| Sonic Canyon Search | |
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| Date of Scene: | 04 May 2019 |
| Location: | Sonic Canyons |
| Synopsis: | Blast Off goes on patrol over the Sonic Canyons, looking for Autobot stragglers, which he finds... and then doesn't seem to know what to do with. Starlock takes the opportunity to repair Nightlash, who seems a bit out of it at first, while Darkstar comes in to investigate. |
| Cast of Characters: | Blast Off, Nightlash, Starlock, Darkstar |
- Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off flies over the Sonic Canyons in shuttle mode, conducting a scan of the area. He's been tasked with searching out any stragglers from the prison breakout not long ago. So he begins a grid pattern search while adjusting altitude and velocity so as to have enough time to thoroughly investigate various sidecanyons as well as perhaps be juuust sneaky enough to catch someone down below unawares. If he does though.... he's not even truly sure what he should do. This whole thing has still left a bitter taste in his mouth. This... all of this... isn't what he signed up for as a warrior. As a 'freedom fighter'.
- Nightlash has posed:
Blast Off isn't the only one flying about doing surveillance... A very battered, very much still broken Nightlash is also zipping about. Well, maybe not so much zipping as just...navigating around precariously. Her cloak isn't active, for once, but it's probably not hard to see why.
She's still trailing a bit of smoke, though less than before, and at least one engine bank is inactive...probably for the better. The remainders are sputtering, a bit inconsistent with their throttle levels, but...active, and at least there's no big fireball behind her from misfiring.
Much like Blast Off, she's...cruising about, also looking for things, but...at least she's not straying too far away. Probably because she'd not make it back. Spying Blast Off, she alters course, rolling out her last remaining missile.
"I'd recommend...not being...here, um, right now. Or...you know, I'll totally beat you up like last time."
- Starlock has posed:
Starlock is out in her alt-mode, looking around for Nightlash, supplies stored away inside. She was a bit hard to miss against the canyons colors, after all that vibrant purple was hard to miss against the silvers and browns of the canyons, she was alone, for now, mostly due to feeling it would be better to approach the sub-spacer without a group trying to force her back. "Dust... Dust.. More dust.."
- Blast Off has posed:
Oho, and there's one of the targets he'd most hoped to see. Blast Off adjusts course, pulling back on throttle as he takes aim and arcs around to pass overhead the Autobot droneship. Though what she says brings him pause... and then he barks out a short laugh, or a rev of engines which seems to be the closest approximation in shuttle mode. "<< You'll beat ME up? You don't look capable of beating up a petro-gnat right now. No, Autobot, I'd say this isn't looking very good for *you*... >>" Still, there's something about this that makes him hesitate, and instead of firing he simply swooshes overhead and then circles back around. "<< I'd say it's looking rather dire for you, to be exact. >>" Why is he holding back? What's this queasy feeling? Guilt, what's guilt?
- Nightlash has posed:
Nightlash hmphs audibly. "Oh please... you think I look bad? I'm just-" well, whatever it is gets interrupted as something internal bursts and the portside wing dips dangerously, almost sending her into a flat stall. Sure, she drops a distance, but manages to re-stabilize herself out and recovers. "THAT WAS NOTHING!"
Totally something.
"What are you doing here?" She gets back more at-level and settles into another hover. "...you haven't seen, uh...any other, you know...prisoners or such...have you?"
- Starlock has posed:
Starlock was board, and frustrated, she needed to find Nightlash, andi t was taking to long, who knows what could of been happening out here to her, and time was very much at play for someone's survival chance with injuries, and low fuel...She'd let out a vent and sent out a broadband ping. "<<Lash, you out here?>>"
- Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off watches as Nightlash attempts a retort and winds up nearly stalling. "<< ..... >>" Ok, this is just sad. The shuttle has this Autobot in his sights, somewhere he's wanted her to be for quite awhile and yet.... somehow this is not what he had in mind for his glorious triumph over the other flier. "<< Nothing, right. >>"
His weapons remain locked on her but still have yet to fire. She's easy prey.... TOO easy. And with all the attached guilt he seems to feel (no, no guilt? Why would he have guilt, tsk?) ....he's still unsure enough to fly overhead, then circle back once more, scanning to make sure there are no other Autobots OR Decepticons around. "<< Why no, I haven't, you're the first one I've seen. Were you planning on finding some friends here? >>"
- Nightlash has posed:
<<Of course I am... I... reported in uh...maybe...? I don't remember anymore.>>
Alongside her state and apparent lack of proper airworthiness, her drone is also...absent. Still. Naturally, that's what happens when you send it off to blow things up.
