Welcome to Gaia! ::

A rough, hallowed sigh echoed within the confines of his thick black and red helmet tufted ears perking at the slightest sound. Underneath the helmet’s visor optics half-shuttered with disdain and waning interest at the heaps of ‘junk’, ‘garbage’, and ‘trash’ that he found himself immersed in. Backspin was never considered to be the type to go foraging through this sort of waste but with an irate brother, a broken turntable and slim funds he quickly found that beggars couldn’t be choosers. Of course if his parents had known where he’d spend the day well... Ma would bust out that broomstick. He wasn’t sure if his father would join him or just roll at the sight. There was one thing he knew for sure, though, Fusion was going to get it later.

And ‘it’ would probably be that rather weighty engine to the back of his helm that Backspin had just pushed away with his paws. As he shifted through the refuse he found himself reflecting on the accident with a shudder. ‘Think about the war’, he told himself firmly. ‘Anything but your brother, the mouse and that misplaced bowling pin.’ His whole morning had been as idiotic as it had been chaotic. ‘Right. War stories’, however try as he might Jazz’s stories refused to replace the mental images racing through Backspin’s mind.

Ma had said that his room would be the death of someone, probably herself, and that he should clean it more often. Backspin would always reply that his room was clean and everything organized to his liking. Everything had a place and he knew just where it all was kept; on the floor. He often saw the mess as his creative side at work, the mounds of things scattered on the floor played the role of his muse and with them he could create the most fantastic ‘tunes’.

Until today when Fusion popped in for a visit. Grinding his teeth together in a snarl Backspin moved away from the pile he had been digging in for the last five minutes. He’d never find what he wanted in this mess. Not the cord Fusion had accidentally severed or a replacement for the circuit that had fried. ‘First world problems indeed’, he thought to himself in a deadpan.

Tilting his head he glanced up at the sky noting the sun’s position before confirming the time on his flashing HUD. He only had few precious hours of light to continue the search and while he had no interest in doing so he rounded the corner of a rather large pile to start anew. That was when he first saw it. Narrowing optics watched the black form closely. How had both his systems and HUD failed to pick up another when they were so near? There were no distinguishable figures on it causing his tail to flick in both annoyance and growing aggression. Was this a friend or foe?

Regardless of what it was he was in no mood for the company of it.