A little something to give the Vehicons the love they deserve~ XO-3/Cupid belongs to me and shall be up to quite the mischief~ And, for other Vehicon lovers out there, a little shout out to a special Vehicon can be found here as well, can you name them~?


"Whomever said love has no place during war has certainly never met me~"

Just because one lives upon a warship and must constantly be on their guard for irritable Insecticons, moody officers, or resident bureaucrats that simply doesn't mean that a little affection can't be shared now and then. This was a fact he believed long before he had chosen his 'human' title and the coincidences behind it. It also was his source of entertainment aboard the Nemesis and if anyone thought they could stop it they were sorely mistaken. Working behind the scenes, plucking little strings now and again was what he lived for.

Well...technically he lived to serve the Decepticon cause but that didn't mean he couldn't do a little extra on the side~

With a datapad filled with a list of potentials candidates for his "meddling" and a trained optic he had, over the millennia serving with his comrades, weaved two sparks together until they could not bear to think of another. If one was upon the Matchmaker's list, they would find the spark that echoed their own and he would make sure of it. After all, everyone deserved a little light in these dark times, didn't they? He saw no reason why they, the Vehicons, could not find happiness in their own way. And what better way than a tender touch and a gentle purr?

A little romance never hurt anyone, and as far as he was concerned-

"XO-03! Get back to work! You're already 15 kliks behind schedule!"

Snapping out of his self-induced monologue, the aerial Eradicon practically pirouetted to face where the order had originated. Catching only a brief glimpse of silver a midst the sea of blues and purples was all that was needed for him to kick himself back into gear. While no one could ever stop his romantic endeavors, that didn't mean he had any intention of giving 'them' a reason to snap at him. There was only one Vehicon on his list that he had listed off-limits and only because he had no desire to be beaten over the head with a datapad for his 'idiocy'...

Allowing a half salute to answer the reprimand the flyer swiftly caught up with the rest of his squad, waving off their whispered snickers and 'I warned you's. It was something he was well used to when one had his reputation. Still, he had certainly never heard anyone complain and for that, he was more than happy to continue his 'sparks mission'.

After all, Cupid's arrow was notorious~