Starsight

"And where is this ship?" he asks. "Parked? In orbit? Fucked off into space?"

"We're currently parked near the site where I found you. My ship is cloaked." Their helm tilts to look at the grown, "I apologize for the undue stress this may have caused. When I found you I couldn't leave you there... Your condition could have became fatal if left unattended on the elements."

"You have me curious about this bodyguard. Do they always keep an optic on ya? How do they know you're in danger? What do they look like?" he was ever so curious.

"It's hard to describe it's appearance... it's quite large, has six arms, and.. three faces." They want to be vague, as they don't exactly plan on showing off Archiphagia, especially not when the beast looks like a sparkeater-quintesson hybrid.

"And that's your right. At this point, any gained ground from either side could tip the odds out of the constant stalemate things have been in. If you don't want to make a choice for a side, it's the only thing for you to do."

"It's a choice I can't see myself making ever.. both sides have their reasons, one's I do not fully understand due to my absence. Even as a neutral I will help those in need, no matter the faction."

Datashrike had their own datapad, but it was tactfully left at their side. Seems like they wanted to get verbal confirmation from this new bot along with whatever written signatures were given before hand.

"Energon, medical supplies, and any research related to… Sparkeaters. The latter has been provided." Starsight returned their attention to the datapad for a moment, "It seems even among the factions, knowledge on the creatures is few and far between."

Art fight attack for @valdevia, featuring his OC Terry the meat planet and my OC Mentomorph.

A little smile is given to them, "You'd be right I will be very much intrigued, and not just by the knowledge you offer either. But by you as well." A slight nod to the question, "I can arrange a hard line visual of what I see if you like. It would be the more direct way to examine. The same could be used for your own." Rob mentions.

"That would be greatly appreciated. I can try to do the same for my optics, but I do worry that the information might be a bit too much. Most 'bots aren't built to handle that much visual data."

He replies evenly. Stating facts. As reassurance that he would be fine.

"I have experienced similar issues. Many find my optics unnerving. People have a tendency to shy away from what they don't understand. In the end, they only hurt themselves by doing so."

"I-... I suppose? I don't think I have any choices. I am not very keen on having strangers touch my frame... maybe you could tell me your designation." His t-cog made some noise, but- something caused it to jam.

They brought a servo to his wing before honing in on the sound of his t-cog. The abrupt end of the sequence before it could even begin was all they needed to know that it was damage to the t-cog, but the specific type of damage would require further examination.