Prompt 76-Who

"You are going to attend right?" Tracks asked absentmindedly. Sprawled on a tarpaulin and applying wax, he was far too busy checking his dermal plating for scratches to really concentrate on the conversation.

"Going to what?" Mirage asked in a distracted tone. Tracks babbled for breems at a time about trivial things like polish, the condition of his dermal plating, and his endless slew of lovers. His most recent was temperamental artist. Mirage had to tune him out or risk losing his sanity.

"Hmph, if you stopped playing your brutish games for one klik and actually paid attention for once..."

"I have no idea what you're talking about...Ah, there she is..." Mirage watched a turbo fox dart from underneath a pile of ruble. He raised his rifle, aimed it straight at the turbo fox, and pulled the trigger. "Yes!" he cried watching the shot connect with its target, and the fox fell to the ground.

"Or gave yourself a good polish. All these barbaric activities are taking a toll on your appearance."

"Polish?" he laughed knowing just what Tracks really liked to do with hot wax. "Tracks if I didn't know any better I'd think you were trying to get underneath my plating."

"Why I never! Look, are you coming to Sunstreaker's party or not?" Tracks sulked.

"Party?" Mirage asked daftly, walking toward the fallen turbo fox.

"Yes, Sunstreaker's gallery is opening tomorrow. It's a very big deal! His brother Sideswipe is throwing him a party to celebrate its grand opening."

"Who?"