#triggerhappyjerk

triggerhappyjerk

Retuning to the farmhouse where her last confrontation with the Autobots too place Klav was slow to approach, she had spent more then here fair share of time recovering from the bullet wounds inflicted from the green mech known as Crosshairs.  Night had fallen and she was lurking in the shadows trying to decide if a nigh attack would be worth it or just handle scouting until daylight. The second option seemed best, laying down she watched as the mechs interacted with one another and their human counterparts, though one in particular besides Crosshair caught her optic. The Prime was back on Earth his red and blue paintjob a dead giveaway amongst his crew, Master would be thrilled to know. She sent a short comm to his personal line informing him of her discovery. 

A rain of color pelts the skittish scout, the colorful spray bursting into a rainbow upon a silver canvas. Jitter rightfully springs a yard into the air like a startled rabbit, pedes kicking out midair. He hits the ground running then, diving for cover lest the volley continues.

It's only when he's behind a crate that he collects himself and sees the color decorating him- and for a sparkbeat he thinks he's bleeding. He's not though, and with a quick realization of that, his annoyance and temper flares.

Headcanon Prompt Meme (doing first two only)

Caste: Jitter was created close enough the separation of Velocitron form Cybertron that he didn’t experience much of the in-place function/caste system. What he did witness was so short lived that it did not make a lasting impression in comparision to the chaos that followed the Space Bridge destruction, that he doesn’t dwell on it. He is more familar with the castes and ranks of other species than his own, and views them in varying degrees.

"Ugh... I'm to sober to try mimickin' that shit."