#redinrevolt: redstrike

[rodismancave]

"I'd say Fuck the Primes but I wasn't sure if you were being literal and it's kinda hard to go and fuck myself." -Redstrike

“You’re a prime? How’d that happen?”

[ascheming]

@red-in-revolt continued from x

"It's not that I lack it; I simply doubt you share my particular brand of humor. Few do. Consider me marginally more interested, should it be as you say."

[dizzydiodes]

💭 - pick a muse any muse.

He's so hard to read, I can't figure out how to act around him. He's much nicer than I originally thought he would be -- the bar's pretty low with Decepticons, but he's a pleasant surprise. He's never tried to kill me, I think. Probably because he's not from around here. Sometimes he says things that stick in my processor for days.

I think he's...intimidating, but not scary. He knows another version of me who sounds like a great 'bot...and a lot better than me. I'm scared that he compares me to him, and he already knows a whole lot about the other guy. That makes me nervous.

[ascheming]

"... Now does it count as having wings if you combine with another mech but are still in complete control of the transformation afterward?" -Redstrike // @red-in-revolt

"Typically I wouldn't, but for you, I might make an exception~."

[dizzydiodes]

@red-in-revolt said: 🔪 +reverse (for Redstrike)

It happens so fast, Bumblebee doesn’t react until the slowly greying Decepticon collapses on top of him with the scent of fried circuitry heavy in the air. He doesn’t even know this one’s name -- it’s one of those super common Decepticon builds, where they all look like Starscream, but with less grating voices. But Bumblebee hadn’t seen a green one on Earth before, which means he probably came all the way from Cybertron. Just to die on the hot sand of an alien desert. 

Bumblebee has seen dead bodies before. It doesn’t make this easier -- the fact that he’s pinned under one is actually worse than usual. The spy tries to push the form off of him with a noise of panic. He would have been embarrassed by that, if anyone else was around--

--but someone must be around. Because Bumblebee certainly didn’t take the Decepticon out. He lost his blaster early on and had been playing cat-and-mouse with various Decepticons for the better part of the day. With a very obvious grunt of effort, the minibot manages to raise the heavy corpse enough to recognize the much larger form of Redstrike. 

“I...did you...what are you doing here?”