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Alt Mode(s):- Spider with Wasp wings
Primary Function: Guardian
Secondary Function: Cyber Ninja (In training) and Spy
Weapon(s): Venom stingers and power drain stingers.
Strength(s): He can fly with his organic wings in bot and alt mode. He is trained in ninja bot physical modes. He does know some basic weapons but still does not have an official weapon for himself. He prefers hand to hand combat and use of his venom and stingers. He does not have to rely on weapons.
Quickstrike is a fast learner when he has motivation to do so. He has a softspot for sparklings, but at the same time doesn't really know what do with them.
Weakness(es): Though he is a robot, he does not have many computer and technology skills. He also has no wish to learn more than what he needs to get by on Cybertron. This lack of knowledge of the technology around him may lead to issues, comedic and battle hindering.
His wings are not useful while in spac
D-Con Mission 1: QuickstrikeQuickstrike came into the Guardian headquarters, crawling his way into the main room. He remembered getting quite a few drinks from a bot named... Blast something or other. Luckily, he felt he was holding his over energoned state very well. A very small con looked up at him as Quickstrike passed by. He had heard human stories of seeing pink elephants when drunk, but he was pretty sure the tiny femme was real.
He had never been in this condition before and he promised to Primus silently that he never would again.Though his audios had a slight buzzing, everything else around him flowed smoothly. He saw Shockwave nearby and saluted, "Sir. Reporting in Sir. Sorry, This is not the over-energized for me to be in an normal state sir."
If Shockwave had an eyebrow to raise up at the young bot he would have been doing so. Quickstrike's even tone even when saying drunk gibberish gave way being drunk was not a common occurrence.
"I see. Can you at least get off the ceiling when checking
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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