#dontcallmepercy

He raised a brow when he saw a small figure with a large bounty number on him. It could be worth the time if he could track this one down. Smiling faintly, he got up and stretched, making his way to his comms console so he could find out a bit more about this 'Perceptor' and why the Decepticons wanted him so badly.

Send my muse "So, what do I have to do to get a kiss from someone like you?"

The scientist is greeted with a mildly shocked look from the motorcycle, an optic ridge furrowing at the question. Where’d that come from? Shifting on pedes, Prowl crosses arms over chassis with a small, if not confused, frown.

“That is an acceptable loss. You have done well, Perceptor.” Shockwave muses as he looks over reports scattered about the table, reviewing the test results. “There are many defectors from the Autobots who will eagerly supply themselves for a chance to fly among their comrades.” He drums his claws on the desk’s edge, rhythmically, before finally setting the pads down and turning to Perceptor.

dontcallmepercy started following you

   Nikki had arrived on Cybertron. Her arrival was not unnoticed though as she had glimpses of confusion aimed at her for the appearance of her mech body. Sadly not having a vehicle form she couldn’t transform and drive away instead, she had to walk. Most of the time she came to Cybertron to get guidance and basically how to be retrained though as a mech and not human.

Finally arriving, she was happy to get away from the passing stares and waved to Alpha Trion who beckoned her over. Since she had the mind of another species, Alpha Trion was afraid to hook her up to any machinery until he knew more about her original type of specie.