The wolf tilted her head before moving closer, sniffing at the Autobot. The fur was sending out heatwaves, thin wires 

heating up againstvthe cold climate. “I have no idea how you got here comrade but you are near the Russian border.”

Her ears flicked before moving againstvthe cybertronian, offering warmth. “Climb on, I bring you to shelter.” Heavy russian accented, the femme was build to survive weathers like this.

"You are different from your counterpart blue eyes. Some mech with red eyes came but he was frozen before we found him."

     Warmth seeps from the tips of the wolf’s fur, and she absently inches forward — glad to receive any sort of heat within this harsh climate. There’s a moment of silence as she considers  offer. 

       It was a risky move but Arcee decided to trust the other femme. Swinging a leg over the other’s back. Servos resting between the wolf’s shoulder’s blades as she settles her weight upon the arctic’s back.

       ”Wait, did you say red eyes. Do you remember his build, or anything?” Arcee inquires, wondering who would have come all this way on their own, and why.

The femme slowly walked forward, against the wind. Her body was build to withstand the extreme cold due the heating mechanism. Slowly they approached a gate with russian language on it.

"The humans have abandoned this place since the nuclear meltdown. Because we helped prevent an explosion, our kind was allowed to live here." Passing the gate with no trouble, most humans avoided the plac due radiation. "The red eyed mech never made it past the forest. He got lost." Moving through the forest, the wind became less but it was a creepy looking forest.

Blue came to a halt and pointed towards the frozen body of the eradicon. “Poor mech, will take centuries for that to rust.” Meaning her pack will have to clean. The whole place was giving static due the radiation was it was building up when they were getting closer. “If winter becomes less, I can show you. Looks like cybertron.” Her body hunched as they moved uphill in which they got a view of the abandoned ghosttown.

Knockout hadn’t been very busy this orn. He’d seen several vechicons for a multitude of injuries, ranging from popped tires to busted energon lines, but after that rush, everything…

Role Play with bluemoon-bloodspark (closed)

Knockout’s helm shot up as he heard the doors to his medbay swish open, he expression fell flat as them omitted Air Commander Starscream. Injured once more by Lord Megatron. If that blasted seeker would quit egging the tyrant on than he’d stop wasting his medical supplies, especially his cosmetic cache.

The medic’s attitude turned as the Seeker started re-telling the story about the creature on his table. He’d forgotten the silver seeker used to be a scientist, an exploration scientist at that, back on Cybertron before the war. The mech most likely knew of all sorts of species that Knockout had yet to hear about, even in stories. His interest in this creature had doubled by the end of the story. Truly fascinating.

Insistent beeping of the monitors had fallen on dead audials as Starscream was caught up in his explaining and Knockout was enraptured by his words. High processor functions were nearly maximal. Vitals increasing. Onlining complete.

Still, it wasn’t until the seeker began backing up and posed his question that dread filled the medic. His expression fell, “Uh, no. Was I supposed to?…”

At Starscream’s weary and near fearful expression, Knockout jumped for the magnetising restraints that were implanted into every medberth. Hoping he’d be quick enough.

He wasn’t. Her body rolled off the bed as Knockout jumped for the button. Metal claws clanked against the wall. Her optics were looking around in panick. A cornered wild animal was dangerous.

Starscream watched her while slowly backing up. “Do not make sudden moves, it might trigger a reaction and you can do more than fixing a dent.” Claws and teeth made to tear cybertronian armor.

Silence was in the medbay but when the door opened, chaos was there. The poor eradicon who came to check upon the medic never saw it coming. Her body moved quickly, dashing through the legs of the SIC before jumping and sinking her teeth into the soldier. Her claws dug into the chestarmor like a hot knife into butter.

Starscream kicked the attacked soldier out and locked the door. “Comm Megatron. He knows how to deal with the creature.” Screams of the con on the other side of the door soon died out and the sound of metal being crushed echoed through the air.

Knockout immediately jumped to comm. the Decepticon leader as he stood at the ready. This creature was more than strong and was scared out of it’s processor, those two combined meant hell for him or any con that got in it’s way.

::Lord Megatron, sir?!::

The medic sent the commed with an added location ping for empathis, his optics not leaving the door the creature had disappeared behind.

::What?!::

Came the irate reply, though Knockout could care less about eliciting his Leader’s wrath. There was more important matters to take care of.

