Organics sure are strange! This is what I think I would look like! Y'all don't have NEARLY enough colors not even kind of my gold color.

*watcher in root mode floats slowly above cybertron. His golden wings flicking to catch the sunlight.* 'It is unwise and he knows this. But.. if they are real? Wouldn't it be worth knowing?'

*in space watcher wake up sub routines firing up, quickly he transforms him to his root mode from his satellite alt. He grabs his helm with his servos shaking it and looking around wildly.* It's not real it's not real it's not real

I keep having weird dreams when I recharge....

So many bots to watch so little time..

✨✨ This is a marker post! The Bluesky TFA RP is going to go through a reset! Everything from BEFORE this post is from the old rp, and everything AFTER this post is the new rp. 📷📷📸

-alt waiting for Brake Out to do his part} The sooner we do this, the better chance he has living with less damage.

Man they'll let anyone be prime nowadays

-fish fell out, and an octopus was suction-cupped to the backplating. Blending in, refusing to move. Bad rolled his optics, setting both front and back plating down, then covering the exposed spark with another towel.} Im going to remove his helm. Make sure to keep him still if anything happens.-

it's december already

Just hold him here and here. I will do the rest. {Bad placed Black Out servos where he needed them. Then got to manually undoing the mechs armor. First went the wrist armor. As each piece was removed, pools of water that was trapped inside splashed to the ground. The medic hummed, placing the-

Alice, the towels are in the back of the storage room, by the bathroom. Just go through the racks, and you'll spot them. [He glances up from his work on the forearm guard and eyes Watcher's helm and other damaged plates.] Set any plates that need replacing near the shelf, and anything that needs-

-servo brushed over the mech back. A touch diagnosis wasn't as good as one back on the ship, but he's been in the war too long to not be good at this. His servo trailed over the broken wings, Two clearly gone, the other two broken in a jagged pattern. Static had long since gone from them. Which-

[Brunner looks up from his work at the forge. In his tongs is a large piece of metal that he's slowly shaping into what looks like a forearm guard.] The medic is here!

His frame softens, tension bleeding out of struts and cables. His helm lists slightly to one side, mouth going slack. His cold plating twitches under Tracker’s touch, confused by the sensation. He lifts one servo a few useless centimeters, -

[In a moment, Tracker is there again, this time at the mech's front. He nuzzles into the bot and rumbles his engines, trilling and whistling quietly as Brunner and Alice clamber into Break Out.]

No, that would be more dangerous. [With gentle servos, Break Out helps the mech tilt onto his side and coaxes his intake open. His claws drag across the mech's frame, and he pries open any vents he finds. Tracker is rumbling his engine against the mech's back, trying to get the lines moving again.]

[The loud sound of jet engines doesn't travel far when compared to the crashing waves of the ocean. It's bad weather, rain pelting down on Break Out's plating as he gets closer and closer to the coordinates.] (@orionsspark.bsky.social) (@brunnermetal.bsky.social) (@watcher-tfaoc.bsky.social)

Watcher had lost one of his lower wings somewhere during the first night, it screamed at his sensors now and he wished he could cry. Now the currents were relentless, dragging him. Beating at him. Gnawing at him with cold so deep it felt like derma

AUTOBOT LONG-RANGE FREQUENCY. EMERGENCY BROADCAST ID: WATCHER H… h-help.. The sound of static grinding, crackling and popping is so loud. thi-…s is… W… Watch.. da..damag …wing The signal warps sharply and a loud hum covers the rest of the sentence. Sinking... *ksshk* ....

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Watcher drifted in space above earth, his wings extended in a gentle arc, the thin, gold filmed panels stretched out to as much solar rays as he could. He loved this height. Loved the soft hum of radiation playing over his plating. -

There is a lot of debris in your planet's orbit...

There are lots of bots here, why?

They were right! This is mostly a water planet - ugh! Water! Primus Im going to rust.

Where am I? This isn't a cybertonian data collection... What planet am I receiving data from?