#indomitablespirits

This little gold brat wants to play with blades? Let's even the playing field then.

Landing heavily in a plume of heat displaced by his thrusters, and Sentinel is drawing himself up to his full height, wings an imposing wall either side of him, and sword hanging idle at his side.

Animated: "Indeed! Prepare for double trouble!"

The robot knelt on the beach, zeroing in on a portion of the water that seemed…cloudy. She carefully dipped a few digits in to scoop up a few drops, running a scan on them as they beaded against her metal. She…did not recognize this composition. It’s salt water, certainly, but it’s not right.

What is going on…?

((Roz @ Hexxus plz 👀))

The water in the distance shifted, stirred by something unseen. Hexxus lingered in the shadows of the shoreline, dripping into the edges of the polluted tide. He watched the metal creature; the little machine with the curious gaze and impossible hands; scooping, scanning, fixing. How strange. . .

Order bending chaos. A machine, programmed for efficiency, yet nurturing the wild, mending what he had only sought to corrupt. Hexxus tilted, a ripple of smoke coiling through the air and above the rocks of the shoreline, just out of sight. He studied, probing, twisting the currents around him. Such potential wasted. Yet. . . intriguing.

Why?

The question tasted like oil on water, bitter and sharp, impossible to resolve. Hexxus let it linger. He would watch a while longer, this anomaly, this threat to entropy. Perhaps the forest had found a new rhythm. Perhaps he would enjoy learning its tune.

@indomitablespirits asked:  ‘Hubba Hubba’ ((our robots cuties plzzzz)) ; Send me ‘Hubba Hubba’ and I’ll put our muses into a Hubba Tester and post the result

thought i'd doodle optimus and @indomitablespirits's Rozzum!!! look... wife and husband always together :)

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Something is clattering about in the warehouse, and it isn't just rainwater through the leaks. An irregular and oddly...metallic sound that didn't particularly sound like a raccoon or squirrel trying to get away from the storm outside.

There's actually an incriminating trail of mud and water like something rolled down the hallway with no direction, knocking into walls and junk piles and making a general mess before heading right into...the med bay. Wonderful. The trail leads all the way underneath the med-berth, into the shadowy corner against the wall.

It's...some kind of tiny orb, silver and covered with mud and moss. It's perfectly quiet until a loud roll of thunder outside causes it to bleat a chirp and shudder in response. ((For Ratchet! :D))

Even after all his time on Earth so far, he still wasn't sure what to make of rainy days like today was. On one servo, when he got to stay in the warehouse, it actually wasn't all too bad and even helped him concentrate a bit more than usual. Otherwise, having to drive in it? The biggest pain in his aft! Today was one such day that he had to drive, and he was thankful to be the first back to base out of everyone so he didn't have to deal with the loud arguments and shenanigans the younger bots tended to get into when trapped indoors because of the rain.

Ratchet grumbled as he transformed and took a few steps inside, wondering where he had last put his personal towel for quicker dry-offs, when he noticed the trail of mud that was tracked inside by something small.. He followed it to where it ended up in the medbay, and seeing the path of chaos whatever it was left behind, he surely hoped it at least had the decency to leave his equipment in peace.

"Alright, who's in here?" He called out as he stepped into the bay, optics in a slight glare as he looked around. It seemed like the rest of the place was in relatively the same condition save for the mud trail that he'd been following. He'll make Bumblebee clean it up later. Still, he followed the trail until it got to the med-berth, which he used with a grunt to get down and look beneath just as the thunder rolled.. "Well, look what we've got here."

Something light for Roz please. Something to take the edge off but she is NOT going through the headache again.

​He could add a bit of helium in the drink. Would make it far lighter.