“ the disgustingly optimistic one, yes. only a threat because of the company she keeps. though, I find titans to be easy to. . .control. disappointingly so. “

“ a cog that serves her purpose to an annoying degree. “ he replies as he slots the datapad into a depression on the console

“. . . “ silently walking past

staring at them both

( he stares at the datapad. the words: dna sample acquired, sprawl across the screen. he glances back at Lightbright. ) (always one step ahead.)

then your presence is even more unnecessary than before.

are you done with your pointless inquiries?

as natural as flowing water. (all her ears can pick up is the sound of data flowing.)

for mere minutes at best. ( he takes one step to the right and stops as the datapad emits a low tone.)

calculations do not make noise. (he interjects while moving forward three paces)

no. reliance on such things are illogical and thus, beneath me. I have no need of them because there is never silence. (not even sparing her a glance as he walks two paces to the left.)

my parent senses are tingling

and what happens when you grow tired of listening to the same old thing and all you have loved is dead and buried? nothing lasts forever. not you. not them. (he turns his helm down to the datapad and begins scrolling along the screen.) not even me, persistent as I am.

there in lies your problem does it not? you hate the silence. always used to the music booming around you inside your titan, but you know you can’t hide away in Lodestar forever. your inability to find noise within the silence will be your undoing as you teeter ever closer to the cliff that is+

no, but it seems the stress is for you.

language.

seemingly wandering aimlessly around Cybertron, datapad in hand.

Staring at the forged body within the pod. Questions belonging to his processor voice themselves in his suspected solitude. “ Do the sins of the father carry on to the child? Will they weigh heavy on your back, dragging you down and holding back your potential? Or will you turn them into+

His gaze falls to the floor in contemplation. “ I find your answer to be logical.” The fins on either side of his helm twitch slightly in satisfaction. “ See to it that you keep an eye on them and any others that catch your interest. “

✧FFFAAAAAAAA

I swear to god if that is another predacon when they are supposed to be a rarity I AM TIRED. STOMP!! OF REDOING. STOMP STOMP MY CALCULATIONS

An acceptable report. Now begs the better and more important question. Given the oppurtunity, could you rip out his spark? shockwave stares intently into the predacon’s eyes, his frame not moving an inch as he does. this is the real report he wants. a hunter is no good if not confident+

✧good

Solbreak, report.

Sweet silence.

tosses down a muzzle

I can not stress that the equivalent of me caring is so far down that it is in negative numbers thought impossible to

oh my days what do you WANT STARSCREAM

✧this shit just fucking weird man

✧ sprays with water

✧Nuh uh

✧he does not have PAWS tyvm

Inserting the small tubes into a machine. He watches the innermost energon flow through tubes and into the cold frame resting inside its metal tomb. Servos go behind his back as he stares at it. “One whose mad ideas will change the world…”

temp. pinned

“Thank me only if you succeed.” His parting words to the other as another body is sent to him for dissection and collection.

“The time to hunt is now while most of them are distracted with the illusion of peace they have deluded themselves with. Do as you please, but do not bring trouble to my doorstep. I have no patience for unnecessary distractions.” Shockwave pulls out another small tube and tilts it+

A failed experiment most likely from an alternative version of myself, or one I did not care to keep investing time in. Whichever reason is inconsequential to me. I assume they said nothing of importance. turning back to the corpse, ripping into it with surgeon like precision.

shockwave turns his helm to Solbreak as the corpse drops in front of him. energon splatters onto his frame. Is it important?

whether he notices solbreak’s presence and simply chooses to ignore it or is too engrossed in his work is up for interpretation. his servo digs deep into the cut, sifting through the guts before pulling out a tube filled with the deceased’s innermost energon. shockwave examines it for a few+

reconfiguring his hand into a saw, cutting into the leftover parts of a dead mech. he pulls apart fuselage delicately as he searches for the innermost energon stored within.

slow helm turn. do not question him.

no matter how many he brings back he can’t imprint proper table manners into them. what a mess. . .

letting go and watching him drop down like a brick with an amused wiggle of his fins.

ᴡᴀꜱᴘɪɴᴀᴛᴏʀ ɪꜱ ꜱɪᴄᴋ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴇᴠɪʟ, ꜱɪᴄᴋ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴇᴅᴀᴄᴏɴ. #MVRP／ #TFRP／ #TransformersRP / #RPSKY

staring at the two predacons, weighing the pros and cons of allowing such beasts to roam free and consume his own kind. Then go.

Yes, Solbreak?

th—where did you find these dead mechs?