[Video]

[notyourblueangel]

[The Link comes on with a jostle and a flash of blue.  Nope, not Thundercracker - or...well...technically, it kind of is, oops.  It's the little one - the firelizard, that is.]

[The other one, the Seeker, can be seen across the room.  He's . . . well . . . he's huddled in the center of his berth, knees drawn up, wings high and quivering softly, the other three firelizards - Screamer, Sky, and Numbers - clutched to his chest like he's trying to protect them.  He's attempting to wave at the fourth, but he keeps snatching his hand back from reaching over the edge of the berth.  He looks pretty freaked out, his voice a stressed whisper.]

Cracker!  G-get over here!  You don't want them to catch you, do you?

[He keeps darting glances around the berth like he's afraid there's a monster under it and it'll reach out to snatch at him any minute.]



((ooc:  Guess who got turned into TFA Skywarp! 8D found yellow energon crystals.))

Comments

[deadlydoctor]

[If only Knock Out knew what the heck is he talking about.]

Are you insane? Dustbunies aren’t even alive. What’s a vorpal?

[notyourblueangel]

Vorpal! They're . . . they're vorpal!

[That's not how you explain something, birdbrain.]

They're . . . they've got big teeth! A-and they can even tear into armor!

[deadlydoctor]

I heard you the first time. I still don't know what that's supposed to mean. They are just dust, not alive. Is your processor glitchet? Are you really talking about scraplets?

[notyourblueangel]

I...

[Hang on. Oops, processing error.]

[His optics go BRIGHT with panic.]

Y-yes! Yes, that's what they are! They're s-scraplets!

[HELP ME SAVE ME HELP ME SAVE MEEEE]

[deadlydoctor]

[At least Knock Out can understand being scared of scraplets.]

Where did those come from? And I can't see any on the video but if they there you should leave the room as fast as your thrusters allow you to fly.

[notyourblueangel]

[Thundercracker lets out a soft, pathetic whimper, whispering as if he doesn't want them to hear him and come swarming out.]

T-they're under the berth…

[deadlydoctor]

You are a jet, you can fly away! And you have weapons on you, don't stay there waiting for them to eat you. [So helpful, Knock Out.]

[notyourblueangel]

R-room's too small to fly! [Yes, that was another soft whine. BUT . . . to his credit, his rifles do power on, humming as they cycle up, as he starts to edge for one side of the bed, getting his feet – his thrusters – under him.]

[deadlydoctor]

Then run.