A femme with a bird on her shoulder walks into a dressing room
And pauses to look around, crimson optics thoughtful before she turns to the crow sized robotic bird on her shoulder. "Well, it looks like Rumble was coherent, despite his condition when he gave the report. But I don't see much activity here, and at the moment I can't think of any way that it could prove useful to the Galvatronians."
"Understood, my lady," says a husky female voice from the bird. "Will you be returning?"
"In a few clicks. I want to scout out the entire area. But Stormcrow will leave this link open."
"Understood. Scourge out." There's a click.
Threnody reaches up to absently rub the head of the little mech on her shoulder, then steps forward to begin exploring.
"Understood, my lady," says a husky female voice from the bird. "Will you be returning?"
"In a few clicks. I want to scout out the entire area. But Stormcrow will leave this link open."
"Understood. Scourge out." There's a click.
Threnody reaches up to absently rub the head of the little mech on her shoulder, then steps forward to begin exploring.