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// We had a flood of snow and even though it's past midnight, it's still light outside my window from it. It is incredibly confusing, makes it feel like I'm trying to sleep during sunrise.
Which I don't do already.
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The sour expression that crossed his face plating after discovering that Autobot's sabotage mirrored one of her own. While she was not exactly fond of the Warlord, she did her best to keep her optics down and work diligently. It was better to be noticed for achievements than failures, Commander Starscream being a prime example of the latter.
Hauhet's optics flicked to her datapad as well as his general area, attempting to maintain a polite amount of eye contact while still writing her report. In the light, it would be hard to see the dual pupils under lilac glass, but they might flash now and then as she worked. Venting softly, she spared the cavern entrance a displeased look.
"๐ผ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐ค๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐, ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐๐ก ๐ ๐๐ก ๐ก๐ ๐ค๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐ค๐๐กโ๐๐ข๐ก ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ข๐๐๐๐๐๐ก."
When brute force failed to eject the mineral from its earthly housing, the Vehicons were impatient to finish the job. Their original task was to guard the entrance until the mining team arrived, then split into two groups. One would remain as sentries, the other to return to the Nemesis. However, one of them figured freeing a large amount of crystals would be enough for the day and it would save them the effort of both having to wait for the team and guard them later on.
"๐ ๐๐ค ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฃ๐๐๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐. ๐ต๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ก๐ก๐๐๐๐ก ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ก. ๐ผ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ โ๐๐ก ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐..."
Soldier units were not the most intelligent of task forces.
"๐ผ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ค๐๐๐ ๐ ๐โ๐๐๐ข๐๐, ๐ค๐'๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐ ๐ก ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐๐ข๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ ๐คโ๐๐ก ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ก ๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ .."ย
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- 11.1% On Edge, 88.9% Avoidant
On Edge-Avoidant (Mistrusting):
Individuals in this quadrant share the Dismissive type's misgivings about others, but have not developed the armor of coolness and self-sufficiency that allows Dismissive types to live without attachment and bonding. Consequently, Mistrustful types recognize in themselves a need for intimacy and close relations with others, but as soon as they start to get close to others, they also find that they have mixed feelings about the whole ordeal and start fantasizing about breaking it off because they "want their space again." In short, they are neither at ease in solitude nor when close to others. Because of their simultaneous need for and mistrust of intimacy, Mistrusting types have had to spend their lives learning how to skillfully handle other people; continually maneuvering so as to keep others close and available, yet at the same time out of control and powerless to harm the Mistrusting type. Individuals of this type are often high-achieving and competent adults, but on the inside, they tend to suffer from periodic bouts of low self-esteem and be plagued by a sense of hollowness at their core. Mistrusting individuals are frequently very good at finding legitimate fault with others and sniffing out their weaknesses as a way of protecting themselves against being disappointed by others, but on the downside, this hypervigilance also tends to lead to skepticism and overly paranoid tendencies.
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Muse Name: Hauhet Least favorite nickname: Twiddles. Some of the Vehicons on her Dock crew noticed their superior's habit of spinning her pen in her digits, or how she'll occasionally finger the large disks that decorate her audios. All done without thinking. Also Big H, which is a slight mock to her lack of height. Least favorite color: Yellow. It's just...there. And gross. Least favorite season: Winter, purely for the fact that it seldom rains without freezing overnight. And flying in snow can be a little taxing, not to mention the risk of getting ice on her wings. Least favorite weather:ย Snow. Sleet. Tornadoes. Least favoriteโhot or cold:ย She tolerates both, but perhaps cold. It reminds her of the days she spent caged as a youngling. Least favorite holiday:ย Easter. Too many jokes about seekers and eggs. Someone even adopted a Christmas jingle about Starscream laying them.. Least favorite food:ย Bland energon. Medical grade. (She's very fussy when she's sick and has to take medicine for it.) Least favorite flavor:ย Facial paints that haven't quite dried yet. Or dried energon. Least favorite drink:ย Any high grade that burns. She's more of a fan of fruity and sweet drinks. Least favorite scent:ย Charred armor, spilled energon. (She enjoys the taste of the latter though..) Fried circuitry.