#staticsqueaks

There's more static, just as before, a tad louder this time. Once again, if the comm links are switched, the radio chatter is normal, voices clear as day. But as the comm link is switched back, there is the white noise now that screeches into Hosin's ears, piercing and loud, but in the midst of the screech there is a voice, cold, deep, a voice garbled amongst the white noise speaks to him now.

"Don't touch that!" Pharma hissed through gritted denta, slapping away rubbery fingers with his energon- stained servo. " In fact don't touch ANYTHING! Do I make myself clear?" He took his attention off the current T-cog " donor" he was dissecting to glare at Hosin.

In all due honesty, he didn't know what the frag he was even looking at. Its wide, stupid grin unnerving and over all appearance unquestionably not Cybertronian. He had to honestly question if he was loosing it. No matter what in the pit this creature was, the CMO wasn't in the mood.

Thankfully for the alien, he wasn’t to far away from the base, but at the moment he really wasn’t moving, in fact he was struggling to get up again, laying on the hard surface of Earth’s ground as he just laid there motionless. Other then the occasional shivering, and holding his helm in his arms as he shook. Optimus clearly seemed like a mess of sort, it seemed he had been forced into a slumber, and of course as usual, it was leaving him in a restless and vulnerable state.

If any Decepticon, or any other vile menace found him in this current state, well that wouldn’t be good for the said prime would it? Fear was something that was rare for him, but it seemed this was probably the reason for his lack of breaks, his lack of sleep. Fear was powerful.

Clearly, even someone as big and tough as him had their weaknesses. “I-I’m…I’m sorry…” He mumbled with a slight whimper of his own, he appeared very upset, and very distressed. Must have been one hell of a nightmare he was having. Was that a surprise though with all he went through these cycles? With such a long, almost never ending war…?

Was he…Drunk?

I mean of course he was drunk, it was Happy Hour at Swerves, and he was already on his fifth shot of Engel when the strange little creature had appeared. Ohhhh this had to be somesort of strange hallucination, wasn’t it? The mech’s visor seemed to scrunch down in thought, trying to kneels himself down a little more to see Hosin better.

“You’re real small, Sorry, didn’t see ya there.”

Trailcutter slurred, leaning to rest his chin on the bar’s counter, dimmed visor looking the rubbery creature over.

“I’m….Trailcutter, yeah, that’s my name. Are you real? You look shiny, don’ look like nothin’ I’ve ever seen b’fore…”

Waspinator was scribbling, trying his best to capture the looks of the kind being made from latex?

Hosin stands in your doorway like he’s about to tell his mom he threw up.

“I killed the parasite.”

"Parasite?"

Of course there is a parasite. This is the Lost Light, where deadly misadventure is commonplace. "Does this have something to do with Minimus? And are you sure there is only one parasite - that there isn't a possible infestation?"

Oh! There was someone talking to him!

A little organic looking being had shown up right near his pedes, so soft and pastel blue looking, ohhh what a darling! The phase sizer made sure to keep careful steps back from Hosin, kneeling down to get a better look at the pretty colored creature.

“My, you are absolutely adorable sweetpark! I appreciate the compliment, however, I think you have a much more beautiful color! Where are you from little friend?”