He’d be happy for a goodies, as long as they’re made from non-preprocessed energon. He knows Blurr’s preferred diet, and doesn’t care for it himself. A hand reaches down for Oberyn, inviting the wolf to approach him as he observes the crate.
"What ‘verse is it from. Encryption has different tendencies in different clusters." Not that he hadn’t already determined that from the first lines, but confirmation was important.
Brainstorm picks up the top datapad in the pile, scrutinizing it while he sets his cooling system to the highest notch. His physical mobility will be sub-par, but his processors will be at their best.
Well, Blurr does have a particular diet. Oberyn walked over, nuzzling his large muzzle into the servo held out for him. His tail thumped against the desk, audials perking up. He was definitely happy to visit. Blurr scoffed.
"Tyran. It took a lot of struggling and sneaking, so I’m hoping it’ll be useful. I can only get the basics. When it comes to accomplishing it, I’m not getting anywhere." He motioned to the datapad.
"I think I’m missing a few steps or something." He walked around the other, helm tilting to the side. "But, the basics are simple. Harvest a bot, create a thousand more. Just by using this." He reached into the crate and held up a small piece of metal. "They called it something stupid. I call it Cyberform.”