[action; Megatronus' Temple]

[staresat]

[Near the northern tip of the Haven, a visitor began to noiselessly pass into the valley of Megatronus' quadrant. While it did have the machinery to stay aloft, it was less a jet and more a flying frame tightly built around a large cannon - a gunship of sorts, and one of alien make. Fixed to it's underside was a box. Just a dull box. Any superficial decoration had been removed.]

[Upon reaching the different abodes of the quadrant, it lowered to a hover, engines still silent. The package was deposited onto the ground, and the craft banked to the left before changing back. Looks like it- now a he, was waiting for someone.]

...

[ooc: feel free to poke this weirdo now or on his way out.]

Comments

[whirlybird_of_prey]

What kinda answer is that?

[Rhetorical question! The answer is: the kind of answer you give when you're up to something shady.]

[staresat]

[The implied accusation doesn't seem to elicit much of a response, save for his helm cocking back in a way that seems to hint at some sort of condescending amusement.]

[Yeah no, he doesn't have to talk about his business. He's just going to continue along his path.]