[Location: Home; Date: Corrupted; Time: Off Cycle; Status: 0 Errors Detected ]
[Environmental threat level: 90.05%; Multiple threats detected; Battle protocols: Suspended (Pack Leader locked)]
“Ooooooooo! My dears, wherever did you get this beautiful statu-by Primus! It moves!?”
Gloss giggles to my left and puts her servos under my snout. “Did he startle you?”
I lean into the touch, but keep my optics on the stranger. If he tries to harm either of my pack leaders, I will not hesitate!
Sunfallen makes an approving hum from Gloss’ other side.
“Starprowler is a fully function recreation of a Predacon: formidable, elegant, noble. You will not find another model of this quality or build. It was a one of a kind, custom commission; we paid to have the mold smelted down after delivery. No better symbol could exist to represent Gloss and my status among our peers: formidable, elegant, noble. Do you not agree?”
“Of course, my dears, of course.”
Gloss strokes my plating.
[Sensory input: Post-optical]
“And, she’s very loyal, the perfect pet.”
“Of course; we have her well-trained not to snap.”
“Starprowler, do not growl at our guests.”
“Are you sure it is not going to take my servo off, my dear?”
Sunfallen steps into my view, looking down with disappointment.
Pack leader, he is falseness! An intruder!
“Starprowler, quiet! You will hold still for Maximum-Overdrive.”
I clamp my plating down as the mech closes in cautiously.
I bite back a growl. His touch makes my plating itch.
“Perhaps, I should get my own commissioned. We could have them spar or fly competitively against one another. Though, I would commission something more grandiose; this one is rather too on the small side for my tastes. Still a fantastic addition.”
[Sensory input: post-tusk]
Stop touching me! Go away!
“A splendid idea. We laid out a schedule for live events starting three quartex from this orn. They are invitation only, but you are invited, of course.”
“Primus smile upon you, my dears.”