::There a situation in medbay involving a … dog-like creature thought to be extinct. Commander Starscream said you’d know how to calm it.::

Lord Megatron sent back an affirmative before cutting the transmission. Meanwhile, Knockout was still standing hopefully safely behind the berth near Starscream awaiting Megatron’s arrival.

"We need to train it. Megatron is dominant enough to force the femme in submission. Hunters are damn good in tracking mechs, femmes, sparklings and mostly energon." He wanted to research the creature. The fur was so warm, was it a heating mechanism?

Blue moon was standing over the dead con, eating out his oiltank. However when Megatron approached, growling turned into whining. Her body lowered to the ground, tail between legs and neck exposed.

Starscream heard the whine and glanced at the door. “My liege, do not kill it!” If the femme died, it ment mostly the wrath of the pack. “Where did the vehicon find her?”

Knockout willingly kept back, letting the mechs who knew what they were doing take over. Lord Megatron had the dominance and strength to protect himself, while Starscream had the knowledge and cowardess to get away. Him, on the other servo, couldn’t risk his finish, let alone his spark for catching the creature. Once it was restrained then, sure, he’d approach and repair it. Until then, he stayed back.

“I didn’t ask.” The carmine mech answered the seeker’s question, though he didn’t look away from the door the creature was behind, “He brought it in and left.”

Not very much later, Megatron came in with the creature and dropped it on the table. A few dents in the shoulders and clawmarks across the chest. Starscream quickly helped to strap down the creature.

The lord left again an Starscream started to inspect the Hunter. “Their fur is amazing. Thin wires build to heat up, allowing them to survive cold and hot climates.” He grabbed a knife and cut some off. The short spot immidently started to grow again.

"Techno-organic." He moved the lips to check the fangs, quickly checked the paws and ears. "Knockout, feel the fur. It is so soft." Silverwhite fur with darker spots. "By the looks it is a young omega. A femme none the less." He looked at the medic. "The alpha is just a bit taller than Megatron so we should be lucky."

If they could train her, she could track down energon for them. “Their nose is specialised to find energon and find a specific mech or femme.”

Blue growled against the strap but remained down to let Starscream do his thing. Her optics set on Knockout, watching him with curious intend.

Knockout halfheartedly listened to the seeker’s explanations after Lord Megatron had brought the creature back into the medbay and it was strapped down. It was a definite relief to have it secured now, no one would take on any damages from it’s claws or sharp denta.

He stepped forward, closer to the medberth, wanting to hurry it’s repairs. Though he started when he noticed the creatures gaze locked onto him. Why was it looking at him? Was it planning attacking him if it got the chance? He didn’t like the intense gaze, especially from a creature of great strength it seemed.

"Ah, sure sure." The carmine medic absentmindedly replied when the silver seeker told him to pet the beast. Deftly and gingerly, he ran his servo over the greyish ‘fur’ ear the creature’s helm. It was extremely soft. "Whoa." He muttered under his breath as he stroked the creatures for a few more times.

The intense gaze broke when Starscream was getting to close to the paws and she gave a loud snarl as warning. When Knockout  rubbed her ear, she closed her eyes in relaxation. It was good to be petted over the sensitive ear.

"Oh stop your growling beast." as he inspected the paws, receiving a kick in the face. "Eto byla yasha sobstvennaya gshibka." That was your own fault. She spoke, and it was russian of all languages.  Her head moved into the touch of the medic, as if to stay to continu. He knew where to pet.

"I think this is not a rogue but an omega that got seperated from her pack." The fur was well kept, cleaned and shined bright in the light of the medical lamp. Reaching in his compartment, Starscream pulled out an energy crystal and allowed her to sniff. "I think she could be very useful in the energon hunt."

Knockout noted the creatures intent on the energy crystal once the seeker pulled it out, “If she that intent on every energy source than yes, looks as if Lord Megatron has found a new energon scouter.”

A second thing he noticed was the creature leaning into his touch as he ran his servos along its neck or behind her ears. Repeating the actions to hopefully continue to soothe the beast, he picked up his scanner once again to begin running it over her for a detailed scan of her injuries.

It appeared to be in little pain and the severity of her injuries seemed minimal, though she’d some energon and rest. Then perhaps they could locate the pack.

"What is your name hunter? Are you a rogue or part of a pack?" He moved the crystal closer and repeated a muttering of gentle. She reached out and bit into the crystal, munching on it easily.

