((Independent OC ask/rp blog. I track the tag "askhummingbird" and "songbirdoftyran".
Current M!A: none
Permanent M!A: can sometimes possess a larger frame; can dock with her brother every 5 days.))
songbirdoftyran asked: Bite meme: *noms on a piece of helm fin*
—grins, highly amused, and reaches up with a feeler to run a light claw down her dorsa to tickle her—
**Yes, he’s missed you too, Little Bird~**
She wiggles under the tickling carress and giggles.
"Sorry. I wanted to visit sooner, but I’ve been too worried about leaving my spark mate for too long. I shouldn’t stay too long as it is." She nuzzles at the side of his helm.
The conundrum she faces in going home is that she can’t talk. So how could she communicate with her spark mate that she is her?
And the Cape can be kind of dangerous for organic creatures…
What does this organic creature even fuel on?
Don’t give up, Blaster. I’m coming. This is what I was sparked for. I’m almost there. Just hold on. Just a little longer. Be strong, Blaster…
Or at least, Hummingbird hopes she is. She’s been chasing leads for months, watching and waiting and biding her time. Soundwave in her audial during the lunar cycles doesn’t help, but even the spy master knows that the small spy bot can get in and out without even being known. Not that the spymaster would admit to it.
Finally, the lead every bot has been holding their vents for comes through. But a good spy bot cannot go rushing in, plasma cannon blazing at every good sign.
When her vent exploring leads her to the music mech as predicted, Hummingbird’s quickly pinging the confirmed coordinates to Pedalback and Soundwave before she’s bursting in and rushing over to the battered cassette deck.
"Blaster!" she exvents softly.
"H-hey, s-songbird," Blaster vents. The poor mech seems to have been beaten to within an inch of his spark. His face plates are dented, one optic flickers, his tape deck doesn’t seem able to close, and there’s energon leaking from cuts all over his frame. She tries not to let the shock show on her face plates, but her wings droop and fold. Coolant stings in her optics as she takes in the damages.
Hummingbird tries her hardest to block the rush of memories of herself being in this exact same situation. Something tells her this isn’t Shockwave’s handiwork, though. Blaster can tell them all who did this to him later, but right now it’s important to get the music mech out of this awful place and to a medic.
"Hang on just a little longer, Blaster. Help is on the way," she encourages, pulling at his stasis cuffs. The mech relaxes, letting out a slow, relieved, yet gurgling vent.
"It’s all over, Blaster," she croons, releasing the last of the bindings as a ground bridge portal beings to glow. "We’re getting you home now. Your family has been worried sick."
For the rest of her existence, she will empathize with the trauma Blaster has endured.