#unknownsoldiers; lieutenant

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@unknownsoldiers

Send 🚪 for our muses to get stuck in an elevator together (Lieutenant) BAD SITUATIONS: STARTERS

Blackguard inhaled deeply, exercising all of her ventilation pathways by rushing the stagnant air through the entirety of her system. It wasn't a relieving exercise, especially since the dead-air couldn't offer any cooling for her frame, but it did help to calm her nerve some and ground her mind back into the moment again. Anymore, she was all too quick to let her mind wander off into work, getting wrapped up and twisted in all the nuances and annoyances of politics.

But then again, as she came back to the reality right in front of her and was met with a rather... interesting choice of music inside the ascending elevator she started to second guess her choice of mindfulness. Maybe getting lost in work thoughts would be more merciful than this recording.

As the elevator eases its way to a stop on another floor, she briefly considers getting off just to escape the music. Walking isn't so bad and the sights around the mall could prove to be more calming than the inside of this box.

Then, the doors slide open to let in the other patron and she sees him.

(x)

"Lieutenant?"

[trustme-imamedic]

Lieutenant when I play with his beans™

[badautobot]

🎉💖 Happy birthday, @trustme-imamedic !

@unknownsoldiers commissioned this Pharma/Lieutenant piece as a gift for you! Hope you have a lovely birthday <3

[anotherhumanpet]

@unknownsoldiers​ [x]

“One of these days this planet will be destroyed.” Tormentor comments with thinly veiled disgust, looking over all the nature the organic world has to offer. Gross. “Then you won’t have to think about it anymore.”

Lieutenant has been partly paying attention to his Commander since the local showed up in his sensing range. At least, given how young and primitive the planet is, the inhabitant shouldn’t know Cybertronian. Eavesdropping isn’t a concern, for now, but Tormentor is as he wanders about the area, glaring at everything and probably picturing it all ablaze. He nears where the organic life form poorly hides, and if Lieutenant hadn’t reacted in time, he would have been crushed like the rock beside him under the Commander’s foot.

Slowly, the avian raises up, away from the walkie on the ground while keeping the organic hidden in his hands.

“Those were what are known as Quintessons,” Lieutenant reminds, “If I am to blame anything other than myself, it is them. The planet should not pay for what the few outsiders did.”

“We should still burn it.” Tormentor insists, “As a warning or symbolism.”

Lieutenant’s gaze narrows. “There is no ‘we’ in this, only you.”

“It could be.” The massive tank grins.

“No.”

Tormentor frowns, disappointed but doesn’t push it any further. Instead, he takes it as a cue to leave. With that, he comms Colossal for an Orbital Jump.

The hands were closing in on him and Dennis couldn’t breath. Without that radio he couldn’t get help and without help he was going to die. Squished like a bug, or suffocating in the vacuum of space, of withering away from neglect and malnourishment; The list went on in his head and Dennis’ breathing became more labored as he gave up on his efforts to find the radio that was nowhere near him. It wasn’t acceptance to the the fact that he was going to die because he was never going to be ready for that - not while he was still so young and so full of life - but rather a surrender to it. Fighting seemed useless to him now so he’d let death come and take him as it would, hoping that however he went it would be quick and painless. Or at the very least painless.

He wasn’t lucky enough to go without pain though.

Out of no where his whole body started to hurt, like everything - literally everything - inside him was being jumbled around and rearranged. Dennis groaned as he doubled over, holding his stomach tight while the strange feeling completely enveloped him then backed off seconds later. A breath he hadn’t been aware of holding would slip past his lips in a heavy sigh as he slowly lowered down to lay across the palm of the Decepticon’s hand, waiting for the aftereffects of whatever that feeling had been to pass. Part of him would idly wonder if the Decepticons had called for a space bridge because the way he felt was similar to how he’d feel after passing through a ground bridge, only more worse - like it was more intense. The implications behind that, if his theory were true, were... worrisome, so he quickly banished the thought and focused instead on nursing his nonexistent injuries, trying to take deep breaths of air while his lungs were only capable of handling shallow, panicky breaths.

[dubious-signs]

SS Log: Visiting the ReVerse 3

[Part 1] / [Part 2] / [Part 4]

SIC’em - SG!Skywarp (written by @primuswhyme) ProgramThis - Kay (human oc written by @primuswhyme) SnipeHunt - Bluestreak (@speakeasysniper) wanderlvst - Dennis (@anotherhumanpet) SoothsayerTemp - Temperance (@divinethemeaning) Lt.010412 - Lieutenant (@unknownsoldiers)  Menage-a-Trois - SG!Starscream (written by @primuswhyme) Recklessinred - Sideswipe (@wily-red-and-galeforce-gold)

[Context: The aftermath and letting everyone know what happened...]

[PUBLIC CHANNEL]

SIC’em (SG!Skwarp):   

Our apologies for causing so much worry. I would like to inform Kaylynne's and Cass's friends here that they are safe and not much worse for wear. There was an incident. It's been handled.

My thanks for your help in bringing them back safely.