Starscream quickly took some messurement. "Blue moon, from the silverpack." She replied in russian. Starscream quickly translated and frowned. "Silvermane, the largest hunter of all. His beta, Redclaw, is a known seeker hunter and fought in the pits with Megatron."

He quickly walked out of the medbay, leaving knockout alone with Blue.

Her body tensed as he called her out. Instinct told her to obey, common sense told her to flee and her spark said to stay where she was. This was a dangerous mech to deal with. In the end, instinct won over spark and common sense.

Tail between her legs, Blue moon peeked over the car and watched him. Blue optics watched the red ones and she knew with who she was dealing with. Megatron, leader of the decepticons. "Watch out, er ist gefährlich. Sie ärgern ihn nicht." The gladiator who survived the pits for many many battled.

As soon she was closer, she noticed how big he truely was. “Ne pokazyvat’ strakh.” Be strong, do not show fear. The tail slowly moved back in position as she jumped on the car, forcing the humans inside to run away quickly. Her ears dropped. “Lord Megatron, I have heard many stories about you.” Be polite, gentle and remain calm.

Megatron’s optic ridges lifted when the femme creature made an appearance. Interesting. His claws flexed as she spoke, engine rumbling quietly, surprisingly. "You have?" He gave an ‘honoured’ look, though it was full of sarcasm. Of course she had! They all had! With a grunt, he crossed his arms over his chest and eyed the other’s expression. He could smell her fear, though she did well in hiding it.

Many he had killed had said the same thing to him. What made her so different?

Stepping closer, Megatron grinned. “Do tell, what are these…stories?" His helm cocked in time with his twisted chuckle. "They might just make my day."

"Well..our beta, Redclaw, used to fight in Kaon as well, in the pits." She jumped off the car and into the open. If she needed to run, she would have a clear path. "Not only who you killed but also how you killed. He also told.. how you freed cybertron from the slavery." The war did bring freedom to the hunters so in a way, it was true.

"He told that you were big and strong, a true alpha, a leader." Her ears kept moving around, trying to locate any suprise attack, her nose sensed the surrounding, picking up every scent there was. When he got too close for comfort, her omega instincts made her lower her head in submission and back a little.

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Knockout hadn’t been very busy this orn. He’d seen several vechicons for a multitude of injuries, ranging from popped tires to busted energon lines, but after that rush, everything…

Role Play with bluemoon-bloodspark (closed)

Knockout’s helm shot up as he heard the doors to his medbay swish open, he expression fell flat as them omitted Air Commander Starscream. Injured once more by Lord Megatron. If that blasted seeker would quit egging the tyrant on than he’d stop wasting his medical supplies, especially his cosmetic cache.

The medic’s attitude turned as the Seeker started re-telling the story about the creature on his table. He’d forgotten the silver seeker used to be a scientist, an exploration scientist at that, back on Cybertron before the war. The mech most likely knew of all sorts of species that Knockout had yet to hear about, even in stories. His interest in this creature had doubled by the end of the story. Truly fascinating.

Insistent beeping of the monitors had fallen on dead audials as Starscream was caught up in his explaining and Knockout was enraptured by his words. High processor functions were nearly maximal. Vitals increasing. Onlining complete.

Still, it wasn’t until the seeker began backing up and posed his question that dread filled the medic. His expression fell, “Uh, no. Was I supposed to?…”

At Starscream’s weary and near fearful expression, Knockout jumped for the magnetising restraints that were implanted into every medberth. Hoping he’d be quick enough.

He wasn’t. Her body rolled off the bed as Knockout jumped for the button. Metal claws clanked against the wall. Her optics were looking around in panick. A cornered wild animal was dangerous.

Starscream watched her while slowly backing up. “Do not make sudden moves, it might trigger a reaction and you can do more than fixing a dent.” Claws and teeth made to tear cybertronian armor.

Silence was in the medbay but when the door opened, chaos was there. The poor eradicon who came to check upon the medic never saw it coming. Her body moved quickly, dashing through the legs of the SIC before jumping and sinking her teeth into the soldier. Her claws dug into the chestarmor like a hot knife into butter.

Starscream kicked the attacked soldier out and locked the door. “Comm Megatron. He knows how to deal with the creature.” Screams of the con on the other side of the door soon died out and the sound of metal being crushed echoed through the air.

Knockout immediately jumped to comm. the Decepticon leader as he stood at the ready. This creature was more than strong and was scared out of it’s processor, those two combined meant hell for him or any con that got in it’s way.

