General Break Out | TFA OC
@break0ut.bsky.social
A Decepticon General. A heavy flier with a torpedo symbiote. I serve the Decepticon cause in whatever way necessary—currently stuck on the mudball Earth since my ship is broken. Tracker forced me to make this. https://break0ut.straw.page //NSFW rp account
...It is not often that I wish I didn't have optics. This is one of those times.
Laserbeak: Premi is already dead Soundblaster: Cant let Laserbeaks hear work go to waste, nutritious
@lugnutsupreme.bsky.social No more explosives, weird crystals and spare parts or whatever Blitzwing said. You're suppose to work along side your fellow Decepticon's, that'd be hard when they all hate you.
LUGNUT THEY WERE BORN LESS THAN AN ORN AGO
IF THE BLAST HIT THEM THEY WOULD BE FINE, IT BUILDS CHARACTER
He is my sparkling, Strika. Watch your tone when you address him.
Who the frag is this pest?
[General Break Out's door opens, and three spheres go rolling out quickly. They transform, running around like they're looking for something. Or rather, someone. They're making little chittering and squeaking sounds to each other.] ((Anyone who is at the Decepticon base can find these buggers.))
[In the Decepticon base, Break Out is scrolling through a datapad, reading Bluesky posts while trying to pry Spitfang off his forearm with his other servo. Suddenly, he freezes up. His spark stops spinning for a long moment. There's no way. It's not possible. His spark quickly speeds up too much.]
I have found this human social media site and have decided to join it. I'm not entirely sure what the point of it is, but I'm here now.
All of the sparklings are now awake and unrolled. I am officially never getting recharge again. They're all identical except for their optics, which have different colors and shapes.
You are wrong on this, human. According to this nations laws, even those who are not considered citizens have rights. That extends to us as well.
You are below a citizen. You are below an animal. You are a machine. You have no rights.
[Break Out is currently holding the first sparkling in his servos and trying desperately to keep them there, so that when Alice walks into the room he doesn't accidentally kick her or step on her. She does not agree with this safety plan, however, and is leaping around his servos like she's burning]
I put them in their nest, turned away to clean up an oil spill, and suddenly she was on the berth hopping around like a madmech.
One of them has already unrolled. I’m going to implode.
One of them has already unrolled. I’m going to implode.
Update: they're in their frames. They're still curled up in balls at the moment, but they're rolling around on my berth happily. I don't know how they have so much energy already. I can already feel my prospects for recharge slipping away rapidly.
So, just after I headed back to base from visiting Blight, the triplets decided now would be a great time to emerge. I'll be in my room while I help them integrate into their frames. Only Alice or Tracker will be allowed in for now. Anyone else, and I fear I'll become too aggressive.
So long as everyone involved knows that you are mine and mine alone at the end of your time.
I gotta ask... God it would be SO hot if he's jealous and protective of me.
EEEEEEEEEEE BREAK OUT IS MY BF THATS SO FUCKING AWESOME AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I CAN'T EVEN CONTAIN MY HAPPINESS WHEN I'M AROUND HIMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh good gods.... What the frag is happening?
[file attached.pdf] …. Don’t tell Dexa
For as creative as humans can be, I get the feeling we won't need their shows for quite a while. The Autobot Primes will give us all the entertainment we could ever need.
...The cravings are beginning. This is going to be annoying.
So... I just came back from the medic. Turns out I'm sparked with triplets...
The next time I see either of you, I’m scruffing you and dunking /you/ in the glitter.
HAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH- F HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA - R
To whoever attempted to prank me by putting glitter in front of my office door, I want you to know that it did not work. Or rather, it only worked partially. Instead of me stepping into it by accident, Tracker saw it and dove helm first and rolled in it. I have been cleaning him for SEVEN HOURS!!!
Hello, Bluesky. After an extensive amount of paperwork suddenly hit my desk, I am finally prepared to deal with the annoying organics on this site once more. Do not expect quick responses; I have only gotten the paperwork to a manageable level. I am not yet finished with it. I doubt I ever will be
//Since everything has kind of blown up, my accounts (General Break Out, Omen/???, and Brunner) will be going on indefinite hiatus. I may end up deleting these accounts as well, but I doubt it. In all honesty, I'll likely just end up forgetting about them (eventually).
[Walking out of the common room on base, Break Out finds his thoughts wandering. They'd been doing that a lot lately, and he doesn't know how to feel about it. Tracker's behavior has been strange since he met that organic, and Break Out keeps getting helmaches when he looks at the random alcove in-