VOLTSWITCH

[ Mrrgh he's rather be flying.. shaking water from his plating the golden gladiator took off with ease. City visit? Perhaps. He was running low on energon stores ]

Sure.

[ Seemed like pulling teeth to talk with this one. Though it was similar to how Void first interacted with Hot Shot.. With a powerful wing beat the con lifted off. A surging rush of wind to accompany. Goodbye for now, jeep. ]

Stores can be told at anytime, Hot Shot. If you ever wander back to the forest that is.

You've caught me in a decent mood.

[ Transforming back to his alternative mode and stretching his wings.]

Hope that it will be the same outcome next time.

Correct .

[ Wings raised slightly as they produced ambient electricity crackled between his golden plating. Audial pieces twitched forwards. ]

[ 'mouth' mandibles shifted slightly. Optic narrowed momentarily aswell.]

I was an entertainer.. A gladiator.

No..

[ Sigh. Tail Thudding against the ground. Really how many eons had he been stuck in stasis. ]

Around the time of when Decepticon beliefs were shifting was when I entered stasis.

Left here. To rust. I am aware the war is over. For now.

Yes.

[ Lense focusing on it for a few more moments.]

It was not in existence during the uprising.

[ Oh he's old. That old. ]

I missed alot in stasis.. proven again.

Your face and name hold no significance to me.

[ Yeowch. Transforming into his root mode, the empurata predacon stared down at Hot Shot. Near daethsaurus height really.. glancing at the insignia]

That insignia.. What is it.

[ Either really old or no knowledge of the war.. or both..]

[ Horns adjusted, he didnt answer immediately. Not that he got visitors very often to these neck of the woods ( KNEE SLAP). Sure, he'll bite. ]

Voltswitch.

No More**

[ Remaining optic contracted to get used to sudden light changes. Not as sensitive as void!. The other optic was there but lacking power. ]

Noisy, crowded and unecessary.

[ Snort. ]

What are you here for. No kire than idle conversation?

[ Tail thunder against the earth below. ]

[ Squinting, continuing the approach until all of his proportions were clear. A wyvern , golden plating showing wear and tear with black and navy accents. Horns flared out like bull horns ]

This is my* territory.

[ Wing arms settled on the ground to act as support ]

[ Slowly taking a few steps forward, he was massive. The jeep only to the size of the wyverns hip. Worn Decepticon insignis on his board chest plating. ]

You.

[ He remembers. Where's that copter friend? ]

What do you want.

[ Atleast he isnt blasting on sight ]

[ He would. Most certainly, annoyed that there were trespassers after seekers decided to be funny last time. Horned helm peering in from the shadows. Brilliant gold against moonlight, single red optic to show for it. Sharp exhale, staring at the wrecker.]

[ Electricity crackled across plating, a static feeling that meant something large was nearing. What minimal light provided was temporarily bolstered by cracking energy in a less dense patch of woods. Followed by chittering, a common vocalization for predacons. ]

[ It was relatively quiet, a waning present moon minimal illumination through the dense brush. Outside of critters scurrying about after hearing Hot Shot's vox ]

Shibe

Sighhh okay

I dont think hot Shot would be the type to know gladiators

He is an entertainer but from eons ago

Shibe

Why are you this way Hot Shot..

Shibe

Truly

Shibe

HELLOOO?

Okay

He still bums in the woods tho

No.

[ Pushing the crate forward with sharp talons. ]

I took excessive this run. It is. Extra.

[ Besides, he still owes Onslaught for telling him of the place regardless.

[ Understandable ]

Supplies.

[ The crate had a certain brand on it. The supplier that Onslaught told him about..? ]

Internal tracking systems.

[ He said bluntly before folding a wing and leaning down to deposit the crate ]

This is for you and your group.

[ Spawns* Junping down from the rooftop, container on his dorsal. Neck craning around to stare ]

So it was correct.

[ Landing on top of combaticon Headquarters. Sir how did you get here. ]

Now, you will not find many medics able to repair predacons.

But, firstly.. Who are you.

[ Grunting noise while twitching his tail. A wave for her, take your grouchy partner too. ]

Do it.

Have you done internal maintenance scans to see what the issue is.

[ He doesnt come off as very friendly but he settled at the edge. Wings used as support.)

Are you capable of standing.