Howlback of Stanix

"I don't want that thing near my bitties. And his bitties and my bitties think we all live in the same house that just happens to be connected by a tiny bit of outdoors. They run in and out all the time and sometimes I have to do headcounts. Or ask Wave to do mindcounts." She thinks for a moment, then huffs. "Give it to Tara. It might have escaped from their lab in the first place. Only Tara wants slag like that. But make sure Tara knows, from me, that they can't bring it with them to come visit Prowl, and also to keep it the fuck away from Ostaros."

"How's Prowl and the bitties doing?" He adds.

After a moment, she laughs. "I kept telling them that is Viridian's tree and they need to get used to not being on it during the time when the tree was off limits. Cybertronian trees are tough, but when they're grown their combined form is going to be at least as big as this house."

A pause, helm fins flickering an off colour grey green. "And I remember the dragonets a bit. I think. Probably. Shockwave didn't spec and build all of them all by himself."

"What Shockwave did was very much against Decepticon law. They didn't shoot you or anyone else who had to work for him because it wasn't your choice to do newspark experiments. But I wouldn't go reminding people that you were involved. I would rather not get complaints and have to arrest you, even though I know you would get a fair trial that would take that into consideration."

A cycled vent, rubbing at his mask. "Glad ya got me and the little ones out of there. You and the Seeker teams you organized." He offers. "... I ever say thanks? Cause... Thanks."

Howlback offers him a hug, though of course she's much smaller than he is. She likes Wheeljack. Sometimes he's a certified idiot, but Vortex and Dead End are among her closest friends, too.

Another pause. "And I get when ta keep my intake shut, promise."

His gaze follows the little ones. "Don't think there's ever been a gestalt of fliers before. They're pretty unique."

"You and Shockwave did good work, too, I guess...at least in this case." She's smiling because she means it.

She sighs. "Primus knows we've all been through 83 million shades of Hell...and we've all done terrible things. But here we are on Cybertron, and there are gardens and newsparks and schools that are open to all...there are people out there I can't forgive, but you're not one of them, and I know that if not for even the ones that I can't, we might not be here now."

A brief pause. "You probably noticed I stuck around, even after the medics patched me up."

She sighs. "Megatron had lost his mind and Starscream and Soundwave did what they had to do. But no matter what Megatron did on organic planets, he wasn't going to reinstitute the theocracy. Actually, the big problem with Megatron was that all he knew how to do was fight, not govern."

He wishes he had highgradebon hand. But Ratchet said that was the last thing his systems needed.

She shakes her head. "From a Decepticon point of view, the war was very much his fault. If everyone who had been opposing the Senate had been able to stay united this world would look very different today."

"I know you Cons were all about dismantling the caste system, but.... Wasn't the Emperor some kinda noble before all this?"

Howlback shrugs. "Soundwave's older brother was a Senator, before they replaced his head and his hands and sucked all the emotions out of his brain. The caste system was cruel to people at every level of society, only in differing ways."

His helm fins flicker, yellow then blue. "Just... Guess I do get why some nobles went Con, if they couldn't do what they wanted otherwise."

She swallows. "Well, and also I was mad about Prowl. But I also kind of expected that because Tumbler couldn't have fucked up his head anymore if he'd skull-spiked him. Anyhow. Ratchet is lucky that Deadlock is still madly in love with him."

"I don't want that thing near my bitties. And his bitties and my bitties think we all live in the same house that just happens to be connected by a tiny bit of outdoors. They run in and out all the time and sometimes I have to do headcounts. Or ask Wave to do mindcounts." She thinks for a moment, then huffs. "Give it to Tara. It might have escaped from their lab in the first place. Only Tara wants slag like that. But make sure Tara knows, from me, that they can't bring it with them to come visit Prowl, and also to keep it the fuck away from Ostaros."

"How's Prowl and the bitties doing?" He adds.

After a moment, she laughs. "I kept telling them that is Viridian's tree and they need to get used to not being on it during the time when the tree was off limits. Cybertronian trees are tough, but when they're grown their combined form is going to be at least as big as this house."

A pause, helm fins flickering an off colour grey green. "And I remember the dragonets a bit. I think. Probably. Shockwave didn't spec and build all of them all by himself."

