#karmeladrake

I’m sorry but is that chocolate?!!!

Ratchet knew something was different about this squishy, organic beings. He didnt trust any of them, only going along with what his Prime said. He remembered being tossed to the side the second thier leader, his oldest friend, was slain. His distrust of the humans only grew after hollow apologies and a familar face was tossed their way to appease them. 

When he got the message from Prime to scatter, that there was something coming for them, he was quick to ghost the team, telling them when he was going to online his emergency comm, and for how long. A hour a day three times a week was risky, but something in his spark wanted to make sure his people were taken care of. 

Sniff Sniff Sniff. Sniiiffff. Followed by frightened horse noises. Horses were such funny creatures! The dragon had no interest in eating the frightened animal, humans tended to shoot at things that tried to eat their animals. 

Obviously this was human territory, they had a house up here of all places. Sometimes Drift took shelter in abandoned structures during storms or cold weather, though he never stayed long. Though with the horse and the scent, this place wasn’t abandoned. 

Earth was different than when Deadlock was here last. Now the humans as a whole knew of Cybertronian’s existence and even managed to put together a task force to take them on; NEST, was it? They found out about it via listening in on Decepticon chatter.

Though these days they weren’t exactly wearing the brand, and those Decepticons they’d managed across face-to-face weren’t exactly taking kindly to that change in attire. Made certain Deadlock knew that, too.

These days, Earth didn’t feel as welcoming as it had back with Knucklehead. But their ship had finally met it’s end. It had hardly made it back to Earth as is, there was no way it was going to take off.

Multiple scuffs with former allies had the Dodge Viper that they’d scanned to try and stay hidden riddled with things most human’s cars wouldn’t be riddled with. Bullet holes, stab wounds, nasty paint transfers from aggressive fights. Though most of them were in the process of healing at this point, some were relatively fresh.

They were practically leaking an Energon trail at this point; huddled in a pick and pull they’d managed to get themselves into. Using the two days they’d been there to have a hard, needed recharge.

- spills her coffee from being startled- God damn it baby. First off, that’s my line. Secondly, you’re going to give me a heart attack" - touched pede any way-

“Hey big guy…anything I can do to help?”

Karmela: ‘Hide I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD!

-chuckles- That’s adorable, mech. Cheers!