#wreckerforeman

“Just made a batch,” Roadbuster shrugged, and nodded to the twist, “Yea can pass it on ta someone that wants a treat.”

It would not hurt his feelings, the Wrecker might be in a caretaker mood.

Jazz hummed a little, before taking a cautious nibble. His doorwing twitched, before he took a bigger bite- it was better than he’d expected. 

It’s been a while since Jazz has had some time to himself to work on his little communications project, but he’s got the whole day free today, and he’s making the most of it. A few tweaks to his communications array, just a little different from the set-up he’d used last time he tried this--he hopes in a way that will optimize the signal variance--and then he plugs in a frequency and sends a ping.

Will he reach another universe? Who knows! But while he waits for an answer seems like the perfect time to break out in song, and he’s got the perfect tune for the moment:

« Yeah I know you’re out there, somewhere,Oh I--I can almost hear you callin’!I’m lookin’ for a... stranger, in the night,I need a little danger, in my life! Tonight! »

If said groping Wrecker is ready to get dragged down into a berth and pinned for some pets and cuddles then yeah, this helps. Because that’s exactly what Ironhide’s going to do.

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Roadbuster chuckled as he relaxed, leaning a bit on Drift as well. “Wot?” He let his accent slip thicker.

Topspin gave a surprisingly soft chirr, he was relaxed, and almost lounging on the other two.

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He’s not going to admit it, least not out-loud, but the pressure was actually almost rather relaxing. A purr nearly rumbling deep inside the triplechanger’s chest, but he instead manages to switch the sound out for a hummed sort of groan. Pout deepening, despite the fact that amusement flickered across the trapped mecha’s field.

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Roadbuster gave a low growl, not at Crosshairs though. He qas digging into the lighter mech’s hip. Finding the nervous systems shut off for the legs. He knew enough of how a frame and body worked to help numb things. “Yea’re going to Red Alert.”

The Foreman said, moving to pick up Crosshairs only now.

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The paratrooper gave a half-Sparked snarl, shoving firmly at Roadbuster only momentarily before relenting and letting the Foreman do as was needed. They were annoyed. Annoyed and in pain. Pain that soon eased, though the glare didn’t shift at all.

Still, Crosshairs impulsively found their arm hooking over the Wrecker’s shoulder as they were scooped up. An easy thing to pull with the lightframe, especially since they weren’t putting up too much a fight. But that didn’t mean much.

@wreckerforeman

The good thing about having Pterry and Strafe around even if the latter is large is that Cade almost always knows just what is going on in his junkyard. It’s not foolproof, but it’s something. And that eases one’s mind.

That being said, when he’d found out another Cybertronian had found their way in he couldn’t help the sigh that escaped him, before he patted Pterry’s head in thanks and left to go see just who it could be this time.

(( First sentence writing prompts (Accepting) ))

Cheeks heated up in embarrassment, Annabelle tried to squirm herself free. Doing so proved useless, so she eventually gave up, joints aching from being curled up within the confined space for the past couple hours. She had been too embarassed to call for help, so she had decided that waiting for someone to eventually come to her was her only option. It had taken a while, but hey, at least someone had eventually found her!

“Would you believe me if I said that I have no idea?” She asked hesitantly, letting out a nervous chuckle, “Look, uh, I’ve kinda been stuck here for around 3 hours, and I can’t really feel my legs–or anything below the waist, for that matter–so would you mind helping me out, Buster?”

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The Wrecker Foreman growled, not ashamed to kick the downed decepticon, planting a foot on the back and using his own bulk to help pin him down. “Watch it con, ‘Spin, how’s Hotrod?”

He did not look away, but instead triggering a saw blade to extend, the teeth ready to dig into black armor. “I’m okay sire,“ The minibot that had gotten hit rubbed at his face, cleaning energon off himself as the bigger blue mech patched the scout. “But we got the slagger!“

Roadbuster chuckled, flashing his fangs in a grin. “Aye, we got ‘em.”

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Even though he was pinned face first into the dirt, the rogue managed a needle-filled grin-- attempting to shift to see who it was he’d got and how bad the damage had been now that the dust was starting to settle.

“You’re lucky I didn’t swipe any lower, Kid,” Barricade threatened, talons on the broken servo twitching as he made an effort to push himself up and throw the Wrecker off his back. No such luck, not without the use of his arms anyways.