#wrangleofkaon

(from the space starter thing :3)

There wasn't much use for someone bad at combat at the front lines. He's always been good at finding things and acting on his own so he's sent out into space again. To gather up what scattered Decepticons could be found, to find out why some hadn't responded at all.

Like this silent, seemingly pristine base.

His bouncing steps slowed to a stop as he approached it and his wings fanned out behind him as he scanned all the channels he had access to. He was looking for anything: unintelligible noise on an encrypted frequency he didn't have command codes for, a stray bit of chatter, even a ping from an automated system.

Nothing.

The dust of the moon drifted up around him when he came, glittering in the light from the distant sun as the fine particles turn his high-frequency radar scan into confusing slop. He grimaced and folded his wings back down and the protocols governing their extended functions cutting out when he did so.

@wrangleofkaon asked:

👀

(hello!)

[Stare Hours! || Accepting!]

He knew the groundbridge had been acting up, lately. With the Decepticons becoming slightly more active, the Prime was tempted to chalk it up to little more than a wayward glitch at best, possibly sabotage at worst. That is to say- he was starting to worry about the base's security, especially when he felt an unfamiliar gaze locked on him. After long enough in this war, it wasn't hard to usually parse what was malevolent and what was not- but it was still confusing all the same.

The other 'bots were out on patrol, Raf was at school, and Ash was at work...and the proximity alarm hadn't gone off. Optimus didn't yet transform his servo into a weapon, helm turning to actually look at the small stranger who'd stumbled upon the base.

@wrangleofkaon asked:

“Hey Optimus Prime, how’s it going?” Wrangle said, looking a little worse for wear, a hot pink sparkling looking up at the Prime.

(HI BESTIE, this for TFP Optimus :3)

[Unprompted. || Accepting!]

Optimus cast his optics down towards the smaller Cybertronian, feeling his opticridge furrow by the faintest margin. Wrangle looked,...markedly worse than the last time he'd seen the younger mech. He bent down, offering a small pat to both friend and friend's sparkling(?) in turn. If any look of confusion was given, he merely nodded his head towards the holographic mistletoe that seemed hellbent on following him everywhere.

"It is good to see you, Wrangle...though I do hope it is not a bad time?-- I do not recall this one last time we spoke." He offered a soft smile towards the sparkling, before turning his attention back to the bedwraggled mech. "Have you been recharging enough?"

(Hello!)

Breakdown felt Wrangle's arms wrap around his hulking frame. Well, as best as he could considering how large Breakdown himself was. He looked down at the smaller bot, and sighed.

Scrappy stares at him with massive optics, before its mouth unhinges, and there is a loud shriek as the motors of the rows of teeth kick into gear, as it pops into a running posture, and--

Roz turns around, arms full of medical supplies. "Oh!"

"Why hello there!" It isn't uncommon to be approached by his loyal citizens; Selfies. Praise. Condolences on the Matrix expeditions. Bolstered hopes of 'You'll find it next time! I know it!'. Pitching of products as what sponsors wouldn't want the Prime under their label. Can't say he remembers the last time some asks to draw him.

"A portrait, huh?" Sentinel asked at the little mech rapidly springing in place with excitement, arms folding at his back and leaning forwards to look at them better. Seems genuine enough.

Self Moodboard! I actually used two selfies of mine (one from a few weeks ago, one from a few years ago) in this, so...guess it's also a mun photo! Fear me- (I've shared my face on Tumblr many times so...don't really care that I'm sharing it again, bring on the snipers XD).

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