Let's see, let's start from the beginning....
It all began one day when two new recruits came into the Autobot base. Their names were Crosshairs and Drift. The two had been searching for any survivors, from the war that happened so long ago. This was there first time they had seen any Autobots.
Drift made optic contact with the only femme on the team, Arcee. She couldn't help but to notice how broad and muscular the mech was. Drift approached everyone and bowed, "Greetings, my name is Drift, and this is my friend, Crosshairs." He then went on to explain how they had been lost and saw the bases signal on radar.
Arcee couldn't help herself and kept staring at his stature. He was definitely a sight for sore optics.
Drift approached the femme. "Hello there, I must say, I can't take my eyes off of how beautiful you are... I must admit, you are a sight for these optics. Tell me, do you study melee?"
Arcee responded back, "well thank you for the complement, my name is Arcee. How did you know that I am proficient with melee?" She got a better look at the mech, because he was standing close to her...
"Ah, it was just a wild guess. I have a tenancy to know what a warrior looks like, only because I use my blades." He pulled them out and showed the femme.
"So do you transform into one vehicle then or two?"
He chuckled a little bit. "Technically I transform into three, but mainly use my ground vehicle and the chopper. Hmm, what about you? You seem to have a lot of stealth and speed, just from looking at you."
"I actually am just ground vehicle. I transform into a motorcycle. "
The two quietly conversed on many different subjects, just trying to if you will say, feel each other out....
