Raide

Designated wrangler and ambassador dragon for the Cybertronian residents of the Ssairey. Those robotic dumbos sometimes need a nudge and an eye to keep on them. Most of her life now involves permanent stay in the Bunker: performing maintenance on Cybertronians as needed, setting up activities for them, and keeping the peace if some of the testier ones decide to get bitter over old faction scuffles.

With most of her family's heritage being Ridgebacks and Coatls, Raide has a strong penchant for any seafood she can get her hands on. Many a thieving hand steers clear of sneaking a bite from her work lunchbox due to the odorous catfish dumplings within. Notably, the Coatl side of her family shows through in some of her features. Small downy and teal feathers dot the sides of her back jaw. Sometimes she gets a quick giggle from others when she pulls her bandana off, and they see some of her sparse, little feathers spring up from underneath.

Raide usually does not have much to say about the how the weather's going or how the new job is treating her. Small talk gets you the quiet side glare. Handing her that hammer she asked for is the better gateway into a conversation. Talking is what got her into trouble at her first workplace even though her bad-mouthing was justified. She rather keeps to the community of what the clan calls automatons and has grown to think of them as close friends and family. The one caveat who gets Raide to speak a lot more: her Conjunx. Chatty robotic Bogsneaks with a flashy paint job have a way of worming into your heart, you know.

The emergence of the Stormcatcher's secret subterranean workers has unfortunately brought a contestant to her doorstep. A particular Sandsurge Raide doesn't even bother to call by name anymore has dug herself an unapproved home in the Bunker. No amount of yelling and talon pointing from Raide made her budge. She is stuck now with a backseat engineer watching her every move while working on mechanisms. Somehow she still hasn't kicked out Bombus.

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Raide previously worked on construct and automaton maintenance in Lightning territory. The demanding hours and constant beratement beat the drive out of her, so she sabotaged her workplace's power grid as a parting gift and set out on her own. For a while, she had to juggle odd jobs to keep herself afloat. The sandy wastes provided, but skeevy merchant work wasn't cut out for her kind of personality. Not in her wildest dreams would she have been prepared for her next job opportunity.

The jobs bulletin at a local outpost she called home for a while had run thin. No one ever bothered to rip off the dozens of papers which were so frayed and faded by now. Raide still leafed through them one by one every day, clinging to some last hope of an errand to keep her occupied.

-Yadda yadda yadda, I'll get to the rest of it later-

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