ย Least favorite sound:ย Starscream, duh. Least favorite book:ย Starscream's glorious autobiography. The chapter where he defeated Optimus Prime single handedly is riveting. Least favorite movie:ย Not really a fan of movies. Robocop maybe? Least favorite TV show:ย Anything with enslavement/child abuse/kidnapping. Itโs enough to trigger bad memories. Least favorite school subject or area of study:ย Grunt training. Sheโs just not built for strength, books are better. And donโt complain when you punt them. Least favorite aspect of their job:ย Interacting with people. Least favorite fictional character:ย The trope of a damsel in distress needing rescuing. She rescued herself, thank you very much. Least favorite person:ย Starscream. Potentionally Predaking, too big and too spikey. Least favorite trait in others:ย Arrogance. (Pot callinโ the kettle black..) Least favorite place:ย Enclosed spaces. Least favorite thing to talk about:ย Her future, or past. Family. Least favorite thing about themselves:ย The monster staring back at her in the mirror. Least favorite sexual position:ย Anything being restrained or trapped. She can't do it, she starts to lash out and panic. Least favorite daily/monthly chore: Social interaction. Least favorite style of clothing: Decorative fabrics not made for seekers. That stuff gets stuck so easily in her joints. Least favorite activity:ย Interacting with command. She's fine in her own position, no reason to check in on her team. Least favorite superpower ability:ย Empathy. It's more of a curse. Least favorite thing about life forms in general:ย Excrement. Least favorite thing about being in love:ย Opening yourself up, only for it to be ripped away. Least favorite thing about death: You never know if it will be peaceful, or a personal hell.
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Hauhet
Strength- 9 Dexterity- 18 Constitution- 13 Intelligence- 20 Wisdom- 18 Charisma- 12
Alignment: ย Chaotic Good
A chaotic good character acts as his conscience directs him with little regard for what others expect of him. He makes his own way, but he's kind and benevolent. He believes in goodness and right but has little use for laws and regulations. He hates it when people try to intimidate others and tell them what to do. He follows his own moral compass, which, although good, may not agree with that of society. Chaotic good is the best alignment you can be because it combines a good heart with a free spirit. However, chaotic good can be a dangerous alignment when it disrupts the order of society and punishes those who do well for themselves.
Race: Elves
are known for their poetry, song, and magical arts, but when danger threatens they show great skill with weapons and strategy. Elves can live to be over 700 years old and, by human standards, are slow to make friends and enemies, and even slower to forget them. Elves are slim and stand 4.5 to 5.5 feet tall. They have no facial or body hair, prefer comfortable clothes, and possess unearthly grace. Many others races find them hauntingly beautiful.
Class: Sorcerers
Sorcerers are arcane spellcasters who manipulate magic energy with imagination and talent rather than studious discipline. They have no books, no mentors, no theories just raw power that they direct at will. Sorcerers know fewer spells than wizards do and acquire them more slowly, but they can cast individual spells more often and have no need to prepare their incantations ahead of time. Also unlike wizards, sorcerers cannot specialize in a school of magic. Since sorcerers gain their powers without undergoing the years of rigorous study that wizards go through, they have more time to learn fighting skills and are proficient with simple weapons. Charisma is very important for sorcerers; the higher their value in this ability, the higher the spell level they can cast.
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The only response she made to his first reply was an arched optic ridge, finally tearing her attention from her data pad to meet his pink gaze. Not a common optic color, something they both seemed to share. Thankfully he chose to step back, whether or not it was from her irritated gripe had yet to be seen.
"๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ข๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ฆ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ข๐โ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ก ๐๐๐โ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ผ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐ก ๐๐ฅ๐ก๐๐ ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ .."
Space bridge? Now that caught her attention.ย Straight to the point, a refreshing change from the usual social interaction that society liked to pin on her. Yet she couldn't help but be a little curious as to his status and what he was doing here. The only hulking seekers in the area were Skyquake and Dreadwing, who tended to keep to themselves unless instructed by command.
Turning to actually face the gargantuan mech instead of speaking behind her, or giving her neck a bad strain, Hauhet focused her visor on his face plating. She gave a slight cock to her helm, the large golden disks adorning the base of her audios glinting in the now unblocked sunlight.
Lilac visor dimming in thought, she tried to come up for some reason that he might need such a piece of technology. He was a flyer like herself, surely he had no issue reaching distance.
