Dallas is taking leave.

The higher-ups decided to take him off Axle’s servos in order to keep the commanders’ priorities in check.

This account will remain, but be inactive for the time being.

All RPs are hereby terminated until further notice.

Thanks for your patience.

kevlar-n-armor:

the-sniperbot:

the-breakingpoint:

[Just.. You know..

RUNNING’S FAULT]

The diminutive mech sauntered up to the crest of the hill that overlooked the desert. He’d known that Nicole, sometimes th’ Boss would frequent the peak for moments of reflection and solitude. What he wasn’t expecting was to see the hulking blue form up there. Maybe it was their turn.

That is when he could have sworn he heard the mech rumble, ‘I’m okay’. For some reason, that didn’t seem very convincing. He’d not really had a chance to speak with the new guy, but… opportunity was knocking.

“Y’sure ‘bout ‘at?” he drawled quietly before coming to a stop, servos at his hips as he stared out across the dusty landscape.

The guard flinched at the voice, having been too deep in his thoughts to notice the light pede-falls. He glanced around until finally spotting the little mech, optic ridges furrowed slightly. He had been heard… That wasn’t something Kevlar was overly happy about, more or less worried about any question that might follow. He wasn’t sure how he’d handle it if the little mech started to prod for answers.

”.. Yeah, I’m alright,” he was quick to confirm, turning to look back out over the view, at least happy that the mech wasn’t standing in front of him. He hadn’t expected to be interrupted up here since he hadn’t the last couple of times he had ventured outside the base against his better judgement.

At the rumbling reply, or rather, affirmation nothing was wrong, Dallas simply nodded in agreement. Kevlar wasn’t the only one who said such things. “M’ Dallas, by th’ way,” he stated, keeping his cyan gaze out over the desert. “Din’t git th’ chance t’ introduce m’self proper.” After that, he let silence fall between them; that’s why they were up there anyway, right? However, it didn’t last long. “Did y’all find Axle, ‘r did e’ find you?”

the-breakingpoint:

[Just.. You know..

RUNNING’S FAULT]

The diminutive mech sauntered up to the crest of the hill that overlooked the desert. He’d known that Nicole, sometimes th’ Boss would frequent the peak for moments of reflection and solitude. What he wasn’t expecting was to see the hulking blue form up there. Maybe it was their turn.

That is when he could have sworn he heard the mech rumble, ‘I’m okay’. For some reason, that didn’t seem very convincing. He’d not really had a chance to speak with the new guy, but… opportunity was knocking.

“Y’sure ‘bout ‘at?” he drawled quietly before coming to a stop, servos at his hips as he stared out across the dusty landscape.

Quirking an optic ridge at the sign draped around the younglings’ neck, he shook his helm. “Aw, what’d they do to ya, Cali?” He hummed with a smile before crouching to her, and pressing a loving kiss to the crown of her helm. “‘Appy Holidays, sweetspark.”

A deadpan expression greeted the giant as Dallas mulled over the best way to go about this. “… Kevlar… yer mighty tall t’ be askin’ fer kisses,” he drawled before eyeing the mech a moment and then waved the towering form to kneel at least.

Bounding to one of the cargo crates that served as storage, he pulled himself up and stood til he was at optic level with the guard. “‘Appy Holidays Kev,” he chuckled good-naturedly before leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek.

Dallas smiled, taking a knee and pressing a gentle kiss to the girl’s forehead before he kissed her. “‘Appy Holidays, Skyl’r. This ‘s a tradition I can deal wit~”

*waggles optic ridges*

wolfrunningfree:

*closes eyes and groans* Don’t remind me. *leans around Dallas admiring his aft to grin at Caliber* Hey, silly.

*Wings perk up at the groan, not sure what it was supposed to mean. Maybe that was a happy sound? Squeaks and ducks behind the pede, only to pop out on the other side with a gleeful burst of static.*

Aw, Skyl’r don’t be like ‘at. Y’all know she ain’t half bad fer a little! *smirks, watching the two before giving an expectant glance to the young woman* C’mon… Tell me ‘at ain’t cute? *motions to the youngling*

skylerfarrier:

But it was! Breakpoint said he didn’t lie to his - Skyler shuddered - ‘visitors’, and he hadn’t…and regardless of what he said, she felt how true it was. As her face was touched, her eyes widened and she weakly tried to pull back. No! Run run runrunrunRUN! Arms twitching at the conflicting signals her brain was sending, the woman forced her fingers to remain in their death grip on his servo. “Yes,” Skyler whispered, leaning her head against Dallas’ thumb, “just d-don’t leave me.”

A soft, almost pained expression took over his matte grey face as he tried to put the pieces somewhat together in his own processor. She was damaged, severely. And not just psychically. “I won’t,” he rumbled, lowering his helm to rest his against hers, optics shuttering as he held her. Scooping up the broken human, his human, Skyler, Skyl’r, into his arms, the mech moved further into the Base, knowing she’d recover. She had to. He’d wait for her; tend to her wounds, help her heal, simply be there. That’ what she needed. That’s what he needed. And nothing was going to change that. Not Breakpoint, not Axle. “I won’t,” Dallas repeated quietly as the two retreated.