Shen The Irken

Name: Shen
Age: 28
height: 6 ft
wieght; 12 st

Bio/Background: Shen is an EX sargent in the irken armarda, discrased after getting drunk and killing one of his own men, banished from irken terratory he travelled alone until he came across antoher irken named Zero who got into trouble another time and brought back a 'human' named Meredith. ASfter a while he found out she was the mana gaurdien Holybird and vowed to protect both girls from any harm that may come their way. They also picked up his 9 year old Nephew on the way named Vim.
As Shen spent more and more time with Meredith he found him loosing his heart to her... the only problem being he'd once given his heart to an immortal before... and had it smashed to pieces... can he let his feelings be revealed again? And can this irken with a dark past finally get a happy ending...

(short answer YES XD me and Meredith has RP'd this and they both likey each other >3<)

"Shennnn!!" Meredith yelled, "toilets clogged again..."

"I will get the plunger!" Shen called back, grabbing the rubber device and dashing into the bathroom

The toilet started overflowing.

"I so didn't do that." Meredith stated flatly.

Shen jammed the plunger in and started to use it to try and get the gunk out

There was an entire toilet-paper roll stuck.

Shen blinked pulling a WTF face
".. someone doesn't know how to use loo roll." Shen mumbled

"Like I said....not me"

Shen put it in the bin and mopped up the mess, Zero was asleep at the wheel of the ship seeing as it was on autopiolet and she'd be driving all night, Vim was just in his rom reading while sat on his bed

Talon, the resident nanny (he loathed the nickname), currently tended to cleaning the ship.

"I honestly think this ship needs some upgrades..." Meredith sighed as a rusty nut hit her head.

"Well don't say that in front of Zero, this ship means alot t her." Shen warned smiling slightly

"Yeah I know but she doesn't seem to take care of it...how old is this thing anyways?"

"Ummm about 60 years old, given tZero by her dad, she doesn't quiet know how to fix it and won't trust anyone to fix it for her." Shen laughed softly

"hmmm....keep her busy at a spa and I have a contact that can fix it like new!"

Shen sighed "Easier said than done, she hates behind pamperd"

"Okay a game of paintball on some game planet?"

"Now you're talking!" Shen cheered

Meredith grinned, she got Talon to take Vim and Zero to said planet for a few days. She steered the ship to a base with a familiar Decepticon symbol on the side. "Relax Shen...I have some friends here..."

((Annnd enter Khronos rant?))

Khronos was bored. Simply put. That was until she got a COM ping from Meredith, which she quickly opened up. "Yes?" she asked, almost exasperated. "What now, fleshling?"

Meredith laughed, "You don't seem happy. Mind telling me whats up?" she tried to start conversation.

"Stuff it," she muttered. "I'm not in the mood to answer childish questions. I'm...busy."

"someone isn't happy" Meredith gumbled lowly, "Look Khro, I need help, and if you can't do it can you at least give me contacts to someone who can repair a sixty year old spaceship built for speed?"

Khronos snorted. "I'll be right there," she said.

And she was. Leaving the battlefield, she warped over to where Meredith was, her alt moded-form hovering in Cybertronian mode near the other ship. Her holoform boarded the ship with ease.

Her holoform looked pretty cleaned up, as she usually was, minus the dirt and blood and grime that covered her clothes, skin, and wings.

Meredith spotted Khronos alt-mode, "Jeeze...I didn't know, Khronos are you alright?" Meredith asked worried now more than anything.

Khronos looked down, and noticed how messed up she looked. Embarrassed slightly, but not enough for anyone to see, Khronos muttered a quick, "Oooops," before changing her looks to what it normally was. "Pre-programming makes it so whatever happened to me happens to the holoform." She shrugged, and jumped as she looked around. "...what the HELL...?! This bucket of bolts isn't even held with DUCKTAPE! It's...like, hardly even being held together by a few wires!"