::Lord Megatron, sir?!::

The medic sent the commed with an added location ping for empathis, his optics not leaving the door the creature had disappeared behind.

::What?!::

Came the irate reply, though Knockout could care less about eliciting his Leader’s wrath. There was more important matters to take care of.

::There a situation in medbay involving a … dog-like creature thought to be extinct. Commander Starscream said you’d know how to calm it.::

Lord Megatron sent back an affirmative before cutting the transmission. Meanwhile, Knockout was still standing hopefully safely behind the berth near Starscream awaiting Megatron’s arrival.

"We need to train it. Megatron is dominant enough to force the femme in submission. Hunters are damn good in tracking mechs, femmes, sparklings and mostly energon." He wanted to research the creature. The fur was so warm, was it a heating mechanism?

Blue moon was standing over the dead con, eating out his oiltank. However when Megatron approached, growling turned into whining. Her body lowered to the ground, tail between legs and neck exposed.

Starscream heard the whine and glanced at the door. “My liege, do not kill it!” If the femme died, it ment mostly the wrath of the pack. “Where did the vehicon find her?”

Knockout willingly kept back, letting the mechs who knew what they were doing take over. Lord Megatron had the dominance and strength to protect himself, while Starscream had the knowledge and cowardess to get away. Him, on the other servo, couldn’t risk his finish, let alone his spark for catching the creature. Once it was restrained then, sure, he’d approach and repair it. Until then, he stayed back.

“I didn’t ask.” The carmine mech answered the seeker’s question, though he didn’t look away from the door the creature was behind, “He brought it in and left.”

Not very much later, Megatron came in with the creature and dropped it on the table. A few dents in the shoulders and clawmarks across the chest. Starscream quickly helped to strap down the creature.

The lord left again an Starscream started to inspect the Hunter. “Their fur is amazing. Thin wires build to heat up, allowing them to survive cold and hot climates.” He grabbed a knife and cut some off. The short spot immidently started to grow again.

"Techno-organic." He moved the lips to check the fangs, quickly checked the paws and ears. "Knockout, feel the fur. It is so soft." Silverwhite fur with darker spots. "By the looks it is a young omega. A femme none the less." He looked at the medic. "The alpha is just a bit taller than Megatron so we should be lucky."

If they could train her, she could track down energon for them. “Their nose is specialised to find energon and find a specific mech or femme.”

Blue growled against the strap but remained down to let Starscream do his thing. Her optics set on Knockout, watching him with curious intend.

Knockout halfheartedly listened to the seeker’s explanations after Lord Megatron had brought the creature back into the medbay and it was strapped down. It was a definite relief to have it secured now, no one would take on any damages from it’s claws or sharp denta.

He stepped forward, closer to the medberth, wanting to hurry it’s repairs. Though he started when he noticed the creatures gaze locked onto him. Why was it looking at him? Was it planning attacking him if it got the chance? He didn’t like the intense gaze, especially from a creature of great strength it seemed.

"Ah, sure sure." The carmine medic absentmindedly replied when the silver seeker told him to pet the beast. Deftly and gingerly, he ran his servo over the greyish ‘fur’ ear the creature’s helm. It was extremely soft. "Whoa." He muttered under his breath as he stroked the creatures for a few more times.

The intense gaze broke when Starscream was getting to close to the paws and she gave a loud snarl as warning. When Knockout  rubbed her ear, she closed her eyes in relaxation. It was good to be petted over the sensitive ear.

"Oh stop your growling beast." as he inspected the paws, receiving a kick in the face. "Eto byla yasha sobstvennaya gshibka." That was your own fault. She spoke, and it was russian of all languages.  Her head moved into the touch of the medic, as if to stay to continu. He knew where to pet.

"I think this is not a rogue but an omega that got seperated from her pack." The fur was well kept, cleaned and shined bright in the light of the medical lamp. Reaching in his compartment, Starscream pulled out an energy crystal and allowed her to sniff. "I think she could be very useful in the energon hunt."

She looked at him before getting up and moving closer to the cage. His rank was something she could not figure out. Maybe he did not have a rank at all, like a rogue. Blue tried to get closer to get a whiff of his scent, taking in the specific energon scent of his wires. This was essential for hunters to regonize enemy from friend and could tell alot about a mech of femme.

He smelled like firearms, highgrade, smoke. Scents you could often find in a bar. Her ears moved back up and moved around to listen to her surrounding before scratching at the door. The cage was small, too small for her. She wanted to move, to run! Don’t thy know Hunters need alot of exercise to keep them from boredom?