But it's still an everpresent thing that no longer is. As Blast Off circles, she shakily follows his movements, keeping that solitary missile on him. "I... maybe? I don't know. I never plan on anything. It just kind of...happens." She grunts. "Why are you here?"
- Starlock has posed:
"<<You did, I mean nearby.>>" She'd respond, sending Nightlash her coordinates as she started tracking Nightlash's signal. "<<How are you feeling?>>" she'd ask as she continued driving along the open spance... Starting to realize she really hadn't thought about if Nightlash was in the air or a high up location the lil' ground pounder couldn't get to.
- Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off rumbles, "<< I see. >>" This is... all sorts of wrong. Of course, he should just fire at her, a nice full sized orbital bombardment ought to do the trick, and he can claim victory over this obviously compromised Autobot and her explosives- FOREVER. Which /does/ have an appeal. And yet.... Weapons are locked and loaded but still not fired. "<< Me? I've been tasked with finding Autobot stragglers and dealing appropriately with them. >>"
He keeps circling, part of him wanting to finish the job and part of him feeling that he and his comrades have already done QUITE ENOUGH, thank you. He's *almost* willing to go ahead and fire, *almost*.... then he catches a signal on his radar. HMM. "<< Looks like you have a friend seeking reunion. How sparkwarming. >>"
- Nightlash has posed:
Nightlash probably would go down quick and...judging by the fact the rest of that missile cradle is very empty, probably without much of a fight, too. But she's...still...going. No rest. No breaks...
The ping catches her attention, and she diverts her attention...something hard to do considering, again, no drone to do that for her. <<Ugh... I...yeah, I have you on my radar. Blast Off's here being an aft and taunting me...>>
- Starlock has posed:
Starlock is /very/ tempted to do, and say something, that no SANE bot would ever want to hear. "<<Right coming.>>" She'd speed her way further out to catch up with Lash. She was probably pretty obvious when she came into sight, and eventually went into a roll as she transformed, landing on her pedes with their activated boosters as she skated her way into the area. She didn't have her weapons drawn, yet, but she was more then ready for a fight if it came to it.
- Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off can tell someone's coming and it's not a Decepticon. The shuttle grows warier, still circling but now calculating trajectory in case he needs to fire it at the newcomer instead. Then he sees.... oh. Starlock. WELL THAT DOESN'T HELP THE GUILTY FEELING NOW DOES IT. Now guilt for the whole 'offline Lynx and kidnap Starlock' scheme topples onto guilt he's feeling about the situation with the prisoners at the Arena. Wait, no, what guilt? Right, right, no guilt here! Ha ha! No guilt at all. For now, though, he just watches, amking sure there aren't MORE Autobots approaching.
- Nightlash has posed:
Nightlash finally feels her engines sputter and another one suffers a flameout... "Uh oh..." And...there she goes, dipping again, and another engine dies...and that leaves all but one totally gone.
Until that one goes too.
The landing is far from graceful, and she just...stalls out, flat-spinning all the way down until she bellyflops onto the ground... there's not even an effort to transform before crash-landing...maybe she has more practice landing this way.
<<Ow...>>
- Starlock has posed:
"...Frag me sideways." She'd sigh, rubbing at her helm. She'd then lunge forward, making a dash to Nightlash. "<<S'alright Lash, I'm here, how long have you been like this?!>>" She'd ask,sounding extremely concerned, and keeping a concerned optic on Blast off, encase he attempted to open fire.
- Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off just... watches this pathetic crash landing. It DOES at least reenforce the fact that a victory over Nightlash right now wouldn't be much of one. Then again, Onslaught would probably tell him this isn't about feeling superior, it's about strategy, and one less Autobot is one less Autobot. The shuttle's weapon targeting systems follow NIghtlash to the ground ...yet still don't fire. When he's in the right, he's in the right! It's easy to look down on others and feel superior. Right now though... gah, stupid flip-flopping fuel tank.
As Starlock pulls up and begin tending to the injured droneship, Blast Off keeps circling up ahead. "<< Ah, the cavalry has arrived, I see. Two little Autobot targets right at ground zero, should I decide to fire. >>"
- Nightlash has posed:
Nightlash pffts. "Just ran out of fuel...I'm fine." She grunts. "One of my better landings, actually." She rests there where she's at and just thinks a bit. "I...err...ever since...I fought them all off in the here?"
