"So how do you like it here so far, Lynch?"

Hardshock sat at one of the many tables in the recroom, the large mech positioned casually across from him. He shrugged a bit, taking a sip from his unusually large energon cube.

"S'aight. Tha' sheila tho', Galeforce is it? Gave me a good wallop." A deep chuckle rumbled up from within his massive chest. The medic gaped, surprised anyone would actually want to go against that demonic new version of what used to be the resident redneck. Well, any one other then Pyre and Axis.

"...'Ey Shockah, ya gotta lil' dag by ya." Snapping out of his daze, Hardshock glanced to the side, noticing Pyre's head peaking over the edge of the table. Silence reigned over the three of them, the femme staring at Hardshock, Hardshock staring at Lynch, and Lynch staring at a nice bit of wall not too far off.

Then, ever so slowly, Pyre's head disappeared.

Coughing, Hardshock then spoke up, "She does that a lot, I'm afra--PRIMUS PYRE WHAT THE SLAG ARE YOU DOING!?" His cousin warbled at him, situated on top of Lynch's shoulders and chomping on his helm, though doing little effort to actually pierce the armor.

"Eh, no worries bloke. She's jus' teething, s'all." The Aussie waved a hand in his direction, grinning at the creature that had decided to perch herself on top of him. She let loose a tremendous squawk, flapping her arms like a bird and repositioning herself before settling down once more.

Hardshock sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. How could he even be related to such a strange cybertronian like Pyre? It was impossible.

...And what the frag was that chain doing around Pyre's neck?