"What Shockwave did was very much against Decepticon law. They didn't shoot you or anyone else who had to work for him because it wasn't your choice to do newspark experiments. But I wouldn't go reminding people that you were involved. I would rather not get complaints and have to arrest you, even though I know you would get a fair trial that would take that into consideration."

A cycled vent, rubbing at his mask. "Glad ya got me and the little ones out of there. You and the Seeker teams you organized." He offers. "... I ever say thanks? Cause... Thanks."

Howlback offers him a hug, though of course she's much smaller than he is. She likes Wheeljack. Sometimes he's a certified idiot, but Vortex and Dead End are among her closest friends, too.

Another pause. "And I get when ta keep my intake shut, promise."

His gaze follows the little ones. "Don't think there's ever been a gestalt of fliers before. They're pretty unique."

"You and Shockwave did good work, too, I guess...at least in this case." She's smiling because she means it.

She sighs. "Primus knows we've all been through 83 million shades of Hell...and we've all done terrible things. But here we are on Cybertron, and there are gardens and newsparks and schools that are open to all...there are people out there I can't forgive, but you're not one of them, and I know that if not for even the ones that I can't, we might not be here now."

A brief pause. "You probably noticed I stuck around, even after the medics patched me up."

She sighs. "Megatron had lost his mind and Starscream and Soundwave did what they had to do. But no matter what Megatron did on organic planets, he wasn't going to reinstitute the theocracy. Actually, the big problem with Megatron was that all he knew how to do was fight, not govern."

He wishes he had highgradebon hand. But Ratchet said that was the last thing his systems needed.

She shakes her head. "From a Decepticon point of view, the war was very much his fault. If everyone who had been opposing the Senate had been able to stay united this world would look very different today."

"I know you Cons were all about dismantling the caste system, but.... Wasn't the Emperor some kinda noble before all this?"

Howlback shrugs. "Soundwave's older brother was a Senator, before they replaced his head and his hands and sucked all the emotions out of his brain. The caste system was cruel to people at every level of society, only in differing ways."

His helm fins flicker, yellow then blue. "Just... Guess I do get why some nobles went Con, if they couldn't do what they wanted otherwise."

She swallows. "Well, and also I was mad about Prowl. But I also kind of expected that because Tumbler couldn't have fucked up his head anymore if he'd skull-spiked him. Anyhow. Ratchet is lucky that Deadlock is still madly in love with him."

"I don't want that thing near my bitties. And his bitties and my bitties think we all live in the same house that just happens to be connected by a tiny bit of outdoors. They run in and out all the time and sometimes I have to do headcounts. Or ask Wave to do mindcounts." She thinks for a moment, then huffs. "Give it to Tara. It might have escaped from their lab in the first place. Only Tara wants slag like that. But make sure Tara knows, from me, that they can't bring it with them to come visit Prowl, and also to keep it the fuck away from Ostaros."

"How's Prowl and the bitties doing?" He adds.

After a moment, she laughs. "I kept telling them that is Viridian's tree and they need to get used to not being on it during the time when the tree was off limits. Cybertronian trees are tough, but when they're grown their combined form is going to be at least as big as this house."

A pause, helm fins flickering an off colour grey green. "And I remember the dragonets a bit. I think. Probably. Shockwave didn't spec and build all of them all by himself."

"What Shockwave did was very much against Decepticon law. They didn't shoot you or anyone else who had to work for him because it wasn't your choice to do newspark experiments. But I wouldn't go reminding people that you were involved. I would rather not get complaints and have to arrest you, even though I know you would get a fair trial that would take that into consideration."

A cycled vent, rubbing at his mask. "Glad ya got me and the little ones out of there. You and the Seeker teams you organized." He offers. "... I ever say thanks? Cause... Thanks."

Howlback offers him a hug, though of course she's much smaller than he is. She likes Wheeljack. Sometimes he's a certified idiot, but Vortex and Dead End are among her closest friends, too.

Another pause. "And I get when ta keep my intake shut, promise."

His gaze follows the little ones. "Don't think there's ever been a gestalt of fliers before. They're pretty unique."

"You and Shockwave did good work, too, I guess...at least in this case." She's smiling because she means it.