She keeps her attention on Blast Off and looks up with a sensor. <<You know...you're being really...not-shooty for a Decepticon today... why are you really here?>>
- Starlock has posed:
Starlock gave Nightlash a scolding look, but it dissolves as she quickly works to attempt to repair what she could for Nightlash, internally, reinforce what armor she could, and refueling her from her auxiliary tank. There was a moment where she'd have to hide a snicker as Nightlash called out Blast Off, but she did her best to bury it.
However Blast Off was not going to be spared the irritable, judging /glare/ of a proto-initiator that portrays the single statement of "You know better." that comes from her, specially with her battlemask not in place.
- Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off hmphs as he's called out on his indecivieness. "<< I'm simply scoping out the situation. Trying to decide if you're *worth* my time and energy. >>" HUFF. He circles around, then seems to decide if everyone else is in root mode, maybe he will, too. Otherwise he'll have to keep doing these right circles to hover overhead and shuttles aren't really built for that. He's meant to swoop through here fast; Vortex would be better at angling through the canyon itself.
The Combaticon doesn't transform too near the Autobots, of course, instead landing upon a shelf in the side of the canyon where he can continue to look down upon them. HIs ionic blaster is in hand but not lifted or aimed. He pauses a bit at Starlock's LOOK, blinking at her as that twinge in his fuel tanks strikes again. "..."
- Nightlash has posed:
<<Clearly that's the big conun...d...con...whatever, problem. Hrmph.>> She just settles there as Starlock does her work. It's...a lot, after all...she had the big fight /at/ the Power Base, a moderate patch-up, and then the battle at the Canyons... Yeah, she's pretty much at that poin where everything is just broken.
<<So...you're taking forever to figure that one out, too. Either you really suck at making decisions or you're up to something else.>> She huffs softly and mutters. Not like she can even get her weapon systems up and running anyway.
- Starlock has posed:
"Co-nun-drum." Starlock would annunciate, attempting to help Nightlash with the word... She'd soon let out a curse as she realized just how bad a state Nightlash was in and... Well, Nightlash was much larger than starlock, but it wasn't going to stop the Mini-bot from placing an arm over the other femme, protectively and watching Blast off carefully.
- Blast Off has posed:
"I don't, as you say, SUCK at making decisions, I simply like to take my TIME, >>" Blast Off insists.... as he keeps being indecisive. Now, if he were to shoot, Starlock gets added to the mix and he has a feeling Sky Lynx might have something to say about that.... the shuttleformer just keeps watching. Not liking this ...whatever it is that keeps him hesitating. What is WRONG with him? ....No, what is wrong with his faction that these things even happened?! "Well, YOU seem to be recovered quite well," he finally observes about the medic.
- Nightlash has posed:
Nightlash would roll her optics, if she were in the right form. <<Uh-huh... my drone'd be laughing at you right now...>> She vents softly and settles into a slow reboot cycle, shutting down various systems and cycling them back online to re-establish the powerflow as she's repaired. It's...not a swift cycle, but it'll keep her up and running at least.
<<So...your...decision making involves a lot of huffs and talking. Talking's good. I used to talk to you lot before Phantom tried to kill me...and then now we can't. It's a shame. You Combaticons were crazy fun to be around.>>
- Starlock has posed:
"...I have to be." She'd simply state, keeping a glare on him, only glancing down to Nightlash for a moment, only a moment, but it was something of a emphasis, as she felt she had to be okay, in order to ensure others would be.
She'd glance down at Nightlash, and then to Blast Off, raising a ridge, Nightlash and Blast Off knew each other before all this? well, that was a surprise, but she didn't feel safe in dropping the protective stance she had over Nightlash.
- Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off unsurprisingly *huffs* at that, crossing his arms, one hand still gripping his gun but not in any way he'd be firing it anytime soon. Though waitaminute... the Combaticon squints and looks around, "And where *is* that drone right now, pray tell?" Then he glances back down after seeing nothing.
He begins to huff- then cuts short as she points that out. Instead he sort of... sputters and coughs once. Ahem. Frowning behind the faceplate, he tilts his head slightly. "We were?" Blink. His head jerks back. "I mean, of course we were." He eyes Nightlash, glancing at Starlock before addressing the droneship again, "But... well, yes, I suppose talking has its place. Not much of it to be heard lately. Nobody listens to anybody anymore."