Looking down at the bloodspark he rose an eyebrow. Did she want out? He had seen human’s pet dogs do something quite similar. He also did not want to loose this thing, to ensure security he closed the ‘front door’ before approaching the cage. Even with it closed there was plenty of space to run in straight lines, weave and hide. This was a factory after all.

Lifting the latch the door lifted free. Whatever she wanted to do was up to her. Swindle really didn’t care. As long as she didn’t cause too much trouble. He would have his optics on her.

As the latch was lifted, Blue crawled passed him slowly, wachting him before darting off to explore the factory. The slender movement of her body, the agile dodging. They were hunters indeed. Landing her optics on a roborat, her body skitted to halt and watched it. Head lowered, shoulders stiff as she moved closer before jumping ontop of it, killing it.

The rat should not give much energy but it did gave the needed excersize. Carrying it around proudly, Blue climbed a pile of boxes before settling down. Good jumpers, good runners.

Soon more hunters moved in on the oil and the small femme was chased away. She whimpered and begged for some oil. A large dark mech soon bit her and chased her off. Tail between legs, Blue walked off towards the city again.

≫As long as she’s out of his forest, he could really care less. He watches the others for a while before heading back toward the mountains.≪

Another wolf was following him, he did not belong to the pack. It was a rogue, the more dangerous kinds of hunters. Bigger than a usual omega, the predator was known to kill Autobots, Decepticons and neutrals.

The howling stopped after a few clicks. Death silence waved before the whining could be heard. It was soft. Struggeling could be heard and the trashcans falling down.

In the alley was a creature trapped. Definately cybertronian but the alt form gave away it was a hunter. The hunter was struggling against a metallic cord that kept her down. Soon she was out of breath as her energon dripped on the ground. The cord was tight around the neck and dug into the armor.

Getting a glimpse of the energon, Lockdown pushed on his breaks and reversed, transforming infront of the alley, staring down at the bound creature, with, of course, no intention of helping her.

"Well well… Hunter’s been hunted, mm?" He smirked, continuing to watch. "Makes a nice show. And loot, afterwards.."

Claws dug into the ground from the pain. Coughing before releasing a single howl. The howl gave a transmission, location, situation and any cybertronians around. One would be smart to prevent a howl like that.

The wire was straining before it snapped from its holding place. She could move, run but her optics fixed on him. The wire prevented transformation but her teeth were bared.

Hunters weren’t exactly something that Lockdown spent his time researching. But, he knew an attack when he saw one, and quickly switched out his servo for his chainsaw, holding it out towards the leaping hunter, grinning.

The hunter stopped in front of him grinning. Behind him came a puff that tickled the top of his head. In front was an omega but behind him was a hunter the size of the decepticon Starscream when fully transformed. It was the beta Redclaw who responded to the howl of the omega. “I believe.. that you are in no position to beg for your spark.”

Redclaw was a pitfighter of Kaon, he had his share of battles. His deepgreen, almost black fur made him nearly invisible. “I suggest you do not struggle and remove that wire.”

Sidestepping some, and turning to look back at the larger hunter, he stared up at him for a few moments, before a smile spread across his face. “I’m afraid I found your friend like this. I ain’t the mech you’re lookin’ for.” He smiled, “besides. She attacked me.” He said, looking over the mech infront of him.

Redclaw glanced at Lockdown and then at Bluemoon. Soon he began scowling her in german. She winced and lowered to the ground. Soon he began to focus back on the mech. His sensors were taking in the mech, something familiar about the bountyhunter. “Think you can remove the wire.. Lockdown.” Ah.. lockdown, good bountyhunter. Often worked for the Cons. “Is the elite still trying to capture us or did they give up?”

"Afraid I can’t get that Intel, but those ‘bots are sort of known to give up. I wouldn’t worry, too much." He shrugged, looking down at the smaller hunter, he reached down and slipped his hook under the cables binding her and snapped her free.

The larger mech chuckled before transforming back and walking to the young femme. Nudging her into the side, Redclaw forced her up and inspected the wound. “Lockdown.. what brings you to earth?”

The femme moved up, wobbled and sat down quickly with ears dropped. Those wires were something now.

He watched the two for a few moments, they were definitely strange, he’d give them that.

