Ready to lay the smack down on some helpless fool...
*About a week after her initial dash out of the Ark, Lockout returns...plus and minus a few things. A sea urchin or two adorns her hood, and an eel may or may not have made it up and into her back seat. Her entire bottom half is covered in mud with the grass of the mighty Serengetti sticking out of her wheel wells. There may or may not be suspicious marks on her back fender that may or may not resemble those of a lion's claws.*
*All in all...she looks like something an Insecticon dragged in...and feels like it too.*
*Lockout transformed as she enters the Ark, not pleased to feel a -squish- from her back seat. Yup. Definitely an eel. Plucking out some grass from one of the wheelwells, she trudges toward the lounge. Energon came first and then her berth. Nothing and no one had better stand in her way either, because she was one cranky minibot.*
.oO(Every coordinate combination of 4 and 13...every coordinate combination at every time combination of 4 and 13...I'm going to kill him. Primus, I love him and I'm going to end his miserable life...) T_T
*All in all...she looks like something an Insecticon dragged in...and feels like it too.*
*Lockout transformed as she enters the Ark, not pleased to feel a -squish- from her back seat. Yup. Definitely an eel. Plucking out some grass from one of the wheelwells, she trudges toward the lounge. Energon came first and then her berth. Nothing and no one had better stand in her way either, because she was one cranky minibot.*
.oO(Every coordinate combination of 4 and 13...every coordinate combination at every time combination of 4 and 13...I'm going to kill him. Primus, I love him and I'm going to end his miserable life...) T_T