#pharmadynia

"'Sup."

Said with all the class of an A+ socializer. He idly perused through the profiles he managed to drag up after a bit of signal searching. His masked dropped in bemusement at a few finds.

Smokescreen, semi-shrink and hardcore gambler. Sandstorm had decided he didn't like having his processor picked over after those screenings before he became a Wrecker. On top of that, he trusted Smokescreen about as much as the mech's reputation would let him, which was very little.

Next on the list: two Blurrs? All he remembered about Blurr was arrogance and celebrity status for his admittedly impressive speed. Now, with all that in mind, another Blurr from another universe could spell trouble, especially if this was a fast, cocky punk from that backwards verse where everyone's a psychotic serial killer.

And then there's Pharma. He didn't have much to offer besides resentment and a grudge of sorts. That mech caused a lot of hurt for First Aid. 

Sandstorm does not have time for all of this right now.