Their name is Longrange, I think, but they’ll also respond to a commanding tongue-click and a gesture in their direction. 

They’re a minibot, and their alt is a long-range telescope. Anyone looking through their alt can see anything on the planet that’s not blocked from view by obstacles or the curvature of the planet, and have a good look at most nearby celestial bodies. They can also shift lenses around on command, or their operator can manually shift lenses, to enable clear viewing of closer objects. 

Their alt also includes a sort of stand. Their legs shift into a brace/stand meant to be hooked over a wearer’s shoulder, heavily padded to ensure they don’t leave any marks on paint, and their arms shift into a gripping structure to latch onto someone’s forearm. They can modify the stand and gripping structures to clamp onto a railing or other support structure instead of a user. 

In alt, they can see what their user is seeing, and can adjust themselves accordingly. In root mode, most of their lenses end up stacked against each other, separated by layers of padding, tucked almost around the sides of their spark chamber just on either side of their spinal strut. 

Their root mode is tall and graceful, as minibots go. Their plating is a soft, dignified silver, traced with intricate engravings inlaid with a whiter shade, and there are hints of blue visible around the edges of their plating where the cabling underneath is visible. Their optics are bright blue, and their faceplates are patterned in shades of silver and white, partly to hide the seam down their face. When they transform, their entire face splits apart down the center to let their helm tuck down further out of the way, and if someone looks closely they can see the seam it splits along. They tend to hide this with their arms while transforming, it’s more than a little grotesque. 

They were born of a fairly repugnant practice among nobles. More common with data-birds, like Tempo, but among other small and often-used-as-decorative service-class mechs. The idea is to essentially breed two noble-’pets’ as if they’re show pigeons, but without anyone having to spend time caring for a carrying mech or dealing with potential spark bonds. Genetic samples are taken from the mechs in question and combined, and the result is grown in a lab until adulthood, sort of a cross between cloning and cold-forging. Sometimes the mechs in question are tweaked during growth for particular details. In Longrange’s case, their genetics were changed to carve the patterns into their plating, ensure that their nanites would keep the less-than-practical engravings for decorative purposes, and better hide the seam down their faceplates. 

They see nothing wrong with this. That’s what upsets Sharpshot so much. Longrange sees nothing wrong with them having been used as a tool, as a decoration, led around as if on an invisible leash by their Lord and passed around for use by anyone their Lord decides should be allowed to use them. That’s just how it is. Their job isn’t hard, they’ve been used as a tool their entire life, first by their Lord and then by Autobot commanders, and there’s no reason, in their mind, that they should need to choose. It’s just how things are. 

Also, in a bid to keep their plating as spotless as possible and pull them away from any potential relationships, their former ‘employer’ convinced them that they shouldn’t interface with anyone because it risks damaging their lenses. This is not true. Despite the cosmetic changes, their frame structure is the same as if they’d been naturally born, which includes allowances for safely interfacing and overloading. The padding around their lenses provides insulation. They do not know this.