- Nightlash has posed:
Oh, there's a fantastic question. One that just causes a soft chuckle that slowly rises into a very, very...unsettling laugh. There's amusement in there, for sure, a hint of spite, touches of anger, and...deep behind it all, remorse? Anguish? It's...tough to say. "Oh! The drone! HA! The...drone...right... I...it...the...drone...tried to be an EMP with that stupid power plant and did a fantastic job."
She grunts and that just...is it. The drone-less ship goes quiet after that and really doesn't seem too inclined to say much else on the matter.
- Starlock has posed:
Starlock rolled her optics, he could say that again, ooh how she wanted to add how pointless some people make it by twisting words, and wanting to just... Be angry, and project their problems onto others, but she doesn't. She focuses on Nightlash and places a reassuring hand against her. "We'll figure something out." She'd state softly.
- Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off glances up once again into the sky, half-expecting that accursed drone to appear and fire off a shot at him, but nothing happens. By the time Nightlash has finished talking, he's pretty sure nothing *will* happen, ever again, with that particular drone, and it seems the Autobot.... isn't taking this well? "I can say that yes, it did quite a... job on that Arena." He won't say *fantastic* though.
Then he looks over at Starlock. Have to be, huh? He's silent a moment, as if weighing different and conflicting desires... desires he doesn't even understand himself. "...That's it?" Poke, poke.
- Nightlash has posed:
'Taking it well' is...certainly not a thing right now. But she's just being quiet about it. Her excuse is systems reboot, and she finally just gets herself in a position to start her hovering systems. <<Heads up, Starlock, getting landing gear down.>>
Once clear, she lifts off the ground, gets her landing gear situated...and settles down on it. Underneath is...yeah, it's just as bad as the topside was. Especially after...what, three crash landings?
She's not gentle on herself.
- Starlock has posed:
Starlock gave him an unamused look, her optics settling into a half-shutter, before she perks up, and nods at Lash, she gets up, and takes a few steps back to allow the other bot to land safely, before getting to work on the other damage. She just sighs out at Blast off.
"Yes, Have to be, I'm a medic, people are hurt, and need my help, I can't just..." break down anymore.. That's what she wanted to say, she needed to keep herself going for others now, at this point... That's how she felt but, should she say that?
- Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off stares down at the two Autobots. What EVEN is he doing? He's not sure, but he seems to want to just... poke at it until he does. As Starlock's sentence goes unfinished, he offers, "...let it get to you?"
- Nightlash has posed:
The optical sensor housings on Nightlash's frame turn up to just sort of...stare at Blast Off a bit. "You know...I feel sorry for you. I know I'm broken, but at least I don't lie about it. You can't just admit anything that makes you look like you're breaking, can you."
The undermount sensor housing drops down like some kind of gimballed eye to turn and watch Starlock work a bit. <<I...should be good to fly soon. Just...make sure the flight control surfaces are all attached to the control rods and servos.>>
- Starlock has posed:
Starlock just lets out a whistle as Nightlash /drags/ Blast off out like that, and just strains her voice to say. "Daaaamn femme." Before giving her a nod, and continuing to work.
"...I need to be strong for everyone else." She'd mumble as she kept on working, trying to be quick, but at the same time, to not do a shotty job.
- Blast Off has posed:
Now THAT causes the Combaticon to jerk back and sputter. How RUDE! "How... ridiculous!" He huffs down at Nightlash, "Absolutely ridiculous. You have no idea what you're talking about." But she does. "And you *hardly* know me enough to say." HPMH. But something leaves him a little... twitchy as he tries to cross his arms again, glancing uncomfortably around the canyon. For other Autobots. Yeah.
Blast Off glances back down as Starlock speaks. He's still a moment. When he speaks, it's less huffy, still trying to sound superior, but a quieter tone to it. "So she is happy to admit she's broken but you have to stay strong no matter what? What kind of logic is that? Doesn't that just mean..." Suddenly he frowns under the faceplate and feels this is getting too close to home somehow, but whyyy, "...that you pretend to be strong, and deny the cracks that appear around you, until you finally shatter from all the pressure?"
- Nightlash has posed:
There's a bit of...amusement and satisfaction as Nightlash watches Blast Off just huff, sputter, and otherwise prove her right. "Hmph...also means that when the ones holding all the missiles-" she pauses, "-a missile-" ahem "hear some stupid blowhard of a Decepticon bothering her, we roll out the high explosives..."
She grumbles softly. "Look...I'm...almost ready to fly back, so...if you don't leave, then I get to go airborne, paint the target area, and let the base open up on you. Soooo...you have that to look forward to as soon as Starlock's done and ready. Up to you if you make use of that information."
