#preds missed his big musical owl friend

[predakingrising]

(Continued from here x ) @thesoundlessvoid

Blackout is in the middle of Primus know's what in his office when the call comes through. At first, he is silent, but then, excitement strikes.

:: Preds? Dude. What the fuck, where you been? Are you okay? ::

Predaking had never expected to get a reply, having fully antisipated people to be furious with him for vanishing so suddenly without a trace, not even a distress beacon left behind. There one day, and gone the next- much like the titan and his nomadic ways he supposed. Perhaps that's why he wasn't met with ire?

Instead the excitement that coloured Blackout's tone has him surprised, frankly endeared the giant owl was happy to see the dragon at all- or rather hear him. However choppy the signal was.

::I believe I owe you an apology, firstly. I've-::

The predacon pauses, worrying at his bottom lipplate.

::Stranded was where i've been. I was with my creator- Shockwave. He had requested assistance to what should have been a routine inspection on his territories... It was not, as you can guess.::

Predaking sounds far more tired than the last he had met Blackout, their audacious rambles across the lush islands now long since colonised by Cybertronian and Predacon alike.

::Shockwave's entire fleet was struck into deepspace, communication dead and adrift into nebulae- it is a miracle we made it free. Your engineering skills taught to me long ago certainly made the difference.::