scaredskywarp

He yelps a bit and whimpers softly as he stares at them. Looking super confused for a while as he tries to keep optics on them all.

“….I…i…b-but how? I look exactly like Starscream. How can i be beautiful?” He thought because he was a clone his own looks didnt matter much because he was a copy.

«Oh.» Vewfinder giggled, walking closer. «You think you look identical?» Spectro huffed «Color, my dear. Color changes something balanced into a madness sometimes.» «And shape!» Spyglass added «Clone yes, but you’re younger. Your plating... softer»

«pretty mech... look here»

Skywarp yelps and backs up. Looking towards the voice. “W-wh-what?”

scaredskywarp

Skywarp yelps and rubs his optics. Wings fluttering frantically. After a moment he looks at them again. Listening before covering up his own face.

“I….I c-cant…be….S-star never really said i…was..”

Spyglass jumped closer, easily grabbing onto a wing now the mech was too distracted, and swiftly landing on a shoulder. «Lies, lies.» he chuckled, grabbing a wrist to pull his servo away. Spectro just grabbed the arm and pulled, not needing to climb «He lied.»

Viewfinder opened his arms and grinned up at the mech «you’re damnbeautiful, my dear mech.»

«pretty mech... look here»

Skywarp yelps and backs up. Looking towards the voice. “W-wh-what?”

Aaaand Picture! So sudden, so out of nowhere. Perfect to catch the mech off guard, without having him posing or getting more anxious than how he already was. Or risk to have him trying to hide. «Thank you darling.» «You look so pretty, I knew it» He did, really. «Aw, did we exaggerate? »

«pretty mech... look here»

Skywarp yelps and backs up. Looking towards the voice. “W-wh-what?”

the-scrappiest-weaponsmith

Scraps looked at Viewfinder, “Well, it’s been a while since I have acted as a field medic, but you wouldn’t quite explode?” “For a cybertronian, in my honest medical opinion? It’s like… the human gun game, where there is a thingie, a bullet? And every time you transform you pull the trigger for catastrophic system failure.” Scraps then nodded, “However as a mechanic, these work well enough for duel form weapons, it would work very well as an artifical t-cog.”

Ah. So, dangerous for a mech but useful for weapons. This was a problem. Very much so. He had to report right away to Soundwave. Yes, the third in command wasn’t the responsible for mechanical devices, but he was their superior. Spies all reported to the spymaster, obviously. And then he would have talked to Megatron... or directly to Shockwave. He wasn’t talking to Starscream about this. As beautiful as he was, and as much as Reflector loved to stay around him... he really wanted to avoid to give him ideas to kill Megatron and then end up getting shot for going to tell Starscream first.

«So... for weapon it’d work well» Spyglass started «But on a mech it’d be good for...» «Information?» Spectro said quickly.

Well, it wasn’t difficult to understand. Put that stuff inside an Autobot and then trigger him to transform. Maybe not painful, but good for a psychological trauma.  «Don’t get us wrong. We don’t torture people. That’s Shockwave’s job. Or Vortex’s. ... occasionally Hook’s». even if he was a medic. Viewfinder raised both servos «It could be used on us too. By Autobots. They’re very hypocrite, calling us monsters for our methods.. when theirs are just as disturbing-»

«Hmmm... Fluffy... can you come here for a moment?»

Scraps looked up in surprise, the glowing half constructed firing component was placed down as the fluffy mech looked at the three mechs who were actually one mech, “Yes, how can I be of assistance?”

coldbloodedcopter

The Combaticon chuckles deeply at the ‘messy’ comment. This is nothing compared to his usual work. The mech snapped sooner than expected so there wasn’t that much of a mess to clean up. “Hmm?” Vortex peered down at the Spyglass. “Oh, it must of dropped when I was carrying everything else. No big deal. So long there’s no trails of energon down the corridors I won’t hear any complaints.”

He steps over to where Viewfinder is and points out the knife for them. “I already cleaned it but that’s the knife I used to cut up the Autobot. Maybe next time you’ll see it after it’s been used. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like you to hurry up so I can finish cleaning the rest of this.”

«Killjoy.» All three Reflector units commented at his words. You can’t just tell a photograph to hurry. Not them at least. They had to take their time to study colors, shadings, texture, lights...  Spectro finally stood up from the puddle and looked down ta himself. He looked like he was the one who did a massacre here, with all that magenta staining his knees and his arms. Viewfinder was tempted to bring the knife away, just to look at it a bit more. Luckily the other two decided not to make Vortex angry, trying to steal away his stuff.

 Okay it wasn’t stealing but... okay, no taking it away. Spyglass shrugged «Maybe Shrapnel will sniff it and go eat it. Or... bring it to his hive, whatever.» «Yes... anyway, we are satisfied so bye» Spectro huffed.  Reflector quickly ran out. All three units on a line, one after the other. There were surely better things to watch.  Now they lost interest in the stuff in Vortex’ workshop.  they could happen to stay focused on a subject for a very long time or... incredibly short. It really depended on their mood.

coldbloodedcopter

The Combaticon’s helm slants to the side after hearing the responses. Who knew these little mechs were so interested in… dirty work. “You are welcome to do whatever you want. Touch, take pictures, take a souvenir if you want I could care less.” He turns away and leads the other two down the corridor while still carrying Viewfinder in his servo. Not letting them go just yet.

When arriving at the location Vortex pings the doors to open and steps inside. Only then does he drop Viewfinder when strolling over to the scene. Most of the mess has been taken care of, the big pieces at least, but there’s still a lot of small bits here and there. Along with blood splatter on the walls and a pool of it on the floor. “Well, here we are. The scene of the crime.”