- Darkstar has posed:
The Sonic Canyons, location of his very first mission upon returning to Cybertron's front lines where he first met Blast Off of all bots. Funny that the other spacer would be here already, and that Darkstar would be passing through on a one-mech patrol. Blast Off may be looking around for Autobots, but it is a Decepticon that seems to have found him instead. Not that he could tell right away that it was the combaticon, but he did notice that the colors were extremely similar, along with the mech's general size and shape. Slowly, the Arrowship began to descend further into the canyon though with some hesitation given the proximity to an Autobot base.
- Starlock has posed:
Starlock glanced up, giving no verbal answer, but perhaps that glance was all she needed as she left Nightlash speak... Maybe they'll get a better chance to talk, maybe they won't, she wasn't sure, but there was a scowl still on her face as she focused a hard stare on the work she was doing to Nightlash, her frame becoming dirty with the others fluids.
- Blast Off has posed:
The shuttleformer's optics narrow at the mention of missiles and his frame tenses... he knows those missiles all too well. Seems to be vulnerable to them. He balls his fists and mutters, "Do you know how TIME consuming it is to repair shattered HEAT SHIELDS?" Hufffffff. His trigger finger twitches and he brings his arms to his sides now, grip tightening on his gun... but still not pointing it at them. His engines grumble as he watches them both from the ledge in the canyon above. "Just keep in mind a full power orbital attack puts those missiles of yours to the pale." YEAH. Still doesn't launch one though.
He glances around, still scanning for more Autobots, and... is there something coming? He puts his scanners to work, searching. But he looks back down, waiting for an answer... and none come. This... doesn't help, scrap it all. "What, now you're the silent type? Then again, I suppose you were back in the Prison, too!" POKE, POKE. This is a terrible way of saying sorry, if that's what this even is? Does Blast Off even know?
- Nightlash has posed:
Nightlash might be absent a drone, but her onboard sensors are still functional...and while she watches Blast Off, she's also scanning around as something...pings? Hrm. She tightbeams to Starlock, <<Not sure he's alone. Be cautious.>>
But then Blast Off's back to poking. "Hah! The prison...yeeeah, you guys did a bang-up job keeping those walls up... Oh! Look at that, my engines are spooling up... and preflights are showing...uh, well, they're almost /done/ at least." Probably not a lot of green lights.
- Darkstar has posed:
The Arrowship's engines as silent as they can be this atmospheric flight was just no good for keeping hidden. The purpose of an FTL drive was to traverse vast distances in moments not quietly creep up on potential foes, and such is the state of things as Darkstar creeps onward. The mech that had been spotted returns to visual line of sight, and that is when Darkstar finally makes out who it is. Yep, those colors and that stature were unmistakable... << Lieutenant Blast Off. >>
The two Autobots still fell under the Arrowship's radar, and fortunately for them the Decepticon spacer decided to transform and land upon the higher elevation from which the Combaticon looked down on them. "What are you..." he begins, optics flashing as he approaches. That's when another voice is picked up, and the mech halts his step and draws his laser pistol with an oh so flashy twirl that is just second nature at this point. "*Who* are you talking to?"
- Starlock has posed:
"<<Thanks for the heads up Lash.>>" She'd respond, though, part of her felt Blast Off didn't even know he was not alone out here, but Starlock looked up once more with the same look on her face, she's not trying to hide the dark rigging under her optics anymore, specially with the new bugeye goggle like glasses she has.
her voice is strained, if not a little hoarse. "...If your expecting me to be an--" She'd stop after hearing a very familiar, loud and OBNOXIOUS voice, and drop her voice only for the three to hear. "Scrap, it's Darkstar." She'd try to move faster to get Nightlash opratinal.
- Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off snarks back at Nightlash petulantly, "It's being *rebuilt*. Better than ever." HUFF. Then... oh great, she's almost air-worthy now. Argh, to shoot or not to shoot? He leans over, pondering, then... "gah!" The shuttleformer whirls around as another presence makes itself known. His optics flare wide and pale for a moment as he lifts his gun, pointing up towards the sky. "Darkstar!" Blink. "I..."
Fraaaag. So much for... whatever the smelt he was trying to do. He's still not sure, and now he isn't going to let himself find out. He falls back into full haughty warrior mode. "I was just preparing to fire on these Autobot stragglers. They're just... pathetic, though, hardly even *fit* to provide much of a fight. A *worthy* one." To prove his point of being ready to fire, he really totally was, you see, he turns and aims his gun at Nightlash.... though still he hesitates. Ok, NEARLY full haughty mode.
