#sparkfelt

“Let me put this in a way you might understand.”

Send a “💎” and My Muse will state one physically attractive appetizing thing about Your Muse

     I have devoured many a universe, most (if not all) of which contain an alternate of your’s. And in each one, without fail...

     I cannot help but take the time to personally peel you apart, keeping you alive through each sweet, little bite. It does not matter that few, if any, understand or recall why I always set aside moments for them but, ah...

He'd never say it out loud.

// Rodimus would LOVE that. Additionally, my inner Clint Barton muse is going :hearteyes:

     ( YES. )

Dust kicks up behind the scout vehicle and Jean does her best to focus on the dirty screen of the laptop in her lap that had a few readouts of whatever she’s supposed to be going to. A stone-faced Sargent with a name tag that read out ‘Bradner’ doesn’t spare her even a glance as they tear through the sun-baked Arizona desert. They’d passed through a military checkpoint that opened up into a massive staging ground of some kind with no discernable features other than some sparse scrub brush dotted amongst the beige sand. 

There had been a few squat brown buildings they’d passed about a click back but other than that nothing for as far as the eye could see. It even seemed like they had cleared out all the cacti and rocks leaving nothing but flat sand. Eerie. 

“We’ll be there in about three minutes.” It’s the first thing that Bradner has said to her the entire trip and for a moment Jean hadn’t caught it. Thank god too, sweat was starting to make her black t-shirt stick to her back underneath the thick flack vest. Of course, these types of vehicles didn’t have the greatest AC systems. It had coughed out a cloud of dust when she’d first fiddled with the knobs. 

On the horizon and quickly growing was what honestly looked like a tall building used to house missiles. It’s the same color as the desert surrounding it and flanked around it are other smaller buildings and maybe a half a dozen vehicles along with two fire trucks with the same sand color treatment. There are one or two people milling about outside with rifles strapped across their chests, and their attention is pulled to the approaching vehicle as it begins to slow. 

When she hops out of the relative coolness of the scout vehicle and into the absolutely scorching sun the first thing Jean notices is the smell of machinery. Oil and gasoline that hangs heavy in the air making the back of her throat taste metallic. Bradner doesn’t get out of the truck and one of the guards approaches Jean and introduces themselves as Capaldi along with informing her that she’ll be meeting her assignment inside the building.

Finding this a rather odd way to talk about something she’d just be guarding she follows Capaldi inside and is suddenly extremely thankful for modern technology and air conditioning.A short well lit hallway opens up into the main building, which as she guessed is more like a giant hangar, and inside is the biggest damn robot the Jean has ever seen.

apologize to the mobile users immediately.