[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.]

Comments

An understandable mistake. Tarn's use of the royal "we" certainly doesn't clear that up.

[songofmypeople]

[The property carnage continues on for a while. Actually, it continues right up until there stops being buildings to crush and the happy pair reach the edge of the city and hit the plains proper. It was a long drive, but time flies when you're having fun.

Tarn doesn't so much stop driving as he follows the momentum forward, flipping out of a transformation and into another. A bipedal robot catches the cube before it hits the ground.]

tarn's new name = djd we

[militarybred]

[And when Tarn stops, the Driller pulls more of itself out of the ground, tentacles whipping forward for the treat.]

CLOSE ENOUGH

[songofmypeople]

[Tarn's canon arm not-so-discreetly angles up, the light pipping along its side lit and ready to fire should he need to. He stands his ground though, balancing the cube in his other hand before he puts it behind his back.]

Not so fast.

[militarybred]

[When the treat disappears behind Tarn's back its tentacles stop their movement. The Driller puffs up its plating, letting out a loud screech in Tarn's direction. It followed. It should get its treat now.]

[songofmypeople]

[Tarn stares down that screech with a frown behind his mask.]

This is the last one for today, if you want more in the future, you'll need to convince me you deserve them.

So.
How would you like to do that?