She sighs. "Primus knows we've all been through 83 million shades of Hell...and we've all done terrible things. But here we are on Cybertron, and there are gardens and newsparks and schools that are open to all...there are people out there I can't forgive, but you're not one of them, and I know that if not for even the ones that I can't, we might not be here now."

A brief pause. "You probably noticed I stuck around, even after the medics patched me up."

She sighs. "Megatron had lost his mind and Starscream and Soundwave did what they had to do. But no matter what Megatron did on organic planets, he wasn't going to reinstitute the theocracy. Actually, the big problem with Megatron was that all he knew how to do was fight, not govern."

He wishes he had highgradebon hand. But Ratchet said that was the last thing his systems needed.

She shakes her head. "From a Decepticon point of view, the war was very much his fault. If everyone who had been opposing the Senate had been able to stay united this world would look very different today."

"I know you Cons were all about dismantling the caste system, but.... Wasn't the Emperor some kinda noble before all this?"

Howlback shrugs. "Soundwave's older brother was a Senator, before they replaced his head and his hands and sucked all the emotions out of his brain. The caste system was cruel to people at every level of society, only in differing ways."

"I don't want that thing near my bitties. And his bitties and my bitties think we all live in the same house that just happens to be connected by a tiny bit of outdoors. They run in and out all the time and sometimes I have to do headcounts. Or ask Wave to do mindcounts." She thinks for a moment, then huffs. "Give it to Tara. It might have escaped from their lab in the first place. Only Tara wants slag like that. But make sure Tara knows, from me, that they can't bring it with them to come visit Prowl, and also to keep it the fuck away from Ostaros."

"How's Prowl and the bitties doing?" He adds.

After a moment, she laughs. "I kept telling them that is Viridian's tree and they need to get used to not being on it during the time when the tree was off limits. Cybertronian trees are tough, but when they're grown their combined form is going to be at least as big as this house."

A pause, helm fins flickering an off colour grey green. "And I remember the dragonets a bit. I think. Probably. Shockwave didn't spec and build all of them all by himself."

"What Shockwave did was very much against Decepticon law. They didn't shoot you or anyone else who had to work for him because it wasn't your choice to do newspark experiments. But I wouldn't go reminding people that you were involved. I would rather not get complaints and have to arrest you, even though I know you would get a fair trial that would take that into consideration."

A cycled vent, rubbing at his mask. "Glad ya got me and the little ones out of there. You and the Seeker teams you organized." He offers. "... I ever say thanks? Cause... Thanks."

Howlback offers him a hug, though of course she's much smaller than he is. She likes Wheeljack. Sometimes he's a certified idiot, but Vortex and Dead End are among her closest friends, too.

Another pause. "And I get when ta keep my intake shut, promise."

His gaze follows the little ones. "Don't think there's ever been a gestalt of fliers before. They're pretty unique."

"You and Shockwave did good work, too, I guess...at least in this case." She's smiling because she means it.

She sighs. "Primus knows we've all been through 83 million shades of Hell...and we've all done terrible things. But here we are on Cybertron, and there are gardens and newsparks and schools that are open to all...there are people out there I can't forgive, but you're not one of them, and I know that if not for even the ones that I can't, we might not be here now."

A brief pause. "You probably noticed I stuck around, even after the medics patched me up."

She sighs. "Megatron had lost his mind and Starscream and Soundwave did what they had to do. But no matter what Megatron did on organic planets, he wasn't going to reinstitute the theocracy. Actually, the big problem with Megatron was that all he knew how to do was fight, not govern."

He wishes he had highgradebon hand. But Ratchet said that was the last thing his systems needed.

She shakes her head. "From a Decepticon point of view, the war was very much his fault. If everyone who had been opposing the Senate had been able to stay united this world would look very different today."

"I don't want that thing near my bitties. And his bitties and my bitties think we all live in the same house that just happens to be connected by a tiny bit of outdoors. They run in and out all the time and sometimes I have to do headcounts. Or ask Wave to do mindcounts." She thinks for a moment, then huffs. "Give it to Tara. It might have escaped from their lab in the first place. Only Tara wants slag like that. But make sure Tara knows, from me, that they can't bring it with them to come visit Prowl, and also to keep it the fuck away from Ostaros."

"How's Prowl and the bitties doing?" He adds.