"What else? There’s a few targets ‘round here, might as well take advantage of that…"

"Autobot or Decepticon targets?" Both were to his advantage, if Lockdown got them, their oil supply could go to the pack. "Or perhaps some rogue hunters.. I know they were in this city for a while." A wild rogue could deliver a pretty penny if sold to the right person. Hunters were wanted creatures for defense, show or just plain dead.

"I take down whatever my client wants… I ain’t biased." He seemed to have… Misunderstood what the other had said next. "I’ve not really had much business to do with hunters. But, if ya wanted me to take someone down, I’d happily comply, as long as ya pay up."

"Oh no no no. I could never pay up in credits since it is pretty much useless for us. As for taking down, I am just suggesting where you can earn a pretty penny. After all… Don’t they love it when you bring in a killer?" Redclaw chuckled before another howl echoed through the night.

Blue was listening carefully to the message before looking at Redclaw. “They got the oil..” she spoke up suddenly, a soft voice for a small femme.

"Eh, most of my targets have somethin’ that someone else wants, or did somethin’. Wouldn’t be surprised if one of your kind ended up on my list." He gave a little shrug. He would go after anyone if the client held up their side of the bargain.

"And what does the client have to pay?" He was interested in a deal. Blue frowned at Redclaw, what was he doing?

Knockout hadn’t been very busy this orn. He’d seen several vechicons for a multitude of injuries, ranging from popped tires to busted energon lines, but after that rush, everything…

Role Play with bluemoon-bloodspark (closed)

Knockout’s helm shot up as he heard the doors to his medbay swish open, he expression fell flat as them omitted Air Commander Starscream. Injured once more by Lord Megatron. If that blasted seeker would quit egging the tyrant on than he’d stop wasting his medical supplies, especially his cosmetic cache.

The medic’s attitude turned as the Seeker started re-telling the story about the creature on his table. He’d forgotten the silver seeker used to be a scientist, an exploration scientist at that, back on Cybertron before the war. The mech most likely knew of all sorts of species that Knockout had yet to hear about, even in stories. His interest in this creature had doubled by the end of the story. Truly fascinating.

Insistent beeping of the monitors had fallen on dead audials as Starscream was caught up in his explaining and Knockout was enraptured by his words. High processor functions were nearly maximal. Vitals increasing. Onlining complete.

Still, it wasn’t until the seeker began backing up and posed his question that dread filled the medic. His expression fell, “Uh, no. Was I supposed to?…”

At Starscream’s weary and near fearful expression, Knockout jumped for the magnetising restraints that were implanted into every medberth. Hoping he’d be quick enough.

He wasn’t. Her body rolled off the bed as Knockout jumped for the button. Metal claws clanked against the wall. Her optics were looking around in panick. A cornered wild animal was dangerous.

Starscream watched her while slowly backing up. “Do not make sudden moves, it might trigger a reaction and you can do more than fixing a dent.” Claws and teeth made to tear cybertronian armor.

Silence was in the medbay but when the door opened, chaos was there. The poor eradicon who came to check upon the medic never saw it coming. Her body moved quickly, dashing through the legs of the SIC before jumping and sinking her teeth into the soldier. Her claws dug into the chestarmor like a hot knife into butter.

Starscream kicked the attacked soldier out and locked the door. “Comm Megatron. He knows how to deal with the creature.” Screams of the con on the other side of the door soon died out and the sound of metal being crushed echoed through the air.

Knockout immediately jumped to comm. the Decepticon leader as he stood at the ready. This creature was more than strong and was scared out of it’s processor, those two combined meant hell for him or any con that got in it’s way.

::Lord Megatron, sir?!::

The medic sent the commed with an added location ping for empathis, his optics not leaving the door the creature had disappeared behind.

::What?!::

Came the irate reply, though Knockout could care less about eliciting his Leader’s wrath. There was more important matters to take care of.

::There a situation in medbay involving a … dog-like creature thought to be extinct. Commander Starscream said you’d know how to calm it.::

Lord Megatron sent back an affirmative before cutting the transmission. Meanwhile, Knockout was still standing hopefully safely behind the berth near Starscream awaiting Megatron’s arrival.

"We need to train it. Megatron is dominant enough to force the femme in submission. Hunters are damn good in tracking mechs, femmes, sparklings and mostly energon." He wanted to research the creature. The fur was so warm, was it a heating mechanism?

Blue moon was standing over the dead con, eating out his oiltank. However when Megatron approached, growling turned into whining. Her body lowered to the ground, tail between legs and neck exposed.

