(( Yyyeeeeep. LOL, But hey, it was fun for the like… what, one week that it lasted? : / After seeing the episode how the canon was carried out I have no interest in playing the character anymore. At least definitely not the version that’s connected to Breakdown’s body or “CyLAS” as it were, but then I think it’s a bit too late to go back now. Maybe I’ll reboot the blog and be just normal Silas or something to remember better times cause I still like him as he was, I’m not sure what to do with it right now as it stands. Instant passion killer. It kind of feels weirdly embarrassing how that turned out if that makes any sense at all… I was hoping for a much better outcome given all the hype built up after weeks and weeks but then one-episode finishers are all the rage in TFP so I guess I should have seen that coming… Even Hardshell lasted longer! Dx Oh well… Thanks for the questions and stuff, you guys were fun to talk to. : )

mixxingthingsup:

lelandbishop:

Monitoring silently with his mismatched optics, burning her with their stare, he continues ushering her past the heavy divider doors which barricade the tunnel.

“Good.” Was his only reply before snapping his fingers, the ever trademark signal to sum up the infantry. A light hummed to life with a spark overhead, blinding white with all the sympathy of a horror film as it revealed the vast openness of the room to contain a carnival of cutlery. Drills, saws… all articles of mutilation shown so suddenly in the raw.

To meet her were many pairs of bulging orange goggles, the eyes of the wolf pack.

“This is my temporary laboratory… these are my ‘friends’…

And we… are MECH.”

The sudden bright light light pained her opitcs to the point that she off-lined them. She turned off her shoulder lights and flipped her visor back in place before on-lining her optics. The room was very large, with walk ways up high for the many humans that inhabited the room. Their goggles bulging and looking at her in such away that made her feel like she had just made a very bad mistake with coming here. The tools in this lab also had her re-thinking her choice. Saws made for cutting through heavy metal, large drills, clamps that look very uninviting, and other terrifyingly morbid tools.

MIXX took a step back from the ominous looking tools and humans, only to bump into the now closed, and very heavy, door. With a small squeak, she tried to hide behind Breakdown.

“Uh—H-Hello.” She whispered, trying to still be friendly to the humans, even though they were scaring her. “I—uh n-never asked w-what i-it was that y-you st-studied…Heh heh. Wh-What is M—MECH?” She asked, just loud enough for the large mech to hear

“We study Cybertronian anatomy… the power of the living machines. Your technology is a rare opportunity the likes of which would be any aspiring scientist’s dream…

Humans, as you can see, are frail. Our talents are so unfortunately limited to the point where bigger, broader schemes can be accomplished only under a group effort. Imagine a world where a single human truly contained the power to carry out their wills… to explore other worlds and grow ever stronger in our quest for knowledge and animousity…

Given your own story of wanting to belong and become greater than what you already are… surely you sympathize.”

The dramatic explanations coming to an end, he grips her with a large servo from behind the helm, his grip crushingly stern as he drags her further into the confine and tosses her to the platform amidst the ring of tools.

“This is where you show us what it is you’re made of…”

mixxingthingsup:

lelandbishop:

mixxingthingsup:

lelandbishop:

“So… Megatron targeted the ‘new recruits’ due to their favoritism to the Autobots… Seems rather hasty. And such a waste of perfectly good… attendance.” He feigned empathy as a show of good faith for her storytelling, waiting patiently for her to be just well enough into the tunnel with his optics trained ahead of him. Stoic.

Her fore-frame lights were just bright enough to show off a mangled piece of machinery tucked to the side wall of the cavern where metal dug unceremoniously into stone… What looked a lot like the flayed servo of a different bot left behind…

“I’ll ask you to forgive the decor. It’s a work in progress.”

“Th-That’s alright. This, is a new location for your lab?” She asked. She spotted the mangled metal and out a small sound from her vocalizer. She quickened her steps and hid behind Breakdown, crossing her servos in front of her.

“Quite old actually… there’s a vast roster of locations that are borne out and left for resource stripping by numerous land owners… be they business grade or government related. It’s a simple task of having a few soldiers weed out the paper work from business systems in small-time operations of stealth and theft… leaving gaps where I and my ‘friends’ can easily slip in and undermine the facility for our own purposes… Left forgotten with no record, these abandoned landmarks become temporary bases of operation… But even as it would seem safe enough, no matter how desolate, humans have a habit of becoming nosy…”

Idly kicking the limb out of the way and in no regard minding her clinging, he looks over his shoulder to her. “You aren’t frightened, are you…?”

She nodded slightly, indicating that she was listening, but not trusting her voice for the time being. She visibly flinched as the mangled metal was kicked aside and clanged loudly in the dark. Out of habit, she brightened her shoulder lights. 

At his question, she quickly backed away avoiding his gaze. “NO! No I-I’m n—not afraid! I-I’m j—just uh—um—Nervous. Just nervous is all. I haven’t met any humans and we are going to your lab where your human friends are and I just am not sure wh—what to e-expect—is—is all.” She ended in little more than a mumble. She continued walking with him but this time at his side, trying to cover up her obvious fear with false bravado.

Monitoring silently with his mismatched optics, burning her with their stare, he continues ushering her past the heavy divider doors which barricade the tunnel.

“Good.” Was his only reply before snapping his fingers, the ever trademark signal to sum up the infantry. A light hummed to life with a spark overhead, blinding white with all the sympathy of a horror film as it revealed the vast openness of the room to contain a carnival of cutlery. Drills, saws… all articles of mutilation shown so suddenly in the raw.

