#askbailout

“my original family kidnapped me from my adoptive sire so they could make some quick shanix by selling my body out to wealthy mechs and femmes who wanna be shown a good time…… Also i’m one of Runner’s conjunx endura, and i heard him talk about you. He says a lot of good things about you, y'know” she smiled sweetly up at him. “and also i wanna take this stupid collar off, but i can’t lift my servos from the floor, they’re shackled to it so i stay in this submissive and rather degrading position, my back is killing me, and judging by the mechs that are looking my way, my back won’t be the only thing killing me” she blanched, shivering as some very large decepticon mechs walked past, letting their optics linger a bit too long for her liking. “please get me outta here, Deadlock. I promise i’ll be a good kitty, i’ll do whatever ya want, just please help me before one of the other mechs gets me and splits me in half” she quivered, audials laid back and tail tucked between her legs

“You’ve got quite the sob story,” Deadlock mused, digits tapping along one of the metal bars, “not that I care.” 

 The Decepticon’s helm hung low for a moment, another sigh passing his lips, “Runner would probably hate me if I left ya here, though.” His servo tightened around the metal bar, creating indents in the shape of his fingers as he held an internal debate in his helm while simultaneously scolding himself for even having to think about it, but he was a Decepticon, and they were not exactly known for their generosity.

Frag it. Turmoil was probably going to kill him before his non-existent morals could anyway.

Deadlock looked around again, glaring at pretty much anyone and everyone he saw, before bending the bar, completely ripping it free. His gaze fell back onto the femme, red optics bright, and possibly showing his annoyance as his free servo latching onto the metal bars as well. He ripped the entire section of bars free with little effort, pulling the entire ‘door’ to this little cage off before he simply tossed it behind him, let the now damaged metal hit the ground with a solid thud. His servos practically shredded the shackles around her wrists, tossing them aside just like the metal ‘door’. 

*slowly raises servo* o3o/)

Bailout began looking over readings, adjusting a few knobs and switches. “if I can successfully pilot Debris through an asteroid belt, and the one time i was allowed to pilot the Jackhammer, i have complete faith that you and i can pilot this one….. I say we call this ship Big Bertha, what do you think?” they turned and smiled at him, sounding like they’d hung around with Whirl a bit too much. A long awkward silence followed before they spoke up again. “sorry about that ine time with the spider….. And all the others you’ve lost…… And all those times i tried to hug you and whatnot when you don’t want anyone to touch you……. I didn’t know……..Just wanted to be your friend…. No one wanted to be mine, so i figured if i took initiative, things would work out….. But i fragged everything up…. With everyone….. The only thing that’s keeping me from jumping out the airlock right now is because Big Bertha here requires two bots to pilot it and that wouldn’t be fair to leave you to die for my own selfish suicidal motives.” they frowned, looking down at the radar screen and their coordinates, only looking up to adjust knobs and flip switches to clear up the image and fine tune so the sweep would pick up every little space rock floating out there. Looks like this little blue wrecker was good for something other than cannon fodder and pissing everyone off after all

"That's stupid," Crosshairs, play nice. You need her, no matter how good a pilot you are. A soft scowl formed, processor focusing at the task at hand.

Before her talking dragged him back to the factor that she was there. A soft huff left the mech, optic ridges drawing together. "Yer naive."

Perceptor had been working as usual, having been out into other universes and the markets of such to gather materials for his most recent interests; plants and spices, bone, wax- in addition to those he was already growing or had stored in his hab.

He didn’t hear Bailout at first, but it wasn’t long before the indoskeletal ‘hound’ he kept started scratching at the door to his lab. He turned to face it, optics narrowing slightly.

@askbailout

While not entirely feline, he supposed he could pass for one with the temporary coat of organic fur. 

Trepan tensed up when he heard someone else, optics narrowing the slightest when he recognized neither the presence nor voice. It was rare anyone spoke to the surgeon while going about his daily routine, but then again, things were different lately. 

Repo the Genetic Opera & The Devil’s Carnival sentences

The Decepticon stared down at her, denta baring in a snarl. A growl emanated from engine, armor flaring outwards for a moment. Deadlock considered helping her, he really did, but he did not see any benefit to helping a bot he did not know. The only reason he would really help anyone would be to spare his own aft. 

Crimson optics glanced around, a sigh escaping the ‘con’s vocal unit. Deadlock knelt in front the femme, one arm draped over his knee. His optics became slits, glaring at her after a brief glance of the little cage she was in. Clawed digits tapped along his armor, the tap of metal against metal the only sound coming from Deadlock as he thought, almost taunting her with the possibility of freedom, but keeping it just out of her reach. Red optics ghosted over her frame, quickly landing on the dark collar, causing Deadlock to lean forward and growl once more. 

His own distaste for the black collar was pretty obvious, though distaste might not have been a strong enough word. Hate, despise, and a few others seemed more fitting for his feelings towards collars whether they were made of metal or cloth. Deadlock looked around once more, servo latching onto one of the bars, claws dragging against the metal, creating a horrific screech that lasted for only a second.

“You’re going to have to make a rather - compelling argument as to why I should risk my aft for yours.”

“yes, please.” she sighed, pulling out a handful of shanix and placing it down, sliding it towards Blurr. She had been building up her tolerance to highgrade lately, so she felt a bit adventurous. “i feel like Springer’s been pushing me away lately… I’m Bailout, by the way. Heard stories bout ya, but it’s so cool to meet you in person” she gave a half hearted smile.

     The shanix in exchange for a tall glass, and a grin in return.

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Attractiveness:

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Personality:

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How likely they would have sex with them:

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Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

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