Starscream heard the whine and glanced at the door. “My liege, do not kill it!” If the femme died, it ment mostly the wrath of the pack. “Where did the vehicon find her?”

Knockout willingly kept back, letting the mechs who knew what they were doing take over. Lord Megatron had the dominance and strength to protect himself, while Starscream had the knowledge and cowardess to get away. Him, on the other servo, couldn’t risk his finish, let alone his spark for catching the creature. Once it was restrained then, sure, he’d approach and repair it. Until then, he stayed back.

“I didn’t ask.” The carmine mech answered the seeker’s question, though he didn’t look away from the door the creature was behind, “He brought it in and left.”

Not very much later, Megatron came in with the creature and dropped it on the table. A few dents in the shoulders and clawmarks across the chest. Starscream quickly helped to strap down the creature.

The lord left again an Starscream started to inspect the Hunter. "Their fur is amazing. Thin wires build to heat up, allowing them to survive cold and hot climates." He grabbed a knife and cut some off. The short spot immidently started to grow again.

"Techno-organic." He moved the lips to check the fangs, quickly checked the paws and ears. "Knockout, feel the fur. It is so soft." Silverwhite fur with darker spots. "By the looks it is a young omega. A femme none the less." He looked at the medic. "The alpha is just a bit taller than Megatron so we should be lucky."

If they could train her, she could track down energon for them. "Their nose is specialised to find energon and find a specific mech or femme."

Blue growled against the strap but remained down to let Starscream do his thing. Her optics set on Knockout, watching him with curious intend.

Soon more hunters moved in on the oil and the small femme was chased away. She whimpered and begged for some oil. A large dark mech soon bit her and chased her off. Tail between legs, Blue walked off towards the city again.

The wolf tilted her head before moving closer, sniffing at the Autobot. The fur was sending out heatwaves, thin wires heating up againstvthe cold climate. "I have no idea how you got here comrade but you are near the Russian border."

Her ears flicked before moving againstvthe cybertronian, offering warmth. "Climb on, I bring you to shelter." Heavy russian accented, the femme was build to survive weathers like this.

"You are different from your counterpart blue eyes. Some mech with red eyes came but he was frozen before we found him."

The howling stopped after a few clicks. Death silence waved before the whining could be heard. It was soft. Struggeling could be heard and the trashcans falling down.

In the alley was a creature trapped. Definately cybertronian but the alt form gave away it was a hunter. The hunter was struggling against a metallic cord that kept her down. Soon she was out of breath as her energon dripped on the ground. The cord was tight around the neck and dug into the armor.

Getting a glimpse of the energon, Lockdown pushed on his breaks and reversed, transforming infront of the alley, staring down at the bound creature, with, of course, no intention of helping her.

"Well well… Hunter’s been hunted, mm?" He smirked, continuing to watch. "Makes a nice show. And loot, afterwards.."

Claws dug into the ground from the pain. Coughing before releasing a single howl. The howl gave a transmission, location, situation and any cybertronians around. One would be smart to prevent a howl like that.

The wire was straining before it snapped from its holding place. She could move, run but her optics fixed on him. The wire prevented transformation but her teeth were bared.

Hunters weren’t exactly something that Lockdown spent his time researching. But, he knew an attack when he saw one, and quickly switched out his servo for his chainsaw, holding it out towards the leaping hunter, grinning.

The hunter stopped in front of him grinning. Behind him came a puff that tickled the top of his head. In front was an omega but behind him was a hunter the size of the decepticon Starscream when fully transformed. It was the beta Redclaw who responded to the howl of the omega. “I believe.. that you are in no position to beg for your spark.”

Redclaw was a pitfighter of Kaon, he had his share of battles. His deepgreen, almost black fur made him nearly invisible. “I suggest you do not struggle and remove that wire.”

Sidestepping some, and turning to look back at the larger hunter, he stared up at him for a few moments, before a smile spread across his face. “I’m afraid I found your friend like this. I ain’t the mech you’re lookin’ for.” He smiled, “besides. She attacked me.” He said, looking over the mech infront of him.

Redclaw glanced at Lockdown and then at Bluemoon. Soon he began scowling her in german. She winced and lowered to the ground. Soon he began to focus back on the mech. His sensors were taking in the mech, something familiar about the bountyhunter. “Think you can remove the wire.. Lockdown.” Ah.. lockdown, good bountyhunter. Often worked for the Cons. “Is the elite still trying to capture us or did they give up?”

