Brainstorm | femme | Autobot | Scientist | tags; Reyna
"Perfectly understandable, of course!" Brainstorm concluded, "Treating us as nothing more than machine to be toyed with, I'd be wary too! I wasn't around for this Decepticon that got brutalized though, but I did hear stories about it. Very gruesome." Brainstorm wheezed as she hefted the machine gun back over her shoulder. Maybe she should create a lighter model, the thought crossed her mind.
Nickel | Femme | Decepticon | Medic | tags; Sparkblitz
((Kind of timeskip just so we aren't talking about her on her way for many posts.))
When Nickel finally arrived, she made a disgusted face coming in contact with the grass. Hated dirt, especially since she had wheels for feet. "Sparkblitz? Are you here?!" She called, waving an arm to try and get his attention. Hopefully she wasn't too late.
Vos | Mech | Decepticon | Sniper | tags; Warshift
Radar? He hadn't even thought about radar, Pits how was he going to sneak up on him now? Vos decided on a different approach, very quickly scaling a tree, trying to make it to the end of a branch without it breaking under his weight. A low growl began in the back of his intake, claws stretched out in a preparation to pounce at the Autobot's face. And he was going to do that, and he probably could've at least landed on his back...if it wasn't for the fact the branch did break, never meant to hold a many-ton robot. He squealed as he hit the ground, tumbling not that far of a distance from Warshift.
He didn't want to admit it, he would never admit it. But now he was in for it. In a last-ditch effort to save his dignity (and hide) he flared out his minimal plating (not doing much since he was very small and skinny) and started hissing and spitting like an angry feline as he tried to scramble backwards.