#flashstep

//Wow, been a long time since I drew Transformers! =D Here’s a few (pretty) clean sketches I did with a new style-- more like my old one before my wrists got messed up. I’m really pleased with it!

Arrow belongs to @conning-and-grifting !!!

Name: Sonic, Jigsaw doesn’t realize the terrible decision this is thanks to human pop culture being a thing that he’s not into.

Gender: Femme

General Appearance: She’s a fair-sized car, she favors a hot rod altmode and loves to go fast. She’s got little spoiler-wings when she’s in root mode, and has fiery colors like her creators.

Personality: She’s got a polarized sort of personality and is prone to mood-swings thanks to Jigsaw’s mutant spark’s effect on her own. She uses speed and racing to ground herself again and find her balance, but she’ll bounce from hyper-energetic and smiling to bitter and angry to mopey and depressed pretty quickly and often over small things. She gets very attached to people very quickly.

Special Talents: Incredible speed and reflexes, can read ten stories concurrently and keep them all straight in her head.

Who they like better: Flash because he’s way more cheerful and plays SO MANY GAMES with bitlets and such. But Jigsaw isn’t bad, he gets her during her mood swinging.

Who they take after more: Jigsaw solely because of emotional BS

Typically Flashstep was a mech that Arrow looked forward to meeting up with and talking to. Usually they could be found actually having fun, it was difficult to find someone that was practically your age (mentally, at least, physically didn’t matter all that much to Cybertonians) and neither of them wasted the opportunity for having some fun or playing games or even lending a hand or two to some of the other denizens of the base.

This wasn’t a typical situation.

Actually, the past two months hadn’t been a typical situation, what with himself, Lieutenant (Louie, though the bigger flier gave him a death glare that could have made Unicron crawl right back into the Pit whenever he used it), and Grifter all being crammed into a shuttle and running around the universe trying to track down Tormentor…

And all of them had assumed someone else had left a note. What a mess, huh?

A mess Arrow was trying to deal with now, Flashstep was… not quite glaring up at him, but the orange motorbike wanted answers and he didn’t look like he’d slept or drunk much since Lieutenant had been carted into the medbay completely conked out… He’d been passed out for a while before then, too, and still wasn’t awake.

Honestly, Arrow didn’t know if Flashstep was going to properly handle the answers right now… And it would probably be better coming from Lieutenant than himself… But he owed it to the motorbike to give him answers (not to mention Shadowflight might kill him if he didn’t after that whole lesson in empathy).