To meet her were many pairs of bulging orange goggles, the eyes of the wolf pack.

“This is my temporary laboratory… these are my ‘friends’…

And we… are MECH.”

Why don’t you ask one that isn’t currently on a morphine drip for their surgery wounds… I’m certain they’ll be much more suited to indulge you.

I’ll have you know the size of this missile cannon mounted on his shoulder is immense compared to human stature. I’ll also have you know that I’ve just recently learned how to operate it.

You’re welcome.

… Not this again…

…Knockout—…

Ugh… -Shakes helm.- Nevermind it… there’s plenty more where that came from and ever the opportunities left to pick up loose ends. So long as you find deliverance I am not an impatient man…

I welcome you Ms. Reyes, to the marvel that is MECH… Do steer clear of the spilled energon, it’s volatile to organic beings.

dreamfirethepretender:

We Are MECH: dreamfirethepretender started following you

lelandbishop:

dreamfirethepretender:

“I am not some child, I am very well even older than you.”

You look quite young to be making that claim… I have the feeling you’re withholding certain information the likes of which would cause me to see you from a different perspective…

“What I am is none of your business, I may look young, because by many standards I am,but to determine that someone is young by looks is one way to be in accurate, I learn by observing others, and so far from observing you, there is something about you that says. I do not want to, or do I have to tell you what I am.”

“I wasn’t aware I was in the presence of a philosopher…” He sullenly snarked with a leveled stare.

“What you are and what I am may not be as different as we’re pretending to think. As we both are clearly aware, neither of us are normal… I propose we stop wasting one another’s time and show our true attributes… And as your luck would have it, I’m a gentleman.

Ladies first.”

(via dreamfirethepretender-deactivat)

mixxingthingsup:

lelandbishop:

“So… Megatron targeted the ‘new recruits’ due to their favoritism to the Autobots… Seems rather hasty. And such a waste of perfectly good… attendance.” He feigned empathy as a show of good faith for her storytelling, waiting patiently for her to be just well enough into the tunnel with his optics trained ahead of him. Stoic.

Her fore-frame lights were just bright enough to show off a mangled piece of machinery tucked to the side wall of the cavern where metal dug unceremoniously into stone… What looked a lot like the flayed servo of a different bot left behind…

“I’ll ask you to forgive the decor. It’s a work in progress.”

“Th-That’s alright. This, is a new location for your lab?” She asked. She spotted the mangled metal and out a small sound from her vocalizer. She quickened her steps and hid behind Breakdown, crossing her servos in front of her.

“Quite old actually… there’s a vast roster of locations that are borne out and left for resource stripping by numerous land owners… be they business grade or government related. It’s a simple task of having a few soldiers weed out the paper work from business systems in small-time operations of stealth and theft… leaving gaps where I and my ‘friends’ can easily slip in and undermine the facility for our own purposes… Left forgotten with no record, these abandoned landmarks become temporary bases of operation… But even as it would seem safe enough, no matter how desolate, humans have a habit of becoming nosy…”

Idly kicking the limb out of the way and in no regard minding her clinging, he looks over his shoulder to her. “You aren’t frightened, are you…?”

Hm…

mixxingthingsup:

lelandbishop:

Pausing his steps and edging back from her enthusiastic approach, his optics shift to the side somewhat inconspicuously to avoid her wide eyed gaze. “…Yes. I was given the privilege on a few occasions. Unfortunately I’m unaware of the location of where he and his team reside…” Eventually he’s forced to gently nudge her back to his side with a large servo, finding it strange trying to talk to someone while they were back-walking in front of you.

“He’s a respectable mech. A leader in every sense of the word… but even he has his weaknesses. Seeing as you’re a drifter, I can understand your situation. Finding protection on this planet is wiser than you think…” A flash of gold from the glare of his optics deep within the tunnel seemingly emphasize his unstated point.

“But I must ask… Have you not considered joining the Decepticons? I’m intrigued to know what makes you decide Autobots to be a fairer choice in your eyes…”

MIXX stood in awe for a moment when she was nudged back to Breakdowns’ side. “Wow….” She whispered, but she regained her focus at he question. her back wings drooped as she remembered the events that she could of when she left Cybertron.

“Well, like i said, I was a yougling when the war broke out. For a while, both Autobots and Decepticons left the youth sectors alone, but, As many of the youglings grew into Mechs and Femmes, more and more of them were joining the Autobots. Megatron considered the youth sectors a threat and destroyed them. M-My Sire, Sent my—Mother—and I away while he and some of the other Mechs tried to protect our homes until the Autobots arrived. But they didn’t make it in time and my Sire was killed. Makim, My mother, nearly went mad from the spark-break. but maintained enough of her processor to get us as far away as she could. And, Just a few vorns ago, My mother was killed by a Decepticon seeker. Decepticons scare me.” She finish in a whisper. 

The darkness of the tunnel was starting to get to her so she lifted her visor to allow her optics to illuminate the dark a little bit with their violate light. She also activated the lights in her shoulders, letting the blue light shine around her so she would not trip. 

“So… Megatron targeted the ‘new recruits’ due to their favoritism to the Autobots… Seems rather hasty. And such a waste of perfectly good… attendance.” He feigned empathy as a show of good faith for her storytelling, waiting patiently for her to be just well enough into the tunnel with his optics trained ahead of him. Stoic.

Her fore-frame lights were just bright enough to show off a mangled piece of machinery tucked to the side wall of the cavern where metal dug unceremoniously into stone… What looked a lot like the flayed servo of a different bot left behind…

“I’ll ask you to forgive the decor. It’s a work in progress.”