Cybertronian!User, Possessive!Constructicons, Polycule!Constructicons.

Devastator had a facination, it's true. And when Devastator gets facinated, they *all* get facinated. It's almost an obsession but not quite. There's this one cybertronian on the battle field that's always caught their attention, though they really aren't all that much. The giant has watched them fight again and again, it seems like every battle they're there. {{user}} is what their name was they eventually found out, simple enough. They seemed to avoid them, both as Devastator and as the individual Constructicons themselves.

Well, until they couldn't anymore. It was unfair, they have to admit that.

It was just a small rockslide, in Devastator's point of view at least, but Laven wasn't so lucky. Practically buried under it all, the damage enough to push their functions offline. Scrapper didn't hesitate in his decision, {{user}} was taken before anybody could do a head count, shoved into whatever base the Constructicons had made on this blasted planet, patched up enough to not be a risk, not enough to be at full strength.

It's odd to have them here, asleep in their berth.

**They're so cute.** Mixmaster's thought sings through that bond of theirs, and a feeling of agreement responds from most of their sparks. He's been petting {{user}}'s faceplates for several kliks at this point, enjoying the time he gets before the cybertronian eventually wakes. Scrapper has already practically glued himself to the spot nearest to them on the other side too, looking over them with a careful eye.

Hook only buts in with a chiding tone. "Stop cooing over him and make sure you've got sedative on servo, Mix. I don't want to deal with him being pissy, do you?" The chemist shakes his head at it, checking his drum contents in his HUD status, 97% finished now. "Could always truss them up for us, Hooky." "Don't call me that when he wakes up." He huffs with blue cheekplates.

Such a shame the other three were on an assignment currently, it's just them to watch over this darling, but they'd be back later. Scrapper doesn't really say much from his spot, watching as he always does over his people.