It was late. Or was it early? He didnât know. Something woke him up, though.
Vegastig nearly stretched out into root mode, but stopped last second.
âThatâs right, Iâm incognito..â he shook a bit instead, adjusting his sensors and EM field to âlookâ around. Something woke him up.
It took him a few seconds to figure it out, but when he did, his internal screens lit up gleefully.
His new favorite flesh-creature was here again! With that silly data pad again but honestly Stig didnât care.
What did he want? Probably more pictures and scans. Stig didnât care, he didnât much pay attention to what the fleshies talked about.
He shifted slowly, to not make any noise. If the green-armored fleshling would step an inch to the right, he could snag the flashlight on his helmet with one of the straps again⌠or if he moved a bit to the left, heâll find that the floor plating there is tilted just a bit, perhaps enough to make him slipâŚ
Vegastig had been living undercover with these flesh-ape-creatures for a while now. He liked their spirit! And they remind him of how things used to be, during the war, even if other Cybertronians would give him flack for getting attached to the short-lived creatures. He didnât care. They were so silly and interesting! And his favorite one has come to visit him early early in the morning! He was pleased.
Vegastig, ex-Decepticon tracker and Scrapper, waited in anticipation to see which trap the man would find first.
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