After a moment, she laughs. "I kept telling them that is Viridian's tree and they need to get used to not being on it during the time when the tree was off limits. Cybertronian trees are tough, but when they're grown their combined form is going to be at least as big as this house."

A pause, helm fins flickering an off colour grey green. "And I remember the dragonets a bit. I think. Probably. Shockwave didn't spec and build all of them all by himself."

"What Shockwave did was very much against Decepticon law. They didn't shoot you or anyone else who had to work for him because it wasn't your choice to do newspark experiments. But I wouldn't go reminding people that you were involved. I would rather not get complaints and have to arrest you, even though I know you would get a fair trial that would take that into consideration."

A cycled vent, rubbing at his mask. "Glad ya got me and the little ones out of there. You and the Seeker teams you organized." He offers. "... I ever say thanks? Cause... Thanks."

Howlback offers him a hug, though of course she's much smaller than he is. She likes Wheeljack. Sometimes he's a certified idiot, but Vortex and Dead End are among her closest friends, too.

Another pause. "And I get when ta keep my intake shut, promise."

His gaze follows the little ones. "Don't think there's ever been a gestalt of fliers before. They're pretty unique."

"You and Shockwave did good work, too, I guess...at least in this case." She's smiling because she means it.

She sighs. "Primus knows we've all been through 83 million shades of Hell...and we've all done terrible things. But here we are on Cybertron, and there are gardens and newsparks and schools that are open to all...there are people out there I can't forgive, but you're not one of them, and I know that if not for even the ones that I can't, we might not be here now."

A brief pause. "You probably noticed I stuck around, even after the medics patched me up."

She sighs. "Megatron had lost his mind and Starscream and Soundwave did what they had to do. But no matter what Megatron did on organic planets, he wasn't going to reinstitute the theocracy. Actually, the big problem with Megatron was that all he knew how to do was fight, not govern."

"I don't want that thing near my bitties. And his bitties and my bitties think we all live in the same house that just happens to be connected by a tiny bit of outdoors. They run in and out all the time and sometimes I have to do headcounts. Or ask Wave to do mindcounts." She thinks for a moment, then huffs. "Give it to Tara. It might have escaped from their lab in the first place. Only Tara wants slag like that. But make sure Tara knows, from me, that they can't bring it with them to come visit Prowl, and also to keep it the fuck away from Ostaros."

"How's Prowl and the bitties doing?" He adds.

After a moment, she laughs. "I kept telling them that is Viridian's tree and they need to get used to not being on it during the time when the tree was off limits. Cybertronian trees are tough, but when they're grown their combined form is going to be at least as big as this house."

A pause, helm fins flickering an off colour grey green. "And I remember the dragonets a bit. I think. Probably. Shockwave didn't spec and build all of them all by himself."

"What Shockwave did was very much against Decepticon law. They didn't shoot you or anyone else who had to work for him because it wasn't your choice to do newspark experiments. But I wouldn't go reminding people that you were involved. I would rather not get complaints and have to arrest you, even though I know you would get a fair trial that would take that into consideration."

A cycled vent, rubbing at his mask. "Glad ya got me and the little ones out of there. You and the Seeker teams you organized." He offers. "... I ever say thanks? Cause... Thanks."

Howlback offers him a hug, though of course she's much smaller than he is. She likes Wheeljack. Sometimes he's a certified idiot, but Vortex and Dead End are among her closest friends, too.

Another pause. "And I get when ta keep my intake shut, promise."

His gaze follows the little ones. "Don't think there's ever been a gestalt of fliers before. They're pretty unique."

"You and Shockwave did good work, too, I guess...at least in this case." She's smiling because she means it.

She sighs. "Primus knows we've all been through 83 million shades of Hell...and we've all done terrible things. But here we are on Cybertron, and there are gardens and newsparks and schools that are open to all...there are people out there I can't forgive, but you're not one of them, and I know that if not for even the ones that I can't, we might not be here now."

"I don't want that thing near my bitties. And his bitties and my bitties think we all live in the same house that just happens to be connected by a tiny bit of outdoors. They run in and out all the time and sometimes I have to do headcounts. Or ask Wave to do mindcounts." She thinks for a moment, then huffs. "Give it to Tara. It might have escaped from their lab in the first place. Only Tara wants slag like that. But make sure Tara knows, from me, that they can't bring it with them to come visit Prowl, and also to keep it the fuck away from Ostaros."