ProgramThis (Kay): 

Yeah we're cool. Sorry for worrying you guys.

SIC’em:  

Kaylynne you are supposed to be RESTING.

ProgramThis:

Right, right. Just wanted to back you up, Sky. I'm headed to bed right now.

ProgramThis has logged out 

SnipeHunt (speakeasysniper): 

I helped \o/

wanderlvst (anotherhumanpet): 

Is everyone okay

SIC’em:  

Fulltilt will need several surgeries to get his shoulder working smoothly again and Soundwave's optics will need some cosmetic replacing along with his visor, but Cass and Kaylynne are mostly just sore with minor bruising and Kaylynne's arm will need a new cast, but that is, to my knowledge, the worst of the injuries.

wanderlvst: 

What happened to Fulltilt and Kaylynne

Does Cass have her phone

I've been trying to call and she didn't pick up which is normal given what happened but

They didn't take it from her did they

Or still have it 

SnipeHunt: 

Uhhh he got some bullets in him but nowhere super vital or he would have been dead WAY before we got there lol he'll be fine

wanderlvst:

😐

SoothsayerTemp (Temperance/divinethemeaning): 

Cass is shaken but not seriously injured from what she said. We told her to get some rest so I don't think she'll be returning anymore calls or texts tonight. But she does still have her phone.

SIC’em:  

@SnipeHunt is correct. Fulltilt took a long range plasma shot to his rear bumper and a close range shot to his left shoulder joint. Hook informs me it wasn't fatal, but to discourage chase and to leave a message.

wanderlvst:

Oh

That

Sounds scarier than it is I guess

idk 

SIC’em:  

Kaylynne's arm was broken from a previous misjudged jump and unfortunately Goldbug's hospitality does not include being gentle with healing injuries.

wanderlvst: 

Glad you guys and they're alright

Oh

Did Goldbug make it worse

SIC’em:  

It will need to be reset.

wanderlvst:

So

Yeah

SnipeHunt: 

Tell Signs I'm sorry if I scared her with the transforming trick I was kind of in a hurry to get the hell out of dodge and I didn't want to drop her

SIC’em:  

I will inform her in the morning.

We will escort Cass to the space bridge in the morning @SoothsayerTemp

SoothsayerTemp: 

Thank you. Please let us know if there are any updates we should be aware of.

The next morning… 

[PUBLIC CHANNEL]

Lt.010412 (Lieutenant/unknownsoldiers): 

Seems everyone is safe.

Menage-a-Trois (SG!Starscream):  

Yes. We're seeing off Cass in a little bit.

They slept in, but they needed it.

Lt.010412: 

Humans run on such low battery as it is.

They require more recharge.

Menage-a-Trois:  

Well they did have a rough night.

We're glad they're okay.

Lt.010412: 

They did. Good to know they are safe

Menage-a-Trois:  

Though Cass is still a bit shaken..

Recklessinred (Sideswipe/wily-red-and-galeforce-gold): 

it's good she's resting. Last night was uh not great

thanks for letting us pitch in

Menage-a-Trois:  

Again, thank you for your help Sideswipe.

Recklessinred: 

anytime o7

[wily-red-and-galeforce-gold]

[smoking-gunformer]

((Trying to get back into the swing of it so redraw of an oldie but a goodie ft. Lieutenant from @unknownsoldiers

[conning-and-grifting]

💬 *thonks* Torms n Lieu

Grifter: Ah have the biggest friendboner fer mah Amica an’ Ah will fight anyone that gives him slag- Ah will fraggin’ wreck ‘em. His face is smoochable, his spark is made brighter’n a nova, an’ were Ah not helm-over-pedes fer Lockjaw Ah’d probably’ve tried t’conjunx th’ slag outta ‘im back in basic th’ first time he beat me inna brawl.Lieu is keepin’ ‘im alive an’ makin’ sure he ain’t gettin’ messed up too hard inna fight. Fer a noble, Ah like ‘im. He ain’t as snooty as th’ rolled optics an’ manners’d make ya think. An’ Torms loves him, Ah ain’t gonna second guess mah Amica- ‘specially when Ah can see what he likes about ‘im.Y’all ain’t allowed t’do nothin’ but have a happy ever after, y’hear?

[forgedcold]

MUSE’S HANDWRITING!

Go ( here ) & pick out a font that resembles your muse’s handwriting the closest.

Anyway, none of those were messy enough, so I went here.

Along these lines, but pretend they’re Cybertronian glyphs. His handwriting is nearly illegible, and since most fonts are for design purposes and therefore meant to be read, it’s hard to find anything that’s essentially a scribble. He prefers to type rather than hand write anything so he doesn’t have to be asked: hey Megs, what does this say?

Tagged by: @starsabered Tagging: @martyrix, @vicsaur, @strscrm, @vagasbonds​ (Tailgate), @photobombingcryptid, @unknownsoldiers (Lieutenant), @righthandshuttle​ 😉, @eloquent-music​

[voraciouslyindulgent]

@unknownsoldiers​

Cont. from [x]

[msg:] Up until ‘Ambassador of New Kaon’ I was certain these were meant for me. They will be disregarded as requested.