- Nightlash has posed:
<<Starlock, time to leave... I have, uh...one missile, the cloak is...mostly functional, but I can also just run the engines hard to get out. I...recommend you get out first.>>
She shifts her sensors between Darkstar and Blast Off, ignoring the fact the latter has a gun pointed at her... She does, though, fire up engines to get a soft hover in place as she shuffles to sort of...just shield Starlock under her airframe.
"By the way...the base is charging up the lasers. Just thought I'd let you know."
- Darkstar has posed:
Darkstar snerks at Blast Off as he straightens a bit and starts to head over to the ledge, preparing to peer down at the Autobots below. "Pathetic you say...? Then why are you even bothering with unworthy prey?" the other spacer wonders, a ridge rising slightly as he again halts his advance before actually seeing who is there. "Well... Far be it for me to tell you what to do, L.T. I have no time to hunt the unworthy." Emphasizing the point the spacer twirls and reholsters his sidearm before reaching into his subspace pocket to retrieve an e-cig. Oblivious to what is happening with Starlock and Nightlash just meters from where he stood, Darkstar took a puff and vented white smoke into the air with the two Autobots still out of his direct line of sight. "Go on then... Get your thrusters off and have your fun. Then we head back to Kaon... We have much to discuss-- by your permission, Lieutenant." The space-alt smirked then, and took another puff.
- Starlock has posed:
Starlock knitted her ridges, she /just/ found Nightlash, she didn't want to lose sight of her again, but she nodded, she understood. Once she had Nightlash as patched as she could the boosters on her pedes would roar to life with that familiar purple light and she'd be the first to shoot out from their spot, rushing for the Autobot base, given she's not pushing herself over the limit like she had been when she rushed out to help Nightlash and the escapees.
"<<Be sure you get back to Nightlash! That way I can do full repairs.>>" She'd tightbeam, keeping an optic back on the three, if the two opened fire on Nightlash, she wasn't going to hold back.
- Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off takes a moment to focus, do a little deep, steady venting to get himself in the sniper mindspace. Then he tries to mentally prepare himself to pull the trigger on this pathetic Autobot and.... wait, what? The Combaticon turns his head sharply at Darkstar and just... stares. Then blinks once or twice. "...."
"Oh. Well..." Blast Off pulls himself back, gun barrel dropping down aimlessly once more. "Well, yes. precisely. It's... it's not much *sport* when they're already half-offlined. Not a challenge worthy of a Combaticon warrior. I was... I was just... practicing. Preparing for the real thing." YEAH that's it. He stands straight and tall, now just watching as the Autobots start moving up and away. Then he frowns again. "...Discuss what?"
- Nightlash has posed:
Nightlash waits until Starlock is well clear...and then smirks inwardly. <<Don't torment yourself too much, Blast Off...you could be in a far worse position. You could be...oh, I don't know, fighting for something you don't fully believe in. That'd just be torture.>> She chuckles softly before turning to start flying after the medic.
<<Pfft,>> she tightbeams to Starlock, <<these two idiots couldn't get me down even if I were sitting still. Coming, though...>>
- Darkstar has posed:
The fleeing Autobots were of no concern to Darkstar. If it had been Nightlash or Sky Lynx Darkstar would have been interested in wrecking some 'Bots, but given how much Blast Off had downplayed the two there was no way the spacer was going to waste his time. "Your armor... You are far too weak for a mech of your status," he began to explain. "You are going to need to be more durable in the coming battles, and I have a gift for you..." Leaping into the air, Darkstar transformed into the Arrowship once more. << C'mon. I'll show you what I have found, and what of it you may use... >> Engines whine, and Darkstar began to pull off in the opposite direction never to know how close he had come to getting to play with his favorite femme.
- Starlock has posed:
Starlock gave her a smile, well best she could from where she was, but kept skating her way back to base. "<<Lets get home, and you patched up...>>" She'd add softly.
- Blast Off has posed:
Nightlash's comment freezes the shuttleformer up a moment. Ow. Is that was this is? Is he having second thoughts? No, no, that couldn't happen to HIM. Right? He frowns nonetheless as he watches them move away. "...Yeah... torture." He shakes his head, then trying to clear it. "Yes." No. Gah. Now back to Darkstar. His optic ridges furrow down. "I'm not WEAK!" He starts in protest, then jujst squints at the other spacer. "What?" He huffs, but he does eventually follow the other Con back to Decepticon land. Which is GOOD land, right?