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Sunshot: *Staring at cloudstrike with fascination a wide smile on his face* (he likes other flyers)
"What, never seen a real Seeker before?"
[ An unprompted flash of fangs from an unknown flyer can often be mistaken for a challenge. ]
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@the-blue-truck
CloudStrike lounged on his berth, fussing with a glitchy datapad with more then a few scratches on its surface. He grumbled, resigning to get a new one before he threw the poor thing at the nearest wall. Servos were readjusted as he began to type..
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[Log: ######]
[Date: ###/##/##]
[Subject: Prime]
Optimus Prime, the glorified leader of the Autobot Resistance; How to even begin? In all of my deaths I have never met someone so annoyingly optimistic yet frustratingly stubborn. It astounds me that this one mech, who has seen the front lines for vorns upon vorns; still has quippy comebacks AND hobbies. It's ridiculous, how does he appear so unaffected?
In all of my existence I've found things to be mundane, unoriginal. Most every mech I've met seemed to be easily placed into any one category. Then there were the outliers..
First there was Megatron, which I will touch upon later, and then there was the truck with a clashing paint job and the matrix. I didn't always want to participate in this meaningless war, but in the end boredom dug it's rusty claws into my helm. Megatron, with all his atrocities, just seemed the most.. entertaining. Reminded me that I still functioned. But Optimus.. he makes me so.
Slagging.
Angry.
He reminds me of what I could have been. Should have been. Still could be.
Hopeful in the meaningless of it all. Caring about mechs I'll outlast. Just for the sake of them being... well. Alive.
[End Log]
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CloudStrike tossed the datapad aside, hearing it scrape gently as it tumbled onto the floor. Now was not the time to be sentimental. He had things to do.
What are your thoughts on sparkeaters?
-🦢
"Just a myth, obviously." Cloudstrike scoffed.
💥ASK CLOUDSTRIKE 💥
Come bother my annoying Seeker OC✨✨
[Feel free to ask whatever comes to mind, RP accounts are fully welcome! If I like the ask, I may make it a lil doodle.]
[Have fun ✨]
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[If the text is orange, that's Cloudstrike!]
[If the text is green, that's SwiftShot!]
[If the text is blue, that's SceneTrip!]
[SwiftShot is my minicon oc!]
[If the text is in brackets, that's OOC!]
[While you're here, go check out my friend at @your-local-tyrant . Armada is funny as hell and it's fun to bother them.💥💥]
Hhmmm...
What would happen to CloudStrike if he is on a mission and get lost? Or if he fails the mission?
[In Cloudstrike's original universe, he's a neutral mercenary with a hatred for both sides of the war. He has a scrounged together trine that will always be there for him, much to his confusion. If he was to get stranded or attacked by his target (as my last post displayed) he'd call his trine.
Now, in Armada's universe, it's a different story. He never met his trine members, and he certainly didn't become neutral. He's a decepticon, one that's encountered Armada himself throughout some of his deaths, and things are a little more complicated. CloudStrike will not stop until he is a greying corpse if it means completing the mission. He knows he'll simply be rejected by the well and dumped in a newly created frame. If he's stranded or lost, and let's say his comms are damaged, Armada will eventually get notified that one of his generals is MIA and deal with it from there.
Hope that answers your questions ✨✨]
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As Skydiver stood in the line to the cafeteria he noticed a quite uniquely looking bot in mostly blue colors and they had wings?! No, no, it can't be. It's another seeker! Skydiver hasn't seen a different seeker than Starscream in quite a while and the sight of a new one made his spark race with excitement. He quickly slipped to the front of the line trying not to get noticed, as he reached the seeker. He tapped on their shoulder waiting for them to turn around.
"You're another seeker!" He bursted out, jumping from one pede to the second.
Cloudstrike shifted, turning his helm to the nearly euphoric shriek of a mech as said mech tapped his pauldron.
He smirked, amused at the almost sparkling-like wonder in the unfamiliar seeker's optics. [Well, isn't this interesting..]
"I am."
Hydraulics hissed as he shifted his hips, servos tapping rhythmically on his waist. He was nearly a helm taller than the giddy mech, although it was admittedly hard to verify with the way he was bouncing in place. Cloudstrike extended a clawed servo.
Fangs glinted as he grinned good-naturedly.
"Designation's CloudStrike, would you do me the pleasure of telling me yours?"
Think fast 💣
I used your oc as an experiment for a new brush hope you don't mind 👉👈
[SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP-]
[IT'S MY BOYY AUUYGHHGUUHGHOV]
"Have you seen starscream recently?"
CloudStrike shuffled on his pedes, suddenly nervous in the presence of the tyrant leader.
"O-oh, Starscream? I'm unsure, we've never really held a conversation-"
He looked at the wall to over Armada's left shoulder, unwilling to hold eye contact as he stood at attention.
"I can organize a search, if you so desire; my Lord."
He winced internally, he never wanted to be in this particular predicament. Torn to shreds by a pissed off Starscream, or tortured for lying to Megatron? What a choice, he thought bitterly.