"Afraid I can’t get that Intel, but those ‘bots are sort of known to give up. I wouldn’t worry, too much." He shrugged, looking down at the smaller hunter, he reached down and slipped his hook under the cables binding her and snapped her free.

The larger mech chuckled before transforming back and walking to the young femme. Nudging her into the side, Redclaw forced her up and inspected the wound. “Lockdown.. what brings you to earth?”

The femme moved up, wobbled and sat down quickly with ears dropped. Those wires were something now.

He watched the two for a few moments, they were definitely strange, he’d give them that.

"What else? There’s a few targets ‘round here, might as well take advantage of that…"

"Autobot or Decepticon targets?" Both were to his advantage, if Lockdown got them, their oil supply could go to the pack. "Or perhaps some rogue hunters.. I know they were in this city for a while." A wild rogue could deliver a pretty penny if sold to the right person. Hunters were wanted creatures for defense, show or just plain dead.

"I take down whatever my client wants… I ain’t biased." He seemed to have… Misunderstood what the other had said next. "I’ve not really had much business to do with hunters. But, if ya wanted me to take someone down, I’d happily comply, as long as ya pay up."

"Oh no no no. I could never pay up in credits since it is pretty much useless for us. As for taking down, I am just suggesting where you can earn a pretty penny. After all... Don't they love it when you bring in a killer?" Redclaw chuckled before another howl echoed through the night.

Blue was listening carefully to the message before looking at Redclaw. "They got the oil.." she spoke up suddenly, a soft voice for a small femme.

She looked at Swingle with big blue optics. Hunters had optics in many colours instead of the basic blue and red. Her alpha had silver optics and his sparkbond had golden optics. Hers were a much lighter blue. “I let you think about it but I heard the Elite guard were also interested in training this beauty to hunt down Decepticons.” Meaning she will either be trained to work for Cons or Bots.

"So be quick about it.. Say, how about I leave her here so you two can get to know eachother. I come back within a few days to hear your answer for buying her or not." The mech got up and waved as he headed to the door. "Remember, hunters get agressive when they are not fed."

In honesty Swindle didn’t care if she went to the Bots or the Cons at this point. He’d have to see what she was made of first. “The Elite Guard huh? They must be getting pretty desperate then if they can’t catch us all.” The arms dealer chuckled. Not so Elite now when they have to resort to other means to track them down. He caught her eye for a second, stared at her for a second before smirking.

"Very well then, I’ll take good care of her. And not to worry, I know how to handle sticky situations." When the man left he spun quickly on his heel, hands on his hips. His smirk was gone in it’s place was a very stoic expression. "What am I going to do with you?" Sounded like he was already regretting his decision, but only time would tell for this Con.

She looked at him before getting up and moving closer to the cage. His rank was something she could not figure out. Maybe he did not have a rank at all, like a rogue. Blue tried to get closer to get a whiff of his scent, taking in the specific energon scent of his wires. This was essential for hunters to regonize enemy from friend and could tell alot about a mech of femme.

He smelled like firearms, highgrade, smoke. Scents you could often find in a bar. Her ears moved back up and moved around to listen to her surrounding before scratching at the door. The cage was small, too small for her. She wanted to move, to run! Don't thy know Hunters need alot of exercise to keep them from boredom?

Once she was on the beach, Blue had the advanage over the humans. Turning around, she suddenly crouched down as if ready to attack. Teeth bared and snapping at the group of humans before snarling in russian that they had to leave now. Ears dropped, the pale moonlight gave something more terrifying when she began to howl.

The humans stopped and turned around to flee. On the streets, they had the advantage but here. she was in her territorium.

On closer inspection, it was a mechanical. He transformed landing heavily by the strange robotic wolf. “Good work getting those humans off your tail.” He set his servos on his hips looking.haughtily at the wolf former. 

Her ears moved up as she slowly turned her head and looked at the con. Sensors quickly took in the scent and she bared her teeth at him. The fur almost looked organic, the build was slender, no boxy forms like the modern cybertronian. Bright blue eyes but mostly, there was no autobot or decepticon symbol on her.

Once she was on the beach, Blue had the advanage over the humans. Turning around, she suddenly crouched down as if ready to attack. Teeth bared and snapping at the group of humans before snarling in russian that they had to leave now. Ears dropped, the pale moonlight gave something more terrifying when she began to howl.

The humans stopped and turned around to flee. On the streets, they had the advantage but here. she was in her territorium.