"The only such technology was used to bring our Lord home from his Deep Space expedition. It was sabotaged by Autobot forces shortly after. There is a ground bridge aboard the Nemesis, if that were to suit your needs...Sir?"
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Her wings, sat back in their swept position, twitched irritably as she increased her pace. Despite several pings over the comm, her soldiers were not responding. Perhaps the decision to leave with a team of two was not the smartest idea, but then again, this incursion was meant to be standard protocol.
๏ฟค๐๐๐ข๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐ ๐๐กโ๐๐.๏ฟค
A burst of static answered her instead of the usual grunt of affirmation she was expecting. Vehicons were replaceable to an extent, though losing them on an outing with little explanation would likely be frowned upon by superiors.ย A waste of resources and Commander Starscreamโs โinvaluable timeโ as he liked to put it.ย Hauhet could think of many different things to describe the Commanderโs presence other than invaluable, but it was during those times she found it wise to keep oneโs thoughts to themselves.
Returning to the task at hand, her servo reached behind her shoulder to the gun resting heavily between her wings. It glowed gold upon recognizing her signature, scope extending in preparation of precise striking.ย As she drew near their previous position, her scanners became increasingly muddled. Resetting her visor just to be sure it was not her optical augmentations, all four pupils narrowed upon the digital map that had projected itself in front of them.
The screen flickered before her with the landscape hovering in three dimensional form, narrowing to the two purple insignias of her soldiers. Which were flickering heavily from interference ,the coordinates sputtering before blanking out completely.ย It was a short attempt to locate them, but it worked. Navigation was completely dependent on her optics and other senses, something that made the rear of her processor tick with anticipation.
Shadowed frame moving swiftly through what appeared to be a wooded area, the miasma within her core expanded from its usual circumference.ย It was enough to make her nearly slam into a tree from the sensation, one sheโd not felt sinceโฆthem.ย Energon lines danced as if they were aflame, restrained energy metaphorically leaping from the cracks in her armor. Yet she was drawn to whatever was creating the digital disturbances.
And what was suspending her Vehicons in the air, their visors dark but frames still thrumming with life. Hauhet wanted to repel from the field that swept over her, and judging by the gilded figure in front of her, they were just as confused as she was.
โ๐-๐โ๐๐ก?โ
Not one of my proudest moments, she thought, as she paced idly below her former assailants. Who were currently suspended in a telekinetic hold, knocked unconcious by a swift overcharge to their neural systems. She was capable knocking a frame offline with enough charge in her field, not that she liked to use it. Such situations as having two blasters pointed at your chassis called for such tactics.ย Now what to do with them?
She couldnโt allow them to go free, yest they contact whatever maniac ran that branch of the Decepticons. While a giant glowing femme with six optics and eight arms would spin quite a tale, there was always the chance of it being taken in truth. Her ship was built for stealth, not battle. And using the warp drive in such close proximity to an inhabited planet posed its own problems.ย Killing them was the last thing she wished to do.ย
So here she was, pacing and mumbling to herself what to do with theseโฆVehicons, were they?
Her answer came in the form of a small seeker, who nearly tripped over her own pedes at the sight of the two soldiers suspended in mid-air. Immediately her EM field flared out in guarded curiosity, the returning wave enough to make her feel suddenly nauseous.ย Outwardly she appeared just as surprised as the Decepticon femme in front of her, but like the other, a war was happening within.ย
The presence that had drawn her here stood before her, looking quite uncomfortable to say the least. She rasped out a soft exclamation of surprise, the hint of a Kaonite accent tickling her glossa.ย
Quintus had felt this before. Similar to the tug between herself and her cousin, Stella. Or Megatronus, perhaps. The polar opposite to her Emberstone, but lesser, as if diluted. Still running deep within the thrumming spark of the other, (she could hear it), but nowhere near strong enough as one born with the taint or directly infused with a shard.ย How interesting.
Whereas Quintus had felt nausea, it appeared as if the seeker was about to purge her tanks. Pale face plating, strainged grim-oh.
Oh dear.ย
Seems she spoke too soon.ย Itโs a good thing she was used to the sight of half-digested energon, what with her younglings and all.
Theyโd speak, hopefully when the other stopped dry heaving into a bush.
