[video+text transmission]

[militarybred]

[There's a loud rumbling as the screen shakes and flashes between dark colours and light. Eventually there's a loud breaking sound and light fills the screen. Once the video focuses there's the face - if you can call it a face - of a giant tentacled worm like creature. For those of you that haven't met the Driller, meet the Driller. It drops a large metal bar on the ground, the saw blade on a tentacle spinning. Fetch maybe?]

snack ? ▌

[Or maybe it just wants treats while Shockwave is busy with other things.]

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[Video]

[militarybred]

[That is a good face. Driller likes that face, it feels safe. Not an Autobot. Tentacles sway as it lets out a long rumble.]

treat ? ▌

[songofmypeople]

[Isn't his face just the best? This is a face you can clearly trust, critter. C'mere.]

And I could make it many more.

Do you think you can find me?

[militarybred]

[Trust unless Shockwave tells him otherwise, but oh he does like it. There's a loud screech, but the creature doesn't sound upset.]

find . find where ? ▌

He's not at the temple, but in Prima's little microcity

[songofmypeople]

[The video flips around and pans over the roofs of buildings that have Prima's distinctly opulent touch and colour scheme.]

This is a hint. Good enough?

[militarybred]

find . ▌

[The creature quickly disappears into the ground. It's on its way, traveling under the surface definitely makes traveling much faster.]

[songofmypeople]

[Dark and Noisy, this is the worst video ever.
He puts Driller on mute.]

[Tarn's curious about this creature's skills and intelligence level. Prima's empty city is large and runs into the interior of the mountain it's built in; that's a lot of ground to cover. And while Tarn's chilling in a building on the outside of that mountain, he's not going to make this easy if he doesn't have to. So he'll just be waiting here on this random third-storey balcony to see what happens. ]

[militarybred]

[Well making the Driller search is going to end horribly, particularly for anything that wishes to go undamaged. Once the creature arrives in the area it bursts from the ground, tentacles spreading out, but there's no Decepticon face to be seen. It pulls itself out of the ground - which given its size takes some time to do - and begins to slither around the buildings. It's going on instincts here, and its senses. Find. It's good at finding. It will find.]

[Action!] Also, how big is Driller?

[songofmypeople]

[Tarn isn't even in the neighbourhood Driller pops up in, but that doesn't mean he doesn't hear the explosion of ground being displaced.

huh, sounds like it's coming from... that direction?

He leans over the rail of balcony, craning for a better look.]

[Action!] 1080 feet long. as for how fat? fat enough to have its cockpit hold a 40ft mech with room

[militarybred]

[The creature continues to slither around, letting out a deep rumble as it searches. Eventually there's a loud boom as the Driller crashes through a building, moving up through the floors and winding around it, eventually crashing through the roof. It's not pleased with the confined space scaling a building provides, but it knows that such height can help it find things. Be that of its own intelligence or because it is Shockwave's pet... Most likely because it's Shockwave's pet. The building wasn't important anyway right?

It lets out a loud screech as its head rolls from side to side, looking about.]

I DID NOT KNOW HE HAD A COCKPIT! Where does he keep it? Is it obvious? Does it have a wee seat?

[songofmypeople]

[That. Was. So. Terrifying. Impressive.
Adorable.]

[Directly across the block (no way he won't be missed now, and unless he wants to make a stealth exit (which he doesn't), no way to bail unseen either.) from his balcony, Tarn waves.

Over here, cutie pie.]

he does! it's probably nearish his middle, closer to his head, and only noticable when open. no seat

[militarybred]

[It takes a moment for the Driller to catch sight of the purple faced bot, but as soon as it does it dives off the building, drills and blades out and slips back under the surface. The building that was its perch not looking all that great.

Within a few moments its bursting up through the ground once more, puffing itself up and leveling its head with the balcony.]

[songofmypeople]

[Tarn doesn't have a lot of time to wonder if this was entirely a good idea... which is probably for the best, because it never even crossed his mind.

He does take a steadying step backward when Drilly here, busts upward though, because hoo boy, would you look at that mass.]

Hello there. I believe you were wanting a treat?

[In one hand he's holding a full, unopened energon cube.]

[militarybred]

[When you're the pet of one of the largest 'Cons in your world, you tend to be bred big.

The sight of the energon cube makes the creature extend some tentacles, its fangs rotating. Treat!]

[songofmypeople]

Catch.

[He casually tosses it over the creature's head.]

[militarybred]

[There goes the energon and there goes the Driller, flopping back and using its tentacles to grab and shove the cube in its mouth. It doesn't even seem to notice when it hits the ground with a thud.]

[songofmypeople]

[He waits a bit and then calls down:]

Come here and get another.

[militarybred]

[Driller lifts its head, rising itself up again, a tentacle worming its way towards Tarn's arm.]

[songofmypeople]

[The cube's bounced enticingly in his hand]

To get this one, you'll need to show me a trick.

[militarybred]

[Its head rolls one way and then the other. Trick? It's been bred for military purposes, and given who its owner is tricks weren't really something it's ever needed to do. Or that it really knows how to do. It lets out a low rumbling growl, a few blades on its tentacles starting up.]

[songofmypeople]

Hmm. That's not good enough.

Here. Put an arm here.

[He gives the far edge of his balcony railing a tap.

Let's see if/how this creature handles precision]

[militarybred]

[Driller lets out a unsatisfied hiss, but sets a tentacle down where instructed.]

1/?

[songofmypeople]

2/?

[songofmypeople]

3/?

[songofmypeople]

4/5

[songofmypeople]

[/drunk with power]