirl but he might also not care at all he's a strange mech"
The two femmes listen attentively, gathering more words on top of what their comm experts are already putting together and interpreting as they go. At his bow Tetra offers a little nod to him. A little gesture toward the empty forward, a way to indicate 'lead the way' without having to say such.
Forge takes a moment to 'erase' the drawings in the dirt by dragging her feet over the spot. Then she returns to the side of the younger femme. The two ready to follow the mech wherever he may be leading them.