Not soon after her she expressed her surprise verbally, the Seeker began to feel a pull within her. The normally dormant miasma within her flared with recognition, the Prime's energies its starting flare.ย She'd experienced a slight pull with the Five, but never one so strong, so familiar. Yet the other's curiosity felt like burning tendrils against her field, sending her composure into a shattered spiral.
Hauhet's core normally reacted in a volatile and outward manner when she was faced with an attack, now it acted as if it had been burned and wished to curl in upon itself. Such energy attempting to contain itself instead of spreading through her energon lines made her tanks immediately curl. Almost like she had been overdoing it, but without the internal bleeding and pounding processor ache for the orn afterward.
Before she had any chance to analyze the other's unique signature, warnings blared across her visor as a premature warning to her tanks choosing to purge themselves right that moment. A conveniently located bush was the recipient of half digested energon, the aqua fluid making itself home in the lush foliage. As well as scorching a few leaves in the process. Foreign fuels and flora did not make a good combination, it was unlikely the plant would regrow those areas..
Unlike the normal fire burning through her lines, this one was incredibly sickening, in more ways than one. Her systems were trying to peel the very inner lining from her tanks, as least that's how it felt.
Beneath her visor, her dual pupils flickered in confusion, catching glimpses of golden optics widened in concern.ย A servo outstretched as if to help, then pulled back when a particularly painful heave made her double over into a wobbly crouch. After a moment, the loud whine of her cooling fans attempting to bring her core down to a suitable temperature was the only sound in their haphazard meeting place.
Straightening to an upright position made Hauhet nearly ill once more, but she just barely restrained herself. Wings nearly pressed into her thighs from discomfort, the seeker fixed the strange femme with her most stern glare.
"๐-๐โ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข, ๐๐๐ ๐คโ๐๐ก ๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐ก ๐ค๐๐ ๐๐ป๐ด๐?"
A quick wipe of fluid from her lips, and she was nearly the imposing figure she normally thought herself to be. Perhaps looking a little disheveled, but on average it was enough to get questions answered.
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Heโs starting to think he canโt even take a cygar break without running into someone new these days.ย
Justโฆ donโt mind him, heโs just gonna puff away and pretend heโs invisible.
It appears she's been off in her own world once more, optics scanning the data pad in front of her with no care to the outside world. Nearly running into a teal leg did, however, put a chip in her concentration. The Quartermaster nearly gave an irritated retort, before trailing her optics upward in surprise.
Why was everyone taller than her?
"๐ด ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐'๐ก ๐ฆ๐๐ข?"
// Got home from a funeral yesterday, cousin passed unexpectedly. And also working most of this week, so activity is and will be spotty. Just lettin' y'all know.
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Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the best of Megatron/Optimus moments from IDW.
Plus a bit of Regeneration One. Itโs a different universe, but itโs still IDW Publishing.ย
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smol psa
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It was ironic how many numbers passed in front of her optics. Their supplies never seemed to add up, a drone misplacing energon here and there. Primus forbid they fire off a shot, again.ย Salvage crew was still wiping the previous dock workers off the walls of the energon receiving dock.ย Normally they would be punished by being sent out to replenish supplies, but seeing as all that was left were a few charred pieces of plating, the Quartermaster once again needed to clean up her subordinate's mess.
This included mapping out a large enough area to yield what had been lost in the explosion.ย At times it was easier to locate a new source than continue digging within a current mine.ย Energon veins that were closer to the surface required less mechpower and resources than scavenging for scraps.
Dry terrain beneath her pedes proposed a possible solution to this entire mess, so she had nearly hit 'confirm' for a layout when a shadow descended upon her view. At first she thought it to be a tree, but she'd selected this particular area for its lack ofย towering flora.ย That, and this shadow was easily thrice her height.
She'd been so engrossed in her task that her senses had not detected whatever, or rather whomever, now stood in her direct light.ย Not bothering to give the visitor the courtesy of meeting their possibly curious gaze, she kept her attention fixed upon her data pad.
"๐ผ๐ ๐กโ๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐กโ๐๐ ๐ข๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ก ๐ ๐๐ก๐ข๐๐ก๐๐๐, ๐ผ ๐ค๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ข๐๐๐ก๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐ข๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ฆ ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ . ๐ด๐๐ ๐๐๐โ๐ก๐๐๐.."ย
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what the fuck is intimacy? how does that work? lettingโฆ. people be close to you? what the fuck is int