"How's Prowl and the bitties doing?" He adds.

After a moment, she laughs. "I kept telling them that is Viridian's tree and they need to get used to not being on it during the time when the tree was off limits. Cybertronian trees are tough, but when they're grown their combined form is going to be at least as big as this house."

A pause, helm fins flickering an off colour grey green. "And I remember the dragonets a bit. I think. Probably. Shockwave didn't spec and build all of them all by himself."

"What Shockwave did was very much against Decepticon law. They didn't shoot you or anyone else who had to work for him because it wasn't your choice to do newspark experiments. But I wouldn't go reminding people that you were involved. I would rather not get complaints and have to arrest you, even though I know you would get a fair trial that would take that into consideration."

A cycled vent, rubbing at his mask. "Glad ya got me and the little ones out of there. You and the Seeker teams you organized." He offers. "... I ever say thanks? Cause... Thanks."

Howlback offers him a hug, though of course she's much smaller than he is. She likes Wheeljack. Sometimes he's a certified idiot, but Vortex and Dead End are among her closest friends, too.

Another pause. "And I get when ta keep my intake shut, promise."

His gaze follows the little ones. "Don't think there's ever been a gestalt of fliers before. They're pretty unique."

"You and Shockwave did good work, too, I guess...at least in this case." She's smiling because she means it.

"I don't want that thing near my bitties. And his bitties and my bitties think we all live in the same house that just happens to be connected by a tiny bit of outdoors. They run in and out all the time and sometimes I have to do headcounts. Or ask Wave to do mindcounts." She thinks for a moment, then huffs. "Give it to Tara. It might have escaped from their lab in the first place. Only Tara wants slag like that. But make sure Tara knows, from me, that they can't bring it with them to come visit Prowl, and also to keep it the fuck away from Ostaros."

"How's Prowl and the bitties doing?" He adds.

After a moment, she laughs. "I kept telling them that is Viridian's tree and they need to get used to not being on it during the time when the tree was off limits. Cybertronian trees are tough, but when they're grown their combined form is going to be at least as big as this house."

A pause, helm fins flickering an off colour grey green. "And I remember the dragonets a bit. I think. Probably. Shockwave didn't spec and build all of them all by himself."

"What Shockwave did was very much against Decepticon law. They didn't shoot you or anyone else who had to work for him because it wasn't your choice to do newspark experiments. But I wouldn't go reminding people that you were involved. I would rather not get complaints and have to arrest you, even though I know you would get a fair trial that would take that into consideration."

A cycled vent, rubbing at his mask. "Glad ya got me and the little ones out of there. You and the Seeker teams you organized." He offers. "... I ever say thanks? Cause... Thanks."

Howlback offers him a hug, though of course she's much smaller than he is. She likes Wheeljack. Sometimes he's a certified idiot, but Vortex and Dead End are among her closest friends, too.

Another pause. "And I get when ta keep my intake shut, promise."

"I don't want that thing near my bitties. And his bitties and my bitties think we all live in the same house that just happens to be connected by a tiny bit of outdoors. They run in and out all the time and sometimes I have to do headcounts. Or ask Wave to do mindcounts." She thinks for a moment, then huffs. "Give it to Tara. It might have escaped from their lab in the first place. Only Tara wants slag like that. But make sure Tara knows, from me, that they can't bring it with them to come visit Prowl, and also to keep it the fuck away from Ostaros."

"How's Prowl and the bitties doing?" He adds.

After a moment, she laughs. "I kept telling them that is Viridian's tree and they need to get used to not being on it during the time when the tree was off limits. Cybertronian trees are tough, but when they're grown their combined form is going to be at least as big as this house."

A pause, helm fins flickering an off colour grey green. "And I remember the dragonets a bit. I think. Probably. Shockwave didn't spec and build all of them all by himself."

"What Shockwave did was very much against Decepticon law. They didn't shoot you or anyone else who had to work for him because it wasn't your choice to do newspark experiments. But I wouldn't go reminding people that you were involved. I would rather not get complaints and have to arrest you, even though I know you would get a fair trial that would take that into consideration."

A cycled vent, rubbing at his mask. "Glad ya got me and the little ones out of there. You and the Seeker teams you organized." He offers. "... I ever say thanks? Cause... Thanks."

