thesoundlessvoid:

@mightymegatron

::Heh, I’ll keep that in mind. Shitty company is always appreciated.:: He takes a deep breath, the burn in his lines still there.

::Soon, I will take you up on that. …I am also in possession of your cockpit glass, I can return that as well.::

::It is good to hear from you.::

Blackout manages to sit up, patting the ground around his nest until he finds the cygar he left there. :: Oh, that’s where my glass went. He sent it to you. Great. ::

The tyton sighs softly. :: I’m sorry. About the whole … bullslag and all. :: He lights the cygar and takes a long vent full. :: Grindor is as crazy as they come. Keep an optic out for him, if he could send you something, he knows where you are. He says he’s a Herald of Unicron. ::

::Apologizing for being tortured? Seems we’re both sorely in need of company.:: The name gives him pause. His thoughts go to Rigel. That was where he had tracked the mechling before. Does the beast know his current location?

::…I have known Heralds, but it sounds as if yours is more willing and active than mine. Even so, I’m unconcerned for myself. I have some rather unfortunate experience in this area. Should I bring a medic along?::