#firestorms707

“O-oh hello there! Pardon about the mess!”

Optimus says, “Then let us begin.” He sits down in the throne, and the Twins take sides on either side. He had not expected another universe to contact him, but their communications had indicated great similarities... enough so that a treaty would be beneficial for both of them. He hoped this was the truth in reality as well.

His name is literally Blackout he could knock you the fuck out. 

my favorite by far is definitely the guy who got scared when i knew his cats name

Orion crossed an arm against his waist and raised the other to thumb the corner of his smirking lip. He admitted that the femme’s persistent advances had become more amusing than disrupting or infuriating in the cycles of late, but receiving one during a funeral for Krank from accounting (always accounting) was far from proper. He could not reward her question with a grin. He knew from experience that it would only encourage her to do worse. Slowly, he gathered his composure and let his servos fall back down to his sides. He let one, however, fall first upon Firestorm’s shoulder, so he could give it a light warning squeeze. “To answer you candidly, we probably could get away with the act regardless of whether or not we are currently attending a funeral,” he whispered by one of her audials. “Judging by your brashness, however, I fear that you would be the vocal type, so even if I were inclined to accept a strictly hypothetical proposal to make out behind the shelves with you, I would not. Krank’s friends, among others, would not approve.”

Soundwave doesn’t recognize this frequency. He makes certain the commline is secure before responding. And by responding, he means he’ll accept the incoming transmission, nothing more. His silence remains the same.