Oh my...
((I need a new icon for this 'verse, but that'll have to wait till i'm on my computer at home...))
A Maserati MC12 Corsa pulls into the dressing room, before transforming into a tall femme with wicked-looking claws, a powerful rifle, and a visor over her optics, which she retracts as she looks around, revealing their color to be icy blue. "...okay...so this obviously isn't the California Speedway..." As she turns to take in her surroundings, her insignia catches the light, revealing her to be an Autobot. "...I think I'm lost. I just hope Hot Rod doesn't find out about this..."
A Maserati MC12 Corsa pulls into the dressing room, before transforming into a tall femme with wicked-looking claws, a powerful rifle, and a visor over her optics, which she retracts as she looks around, revealing their color to be icy blue. "...okay...so this obviously isn't the California Speedway..." As she turns to take in her surroundings, her insignia catches the light, revealing her to be an Autobot. "...I think I'm lost. I just hope Hot Rod doesn't find out about this..."