[msg:] Nothing positive has come about life in recent weeks. Some trouble with the Autobots taking offense to my presence in their base unannounced. It is not a recommended place to stay.

[msg:] I remain alive, therefore I shall not complain.

[msg:] How have you been? Busy?

[text]: I have no reason to be discontented with you, Lieutenant. I harbour the utmost respect and adoration for you.

[text]: Is there a particular reason for your decision to visit an Autobot base? I hope they haven’t caused irreversible harm.

[text]: I have been well. And busy, yes.

[skywxrpxd-blog]

Disobedience

unknownsoldiers‌:

Despite his name, Lieutenant doesn’t have actual authority over the Seeker. (Not that Skywarp would really listen to him anyway.) He watches the expression change with his own remaining the same. Silently, he grabs the smaller flier’s hand to hold it in his own.

Typically, he doesn’t like touching others. They have their own personal space that deserves to be respected. As of right now, the presenter of the brief needs respect and their attention. So Skywarp’s personal bubble is lower on to totem pole.

Ah yes, authority. Skywarp frequently goes out of his way to show mechs just what he thinks of it.

Like now, when he has almost completely stopped listening to the brief and is instead focusing on pushing his hand toward the object on the desk that he technically has no interest in beyond it being a tool to annoy another, straining to keep moving with Lieutenant’s hand clamped around it.

[heligooddeals]

@unknownsoldiers​: “Hey..” [x]

Her plating flares at the sound of the Lieutenant (Lieutenant)’s voice and Blackguard scrambles to sit up from the sofa, panicked and alarmed but trying to not look like she was so. The wide-spread rotors and beaming visor were a dead giveaway though and she struggles to rein them in before resetting her vocalizer.

“H-Hey. Hey. Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in.” Or even know that he was coming. Somebody forgot to call ahead - or maybe Crossfire forgot to forward the message. She’d figure which it was later. For now, she’ll hurry over to her desk and pick up a datapad, opening up her finances and scrolling through the records to double check that payment had been sent to the crew of the... whatever it was Lieutenant (Lieutenant) and Tormentor were on. “Did I forget to pay you guys? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

[trustme-imamedic]

Pharma stands in the massive mirror covered bathroom, in front of one of the mirrored walls he was quite close, leaning forward to see— making sure each stroke of the paint brush was perfect with ever steady servos. 

He decorates his porcelain soft face with golden paint, Midas tears stretched all the way down his face from blue optics and he had already moved on to his mouth. A red robe he could not get up past his wings draped at the bends of his elbows and hung down around him completely untied. At this point it was really just to make him feel a little less open without certain pieces of armor that were still in the machine that had already polished them. He didn't have enough time to do that by hand. 

When he heard Lieutenant walk through the doors he didn't stop his task though, simply speaking up when he heard the presence of his Conjunx “We've got to be there in about two hours—” Pharma says dragging that gold covered brush down the middle of his lip and down his chin “-I'm almost finished.” A lie, not an intentional lie, but Lieutenant should know by now that Pharma’s almost finished requires almost a whole other hour. “So you should have plenty of time to do anything you need to.” Pharma assures him. 

Finally that line down the middle of his lips was as thick as that prominent chin below them and he was satisfied, Pharma finally catching sight of Lieutenant in the mirrors he presses his lips together a few times to smooth it out then smiles at him, turning around to face him. “Unless you want to help me get all the rest of that mess on,” He glances over to the rack that held the abundance of decoration he has earned over the past five million years— There was a little purr to his voice that made him consider his sentence ‘asking nicely’, Pharma walking his digits up Lieutenant’s chest a bit before he rises to his tippy pedes and presses a little gilded smooch to white lips. 

@unknownsoldiers

[anotherhumanpet]

unknownsoldiers said: ϟϟϟ for a drunk text

[::Jakc] [::Freaking respond already omyg]  [::Stop ignoring me you buttt]

[anotherhumanpet]

Chained >u>

[ Send “Chained” to have successfully captured my muse for a thread ] 

Dennis tried his best to stay hidden - really, he did - but his efforts evidently weren’t enough. Whether it was because he ducked down too late or because the rock he had chosen to hide behind wasn’t big enough to do the job, the teen still found himself suddenly scooped up by the smaller of the two Decepticons he had spotted wandering through the Nevada desert and held in the space between their hands. Panic immediately set in and his breathing became shallow as he felt like the hands were closing in on him.

He couldn’t be a pet again. He couldn’t be taken away to Cybertron and lost forever. His dad didn’t need this. He didn’t this. With trembling hands he reaches into his pocket, pulling out the radio Silas had given him and that he had started carrying on his person since the pet incident, and attempts to page the M.E.C.H. commander only to drop the device as his trembling hands couldn’t get a grip on it. “Scrap.” He whimpers, palming at the metal hands in an attempt to find his ticket to a rescue. “C’mon, c’mon. Please. Where are you?”

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