#datastrike

UNPROMPTED ASKS || ALWAYS ACCEPTING!

IT’D BEEN A LONG while since he had been called that. Truly. It seems rather illogical for them to give them that title. He was nothing more than a scientist these days and has since returned back to Lord Megatron after stellar cycles of rebuilding and repairing himself, keeping tabs on his experiments.

“You do not have to call me by such a title, Datastrike. It has been a long time since I gave up such a title.” The Council was never his loyalty anyways.

UNPROMPTED || ALWAYS ACCEPTING!

FOR A SECOND, SHE forgets that she was in her human form. She had spent too long in her robot form lately. Training, and helping with the missions with the Autobots.

Although, she did sit out the previous mission. She was almost pissed at Hot Shot for cutting it too close but things did turn out okay with the Star Saber minicons.

Then, they had mentioned someone by the name of Sideways. And she assumes by the non familiar face that it had been him.

…Friendly. A little too friendly. Not on the level of Hot Shot’s. That was a different category. Something she couldn’t make out. Billy and Fred did describe their ride as a little bumpy.

Lynette’s guts about others are usually correct, but she’ll play along. She never trusted anyone straight away anyways.

“Sideways, right? The kiddos mentioned you.” She crosses her arms across her chest, “Lynette’s the name.” She introduces herself, “You gave them quite the scare.”

UNPROMPTED || ALWAYS ACCEPTING!

Fuck.

BUSTED. MORESO THAN USUAL. It seemed like trouble found her at every corner possible. She hadn’t seen this bastard since she went with the kids to stop the satellites from locking onto Cybertron. When she was forced to try to hold him back, which didn’t work out well.

She knew Soundwave wasn’t always out on the field unless it was intel or something else, but she be damned if she didn’t want to be apart of anything he or Megatron had in mind.

She really did have the worst luck.

“Shit.” She moves back immediately, trying to distance herself from him. But she knew that wasn’t going to help her in the long run.

IT HAD BEEN NOT too long since her arrival to this planet. In fact, it had been her first time out of the Outpost. Catching up with old friends was rather refreshing. Along with seeing Stormshooter as happy she was with seeing an old member of the Wreakers. Bulkhead.

One of the best ways to get into Darkfang's spark, began with gifts. Gifts that brought usefulness and joy into his function. His fellow Bounty Hunters knew him quite well to have brought such delightful gifts. The Snake audibly purred at the sight of the new mods, highgrade and paints. All perfect for near daily use.

"Such sweetness, makes me want to test all these out right away." He chuckled, with digits brushing over the knife mods and needles, letting one pierce the first layer of metal of his digit. Sharp, as it should be. "Guess this deserves a thank you to both of them." He purred and right away replaced his hidden blade mods with new parts.