Howlback offers him a hug, though of course she's much smaller than he is. She likes Wheeljack. Sometimes he's a certified idiot, but Vortex and Dead End are among her closest friends, too.

"I don't want that thing near my bitties. And his bitties and my bitties think we all live in the same house that just happens to be connected by a tiny bit of outdoors. They run in and out all the time and sometimes I have to do headcounts. Or ask Wave to do mindcounts." She thinks for a moment, then huffs. "Give it to Tara. It might have escaped from their lab in the first place. Only Tara wants slag like that. But make sure Tara knows, from me, that they can't bring it with them to come visit Prowl, and also to keep it the fuck away from Ostaros."

"How's Prowl and the bitties doing?" He adds.

After a moment, she laughs. "I kept telling them that is Viridian's tree and they need to get used to not being on it during the time when the tree was off limits. Cybertronian trees are tough, but when they're grown their combined form is going to be at least as big as this house."

A pause, helm fins flickering an off colour grey green. "And I remember the dragonets a bit. I think. Probably. Shockwave didn't spec and build all of them all by himself."

"What Shockwave did was very much against Decepticon law. They didn't shoot you or anyone else who had to work for him because it wasn't your choice to do newspark experiments. But I wouldn't go reminding people that you were involved. I would rather not get complaints and have to arrest you, even though I know you would get a fair trial that would take that into consideration."

"I don't want that thing near my bitties. And his bitties and my bitties think we all live in the same house that just happens to be connected by a tiny bit of outdoors. They run in and out all the time and sometimes I have to do headcounts. Or ask Wave to do mindcounts." She thinks for a moment, then huffs. "Give it to Tara. It might have escaped from their lab in the first place. Only Tara wants slag like that. But make sure Tara knows, from me, that they can't bring it with them to come visit Prowl, and also to keep it the fuck away from Ostaros."

"How's Prowl and the bitties doing?" He adds.

After a moment, she laughs. "I kept telling them that is Viridian's tree and they need to get used to not being on it during the time when the tree was off limits. Cybertronian trees are tough, but when they're grown their combined form is going to be at least as big as this house."

"I don't want that thing near my bitties. And his bitties and my bitties think we all live in the same house that just happens to be connected by a tiny bit of outdoors. They run in and out all the time and sometimes I have to do headcounts. Or ask Wave to do mindcounts." She thinks for a moment, then huffs. "Give it to Tara. It might have escaped from their lab in the first place. Only Tara wants slag like that. But make sure Tara knows, from me, that they can't bring it with them to come visit Prowl, and also to keep it the fuck away from Ostaros."

"How's Prowl and the bitties doing?" He adds.

After a moment, she laughs. "I kept telling them that is Viridian's tree and they need to get used to not being on it during the time when the tree was off limits. Cybertronian trees are tough, but when they're grown their combined form is going to be at least as big as this house."

"I don't want that thing near my bitties. And his bitties and my bitties think we all live in the same house that just happens to be connected by a tiny bit of outdoors. They run in and out all the time and sometimes I have to do headcounts. Or ask Wave to do mindcounts." She thinks for a moment, then huffs. "Give it to Tara. It might have escaped from their lab in the first place. Only Tara wants slag like that. But make sure Tara knows, from me, that they can't bring it with them to come visit Prowl, and also to keep it the fuck away from Ostaros."

Checking to see if he's got any marks on him, there or anywhere else she can see.

"Someone will bring us some," she says gently. "Probably more than one. They know I like them too, and the babies..." She notices his tension drop when she touches him and instinctively jumps up to sit close to him, then beckons Grimlock over. Grimlock smiles at him. "You're going to be okay," he says. "They really fucked with you, but you're safe now."

A long pause. "... Am I allowed to drive around yet? Or does Megatron still think I need house arrest?"

"Or Swoop could fly above you," Grimlock offered. "I'm sure he would."

Checking to see if he's got any marks on him, there or anywhere else she can see.

"Someone will bring us some," she says gently. "Probably more than one. They know I like them too, and the babies..." She notices his tension drop when she touches him and instinctively jumps up to sit close to him, then beckons Grimlock over. Grimlock smiles at him. "You're going to be okay," he says. "They really fucked with you, but you're safe now."