[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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[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]

[songofmypeople]

[Tarn reaches over to give the limb a pat, and maybe pick it up with his free hand, if he can.]

[militarybred]

[Oh Tarn, honey. Drillers are very good with following orders, especially this one.

No need to pick it up as the tentacle just curls itself around the hand. Treat now? It stares expectantly.]

1/2

[songofmypeople]

Stares with WHAT?

[songofmypeople]

Did I say you could do that? Release my hand.

magical driller eyes of course. or teeth. it stares with teeth.

[militarybred]

[Driller whines, it wants its treat. The tentacle recoils with another whine, and its head rolls, inching closer towards Tarn.]

Driller, Tarn is going to make you FAT.

[songofmypeople]

[What a cute little noise! That sounded positively unhappy!
Tarn's going to adopt the HELL out of you, mate.]

Your recognition of authority and good behaviour is noted. You deserve a prize for that.

[He takes his time inspecting what he assumes is a head, and then looks over that tentacle for a few minutes longer before he puts the new cube down, balancing it on top of the creature's one limb.]

driller has no problem with this! shockwave on the other hand

[militarybred]

[That head perks up. Prize. Prize is treat? Prize sounds like treat... THERE IS A TREAT ON ITS TENTACLE! Almost immediately the tentacle curls around it, and it's tossed into the creature's mouth. A few other tentacles extend out to try and coil around the Cybertronian's waist.]

Shockwave gets his Driller back, and by that time it is fat and lazy.

[songofmypeople]

Just what do you plan to do with those? While a treat, certainly, I am not edible.

[At the same time, Tarn is surprisingly touchy for an evil robot.]

But if you wish to show your thanks, I can allow it. Damage me, however, and you'll come to regret the mistake.

[In other words: hugs are A-OK! Probably!]

there will be so much scolding

[militarybred]

[Silly Tarn, all Cybertronians are edible. At least they are to its kind. But this is a fellow Decepticon, so things are okay, there's no eating to be done here. Unless it's of treats.

It lets out a long rumble in response, tentacles carefully wrapping around Tarn and pulling him up off the balcony. Keep. It will keep the treat giving Decepticon face Decepticon.]

Rrrrrrggh.

[Driller curls itself up, setting Tarn down atop it, tentacles still resting around him. Yes. Keep.]

Oh. My. God. You can't just. Scold people for their weight Shockwave. I mean, check your privileges!

[songofmypeople]

[Driller's careful movements are slow enough that Tarn is able to snatch a couple extra cubes on his way up.

.... Aaaaaand now he's not 100% sure what is happening. This was not what he envisioned when the Driller went in for tentacly hugs. Clearly this little habit needs to be beaten trained out of the critter.]

...



Autobots on the other hand, are delicious, I'm sure. [Wow, deadpan, much?]

just watch him D| no one tells him what to do. except megatron

[militarybred]

[Bad thing to say. Horrible in fact.

Autobots? Driller straightens up immediately, tentacles uncurling from Tarn and dropping him to the ground - not from too high, Driller is a good driller. Its plating ruffles and fans out, puffing itself up to look even larger as its fangs and saws spin. Autobots? Autobots where? It lets out a loud screech. Come out Autobots.]

No mate, PERFECT thing to say 1/2

[songofmypeople]

.....

[songofmypeople]

You know, there could be some in that building, over there.

[points across the street at a big, swanky looking lower-like thing]

perfectly horrible!

[militarybred]

[In the building? It lets out another screech, sliding back into its hole and disappearing for a moment. Its movement is easy enough to track, considering how close to the surface it's traveling, and it's no surprise when it pops up where Tarn had been pointed, tentacles being pushed into the building. There isn't any screaming. Autobots would be screaming right now. They're very loud.

It pulls its tentacles back and simply sits - as much as a worm creature can sit - outside the building.]

Living the dream, man

[songofmypeople]

[Tarn goes tank mode and he follows along.]

You sure there weren't any in there?

[He can't help but notice that the building isn't really destroyed as much as he was hoping.]