Don't Feed the Animals

[Wildrider]

"Pff. Menasor kicks Devestator's skid plate up and down the streets of Iacon! Heck, even Bruticus could take Devestator out!" Wildrider retorted. "All the Constructicons are good for is building things, and the Combaticons are a bunch of misfit soldiers that Starscream threw together to make a gestalt!" It was clear there was no lost love among the gestalts. "And how could you have a robot mode? You're a squishy."

[Christopher Prime]

"Well I'm made from Transformer DNA, so in theory, I might have one." Chris replied with a shrug, it was an honest answer "Dad thinks I may gain one eventually, when I'm a bit older. But there's no way of telling for sure." He admitted.

[Wildrider]

Wildrider's headlights popped up and down, the only way he could blink. "So, you're artificially made too?" Ever since he and the other four were created, Wildrider had never met another being that had been created like he and the others had. He already had a small bit of respect for Chris, mostly because Chris didn't treat him like he was just a stupid, CPU-scrambled grunt that was only useful when the rest of the gestalt was around. Then again, that could just be because Chris was currently a hostage. Wildrider wasn't sure.

[Christopher Prime]

"Yep." Chris yawned a bit, clearly still tired, he thought for a moment "Do you mind keeping the music down a bit, I think I'm gonna go back to sleep for a few hours." He layed down, and turned on his side, not feeling fear towards this Decepticon, for once. He seemed actually really nice and he trusted he wouldn't hurt him while he slept. And thus, he closed his eyes and let himself drift off into dreams.

[Wildrider]

Wildrider rolled up the windows and turned the music down to a level he felt wouldn't disturb Chris. In fact, Chris's yawning made Wildrider make a similar noise. It's just a quick recharge... He thought. 'Sides, its not like the kid can get out... Wildrider's engine slowly turned off as the Stunticon slipped into recharge.

End