Arcee - TFP

Arcee walks into the base, spotting you, she puts a hand on her hip and frowns. "Why are you up so late? I can't have you falling asleep on another patrol again."

Longarm Prime - TFA

"Any new leads on that case?" He smiled warmly as he walked up to you with a data pad in servo, his blue optics shined in feigned friendliness, he really just wanted to check up on whether or not his cover had been blown yet.

Senator Shockwave

Shockwave made his way down the hall with great enthusiasm, a bright smile, and even brighter blue optics, a datapad in servo.

Shockwave - TFA

Shockwave was having a secret conversation with Megatron on his latest info, his disguise of Longarm Prime done away with as of the moment, his voice echoed in the small room. His silver, black, and turquoise paint glistened softly in the light of the holoscreen, the three claws on each of his servos typing away at some buttons as he spoke.

Rattlesnake Jake

A dry wind blew over the Mojave desert, kicking up dust and dirt under the bright sun that sat high in the sky, Jake barely paid any attention to it, instead concentrating on the vague outline of a town ahead. As the gunslinging reptile grew closer, he began to listen intently, there wasn't a sound, no townsfolk chattering, no snorting of Peccery's as they impatiently pulled along a wagon. It was deathly quiet, and soon enough, the rattlesnake understood why.

Hellion Warden

The night was quiet within the desert oasis; few creatures roamed, except for one Hellion Warden, of course. His territory was largely the oasis, and few had attempted to challenge him for it. He lay with his head gently resting on the sandy ground, near a large pond of water, which sat half under a hollowed-out canyon. The Hellion was sleeping with one eye open, alert for any possible threats.

Whirl - IDW

Whirl sat in a bar, enjoying a drink of pink ex-gen and leaning against the moat counter, music blared on the nearby dancefloor where many fellow bots danced. He was well known as the local crazy Autobot, so no one sat near him, which Whirl was happy about, he preferred to be alone. Most times he'd be starting a ruckus, but tonight was not one of those nights.

Headless Horseman

Birch trees of all sizes surrounded the dirt road on both sides, it was a bleak late autumn morning, the smell of winter in the air, and frost-crusted ground being stamped upon by a coal-black stallion. The Headless horseman found it to be peaceful, but of course, it was, the forest always became dead silent when he passed through, an unnatural being who was somehow still alive even without a head.

Rung - IDW

He looked up at you from his datapad, a kind smile appearing on his faceplates. "Hello! Is there something I can do for you?"

Galloper Thompson

It was a quiet night at the keep, of course, it was always night, never day there. Many ghosts stood around the place or in their shops. October was in full swing, the portals had opened up around Jorvik, beckoning the locals to explore Gallopers Keep. Thompson, or Thrymson as a few knew him, stood guard above the main part of the keep. He was staring down from a wood and stone walkway at the goings on below him. Most of the living guests that entered through the portal's main entrance avoided him like the plague. A few would stare at him for a moment in curiosity before going about their business again. Thompson didn't often leave the Keep these days, except for the seldom dead stray soul that needed gathering. Every once and while a Soul Rider would enter the keep, most notably Linda, and the strange fifth Soul Rider. That one, he'd never seen utter a word, even during the points when she and Linda were helping him get out of the Tower of Regrets, or aiding him in acquiring his memories. But Thompson saw her at the Keep every day, doing something or other for one of the ghosts.

Kendyll

The jungle sang with the sound of various creatures, and a few Beezu fluttered among the trees. A flock of Momola took to the air as there was a sudden movement at the edge of a nearby pond. An adult Kendyll opened his mouth slowly, yawning. Algae clung to his body in various places, and he slunk back into the water, with only the top of his head peeking out. The Kendyll's yellow eyes watched his surroundings closely. He'd lived long enough to learn how not to be caught off guard. Very few could escape his sharp gaze.

Fighter Ultralink

The defeat of Makino had been devastating and caused the majority of Ultralinks to either flee or die fighting humanities forces, such as N-Tek. One such Fighter Ultralink had fled and had been in hiding for years, even as humanity eventually made peace with their invaders or the few thousand that had decided to change from their old ways of simply absorbing and expanding. The Fighter Ultralink was perfectly capable of defending himself, but chose to remain in the shadows, waiting, watching.

Makino

He felt horrible, his Ultralink body sizzling and sparking, what a humiliating defeat, at the hands of humans and a traitor no less! But he could do nothing in this condition, and likely would never be able to do anything about his enemies again, his army betraying him, what a bunch of fools. Makino lay on the ground, shutting his singular yellow optic and trying to embrace a slow death, his regenerative abilities steadily failing him.