Ratchet finished installing the new tracker and let me go... Since then, I've been hiding out in this old storage area towards the former front end of the Ark. Quite a few good hiding places back here and I think I saw Sweetums again at one point, although the old tracker's long since fallen off ( Read more... )

*Finch crouches around a corner with a devious grin on her face, a very large cream pie in one hand. Down the way, Gears is approaching, muttering to himself about this being squeaky, that being broken...the usual kind of griping we've come to expect from the little red and blue guy ( Read more... )

((With apologies to "Mommimus Prime"...LOL))*Having been constantly busy since getting out of the medbay, Finch is now hanging out in one of the old main exhaust ports on the back (front) end of the Ark. As it's a high up, hard to reach place unless one either has a crane or wings, she feels relatively safe up there...and probably not likely to be ( Read more... )

*In one of the very back and seldom used storage areas of the Ark, Finch is half laying on a crate, one of her side body panels open. She's got one hand just inside while her systems run diagnostics, trying to find something... And when she does, a long talon extends from each finger and as she starts picking at the wires attached ( Read more... )

...well, hardly here as myself for a day and already I'm trying to keep up with everyone this way. *grins* This whole mess has been really strange and kind of tiring, but I really couldn't be happier. I'm finally free! And I've got Ratchet and Wheeljack as the first CARING mechs I can pal around with since Primus only knows when. I mean...if ( Read more... )