The Decision To Detour Was Bred From A Distinct Sense Of Dread That Filled Him At The Thought Of Returning
The decision to detour was bred from a distinct sense of dread that filled him at the thought of returning to the base. He hated these scouting mission debriefings. Especially when they yielded no interesting results. So when the unfamiliar energon signature had popped up on his radar, he'd almost felt releived. Yet this begged the question...
"Who the frag are you?"
A covert approach was needed here. Setting the Jackhammer down amid a sparse cluster of pines, he continued on pede. Being at ground level meant losing his aerial vantage point; a necessary risk if he wanted to catch this mystery bot unawares. Mindful of his steps, Wheeljack listened intently for any sign of them, hearing only the chatter of native fauna. Whoever they were... they were sneaky.
So sneaky in fact, that he nearly blew his cover. The wrecker all but threw himself behind a craggy outcropping of rock, peering around the opposing side as they continued their approach.
Feline in shape, the bot stood around the same height as his knee - a deployer perhaps? Regardless, that was a Con if he'd ever seen one.
At this point he knew he had two options. He could engage, or he could call it in and await orders. A smirk pulled at his scarred lip components. He never had been the patient type.
Cannon humming to life as he stepped into their path, Wheeljack chuckled in response to the snarled threat he received. "Nice night for a walk, innit?"
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Since returning to his host's side, Ravage rarely left the Nemesis. Soundwave was protective- rightfully so-, and Ravage's frame just wasn't what it used to be. After his near death experience that lead to the separation from his host on Cybertron, he never quite regained his full strength.
However, that didn't mean he was useless. On the contrary, in fact. Ravage could still perform his strong suit exceptionally well; that being his work as a spy. It helped that the Autobots were unaware of his existence.
He had been slinking back from a successful intel gathering mission when things went wrong. Wheeljack, as he was last informed by Laserbeak, was not supposed to be in the area. Apparently, things had changed. He froze at the glowing blaster aimed at his helm, a low growl ripping itself from his throat. "Back off," he snarled, red optics narrowing beneath the Soundwave-esc visor that covered most of his helm.
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The tips of her digits ran along the seams of her clientâs plating, noting the spots that made his field shudder. The mech was young (compared to the majority of their clientele), his mannerisms giving him away. He wasnât nearly as cruel as most of the others⊠but time would change that. It always did. The politics of the high caste bred corruption, selfishness, entitlement. After being surrounded by it for long enough, they always seemed to adopt the same tendencies.
For now, however, she could savor his inexperience; reduce him to a pliant heap in her servos.
The parlor was filled with a number of patrons and their company, all engaged in varying levels of intimacy. Some were engrossed in their courtesans, and others preferred to watch. An open space for bots with more voyeuristic preferences. The mech who had sought her out seemed intrigued, if not a bit embarrassed. His optics darted around the room, dilating as he took in the lascivious acts on display. Under her wandering digits, his frame tensed.
Above the din of voices, another sound filtered through the room, a high, ethereal melody that rang clear as a bell. She smiled. The bot beneath her took note as well, helm tilting back toward the entrance the music was filtering through.
âIncredible, isnât she?â
He nodded, seeming transfixed. âYes⊠Iâve never heard something so lovely.â Then he came back to himself, suddenly looking rather sheepish. âIâm sorry, I didnât mean⊠you â ah.â
She laughed, a genuine display of amusement for once. âWorry not. You are permitted to peruse the options all you like. Itâs why youâre here, after all. To sample the delights of The Spire⊠and she is quite the delight, let me assure you.â
He grinned, nodding while casting another fleeting look toward the door.
Up the hall, the Inner Theatre would be filled from end to end â it always was when her lover took the stage. A voice like the heavens, enchanting all who had the pleasure to experience her song.
âI think Iâd like to meet her,â he murmured.
âAnd meet her you shall⊠but not now. She will be indisposed for quite some time once her performance comes to an end.â Reaching forward, the scarlet femme cupped his face, coaxing it back toward hers. âFor now⊠youâre all mine.â
The low, suggestive cadence of her voice made him tremble, and the click and whir of his cooling fans made her lips part in a knowing grin. Lowering her mouth, she sampled the cabling of his neck, noting the way his servos gripped her waist when she dipped her glossa in the joint of his collar. She shuttered her optics, and the image of him fell away, replaced by white and gold, a gaze as blue and vibrant as crystallized energon. Her Shining Star.
Their next meeting couldnât be soon enough.
Ravage being an absolute menace is my favoriteđ€
Me, hanging on to my final sliver of my sanity for dear life...
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Stronger, Faster
âYou know your problem, Optimus? For such a big, strong âbot⊠youâre soft.â
*probable* tfp quotes:
Megatron - Yet another attempt at undermining me, Starscream? I ought to rend you limb from limb!
Starscream - As delightful as that sounds, master, wouldn't you rather I give you a lap dance and we can forget this whole thing ever happened?
Megatron (murderous) - You think this is a joke?!?
Starscream - *turns on Get Low and begins gyrating his hips*
Megatron (exasperated) - Get out of my sight.
Breakdown: Are you going to help, or are you too pretty?
Knock Out: I'm too pretty.
I am stuck in a mode of "no finish, only sketch" with my attempts to break through my art block. I'm trying to draw dumb stuff to break through as well.
Here is one such piece of cringe. :D
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