«Frag, no!» Viewfinder yelled up at the helicopter in disgust. Souvenir? What the Pit? they took pictures, nothing material! «We ain’t taking slag from your workshop. We’re not materialistic.» more like... voyeuristic. It was different. Still sick in case of dead things but, different!

Needless to say, as soon as all three were allowed on the crime scene indeed, the Reflector units began to run around all curious.  Viewfinder and spyglass stopped to look at the wall. «Ah! Look at that! how did you get that gore up there?» «Bet he tore the piece away when it was still partially attached, and then when it came off it made a slag all over» «Messy...» Spectro mumbled, pretty much busy kneeling almost inside the puddle. Getting his servos all dirty and looking at them closely. then he started to search for all the tiny pieces around the room. «I’d not say it’s messy, come on, our standards are lower. We’ve seen worse interrogators’ workshops. He’s pretty clean compared to those.» Viewfinder replied while climbing around, obviously looking for the knife here. «Still how did that arm get out in the hallway?» it was Spyglass’ turn to go up all close to Vortex’ leg now «Did you just throw it in a random and forgot the door was open? If that’s so, you sure know how to throw things. You sent it for a travel there.» 

the-scrappiest-weaponsmith

He popped back up holding one of them in his mouth, Yellow optics glowing, letting the camera mechs see the little mustache on his fox muzzle, he dropped it down and began speaking, the mustache wiggled a bit as he sneezed to clear his vents of dust. “Similar in structure to one of My previous designs, mind you I was making weapons that turned into other weapons, but instead of spamming raw materials into forming what I needed it looks like the builder just… Tried making it from scratch? Gotta give the humans credit, they really did try to do something really cool huh.”

«Yes.. yes they made them pretty similar.»  Which made Reflector wonder how they came to put their hands on a T-cog in the first place and what did they plan on doing with that.

«Will they ever work? » Spectro asked «I suspect if we were to replace ours with that... we’ll blow up.» «I wonder if they tried to use those to make one of their vehicle transform in a mech...» Spyglass mumbled «That would be stupid» Viewfinder quickly replied.

«Hmmm... Fluffy... can you come here for a moment?»

Scraps looked up in surprise, the glowing half constructed firing component was placed down as the fluffy mech looked at the three mechs who were actually one mech, “Yes, how can I be of assistance?”

the-scrappiest-weaponsmith

<<There’s definitely some useful stuff in her, wow! I guess it’s true what mechs say about trash being treasure. Wow!>>

That little tail was going crazy now, wagging excitedly as scraps went after an object that caught his interest…

The just a little spacy weapons maker didn’t even notice that he had gotten his picture taken.

«Trash is trash just for those who throw it away, fluff» Viewfinder crossed his arms, staring at that soft tail. The other two seemed just as interested, but Spyglass wanted to touch again. He went to poke it every now and then with the tip of his digits.

«So you have it all, anything you see in there, is yours. Just, those fake T-cogs... we want you to give them a look, find out what’s up with those. It’s all we want as a price for anything you want to take from this box.»

«Hmmm... Fluffy... can you come here for a moment?»

Scraps looked up in surprise, the glowing half constructed firing component was placed down as the fluffy mech looked at the three mechs who were actually one mech, “Yes, how can I be of assistance?”

the-scrappiest-weaponsmith

Scraps twisted, transforming into his fox alt an scampering towards the mess of supplies, he sniffed, pawed at the mess, then pounced, slamming into the junk, buried up his waist, fluffy butt and tail sticking up in the air.

Look at that. Look at that alt mode!

Spyglass couldn’t resist and reached over to touch that soft fuzzy tail, firs with just the digits, then wrapped the whole servo around it, giving a light squeeze, before moving away... so they could transform for a second and take picture before separating.  It just... happened so fast to decide that. They needed to take a picture of that. 

«So what do you think?» Spectro purred, leaning close, as if nothing happened.

«Hmmm... Fluffy... can you come here for a moment?»

Scraps looked up in surprise, the glowing half constructed firing component was placed down as the fluffy mech looked at the three mechs who were actually one mech, “Yes, how can I be of assistance?”

the-scrappiest-weaponsmith

“New materials, hmm this could be just what I need for my little passion project, after all I’ve tried so many of the common contraption and a lot of the uncommon ones to.”

He hopped down from chair his desk, the glint of bright silver from a reworked surgical sight glinting for a moment in the shifting light, “Soundwave is the… Hmmmm…” Scraps tilted his head down, he didn’t really take much time to know who was who in high command, he knew his chain of command, but, couldn’t pick the mech’s out of a line up… Save for Shockwave and Megatron. “The blue one right?”

Blue one.

«I’d say he’s more navy, than blue...» Spectro commented, obviously. «But yes, him. He’s the communication officer, third in command.» Viewfinder wrapped an arm around Scraps, sliding his digits against his side «careful around him or his cassettes, fluffy. Megatron happens to listen to this mech and believe him right away. Spyglass nodded «not saying he doesn’t trust Shockwave... but the scientist is on lower rank level.» Right below, really. But still lower. They reached a storage. «You can keep everything we’ve found.» this place was full of filth, really, but Reflector knew nobody would have went to touch anything. A box got pulled closer, then opened. «Everything you’ll see in there was created by human. Even if there’ll be something that’ll look extremely Cybertronian. you’ll understand when you’ll see it.» Cables, pieces of plastic and metal, smaller wires, devices left half constructed too. And... some round objects that really looked like... T-cogs.

«Hmmm... Fluffy... can you come here for a moment?»

Scraps looked up in surprise, the glowing half constructed firing component was placed down as the fluffy mech looked at the three mechs who were actually one mech, “Yes, how can I be of assistance?”