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::Jetfire? Jetstorm? It's time. Are the two of you ready?::
bitterskyfire

onemind-twobodies:

onemind-twobodies:

Yes, hello, pay no mind to the startled yelps. They weren’t scared right out of their plating, only babies get scared like that and they’re not babies, they’re soldiers. Soldiers are tough and strong and brave and fight in battles and get hurt and beat up a lot and they eventually die painful deaths and—

…on second thought, maybe being a baby wasn’t so bad.

»Do we have to be fighting?«
«Can’t we just be going home?»

»«Okei for dokei.»« With some reluctance, Jetfire and Jetstorm come down from the rafters of the group’s temporary home and head toward the coordinates. While showing up for the big mission was awkward, it was nice they were spared from being spared from seeing the others. No pre-battle goodbyes, no worried staring, just straight to work. And if everything went well then everyone would come out alive and they could all say hello and not goodbye,

»What do we do after the Decepticons are out of the palace?«

::Stay on standby. Keep them from escaping into the city, but do not engage.::

::Jetfire? Jetstorm? It's time. Are the two of you ready?::
bitterskyfire

onemind-twobodies:

bitterskyfire:

onemind-twobodies:

onemind-twobodies:

Yes, hello, pay no mind to the startled yelps. They weren’t scared right out of their plating, only babies get scared like that and they’re not babies, they’re soldiers. Soldiers are tough and strong and brave and fight in battles and get hurt and beat up a lot and they eventually die painful deaths and—

…on second thought, maybe being a baby wasn’t so bad.

»Do we have to be fighting?«
«Can’t we just be going home?»

There was some distressed chittering, then a small and weak reply, »«No.»«

»We can just find a new home, yeah?«
»Vos is nice but we can do better, yeah?«
»We find without Decepticons and then we don’t die and don’t die. Is a good plan, yeah?«

::Jetfire. Jetstorm.:: A sigh. 

::We will be fine. We will return shortly.::

»You are going to be fighting, with or without us.«

For a while, the twins say nothing because they don’t know what to say at this point. Skyfire and Starscream were going to fight no matter what they said it seemed. For some stupid reason they wanted evict the Decepticons and take back the city. Couldn’t just find a new home, oh no, it had to be Vos.

They didn’t want to fight though, not anymore, not after Astrotrain - stupid fragging drunk Astrotrain - had them limping back to the medibay with their limbs barely hanging on, not after they were reminded how poorly they handled themselves against Lockdown, who wasn’t even a Decepticon but just a rogue mech who acted alone. what chance could they possibly stand against the Decepticon army?

But if they didn’t fight then Skyfire and Starscream would have to fight on their own. Who would protect them from the Decepticons? How they could possibly last on their own against an entire army? They weren’t soldiers, they were… the twins aren’t really sure what they are professionally, but they know they’re not made for this.

The twins were though. Jetfire and Jetstorm had been built specifically for this reason - to be soldiers, to fight the enemy like no one else could, and to protect those who couldn’t protect themselves. Back in their universe fighting like no one else could meant being able to fly, something that didn’t matter here, but they still had their mods. They could control wind and fire, something which no one else was capable of doing, and with their powers they could protect the others, keep them from limping back to the medibay bloodied and broken, keep them from dying, even if it meant having to sacrifice themselves.

»«…where do we need to be?»«

::We are.:: There was no way to get around it. Starscream’s home needed to be retaken, and it was too late to back out at this point. 

At the twin’s question, Skyfire will sigh deeply. He couldn’t ask them to stay behind, no matter how badly he would like it. Probably as much as the twins would like him to sit this out. They wouldn’t get anywhere telling the others to stay home.

::Here.:: He transmitted a set of coordinates. ::Your job will be to help lead the Decepticon out of the palace. Quick strikes, no prolonged battles.::

Hello, this is a extra-encrypted comm. ::Skyfire, we are in position.::
echoing-voices

A heavy sigh. ::Alright. Wait for Starscream’s signal before you begin anything. We’re relying on Arcee’s efforts as a distraction, and if you spring too early, you’re likely to be captured.::

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::Jetfire? Jetstorm? It's time. Are the two of you ready?::
bitterskyfire

onemind-twobodies:

bitterskyfire:

onemind-twobodies:

onemind-twobodies:

Yes, hello, pay no mind to the startled yelps. They weren’t scared right out of their plating, only babies get scared like that and they’re not babies, they’re soldiers. Soldiers are tough and strong and brave and fight in battles and get hurt and beat up a lot and they eventually die painful deaths and—

…on second thought, maybe being a baby wasn’t so bad.

»Do we have to be fighting?«
«Can’t we just be going home?»

They had been itching to go into battle, until it finally dawned on them that someone could die. Now they just want to run away.

»What?«
«No.»
»No.«
«We all need to be going home.»

::I’m afraid we’re past the point of no return, here. We must begin the assault if we are to have any strategic advantage.:: A small rumble. ::If the two of you wish to sit things out, I will support this. Or encourage it, mostly.::

There was some distressed chittering, then a small and weak reply, »«No.»«

»We can just find a new home, yeah?«
»Vos is nice but we can do better, yeah?«
»We find without Decepticons and then we don’t die and don’t die. Is a good plan, yeah?«

::Jetfire. Jetstorm.:: A sigh. 

::We will be fine. We will return shortly.::

::Jetfire? Jetstorm? It's time. Are the two of you ready?::
bitterskyfire

onemind-twobodies:

bitterskyfire:

onemind-twobodies:

Yes, hello, pay no mind to the startled yelps. They weren’t scared right out of their plating, only babies get scared like that and they’re not babies, they’re soldiers. Soldiers are tough and strong and brave and fight in battles and get hurt and beat up a lot and they eventually die painful deaths and—

…on second thought, maybe being a baby wasn’t so bad.

»Do we have to be fighting?«
«Can’t we just be going home?»

Well. This is a bit of a puzzle. Not too long ago the Twins were itching to join the battle.

::If you would like. We are about to begin our assault on Megatron’s forces.::

Hey, he’s not complaining. If they want to stay home they’re out of danger. 

They had been itching to go into battle, until it finally dawned on them that someone could die. Now they just want to run away.

»What?«
«No.»
»No.«
«We all need to be going home.»

::I’m afraid we’re past the point of no return, here. We must begin the assault if we are to have any strategic advantage.:: A small rumble. ::If the two of you wish to sit things out, I will support this. Or encourage it, mostly.::

::Jetfire? Jetstorm? It's time. Are the two of you ready?::
bitterskyfire

onemind-twobodies:

Yes, hello, pay no mind to the startled yelps. They weren’t scared right out of their plating, only babies get scared like that and they’re not babies, they’re soldiers. Soldiers are tough and strong and brave and fight in battles and get hurt and beat up a lot and they eventually die painful deaths and—

…on second thought, maybe being a baby wasn’t so bad.

»Do we have to be fighting?«
«Can’t we just be going home?»

Well. This is a bit of a puzzle. Not too long ago the Twins were itching to join the battle.

::If you would like. We are about to begin our assault on Megatron’s forces.::

Hey, he’s not complaining. If they want to stay home they’re out of danger. 

»
When Good Men Go to War

vosnianprincess:

bitterskyfire:

Sighing, Skyfire is going to set down his datapad, looking it over one more time.

This was it. There was nothing more he could do.

The portal rig had been stripped and then rebuilt, and now covered most of his arm and part of his chest. Crude, perhaps, but he’d been the only mech with enough power reserves to use it, and only sparingly at that. With Meta’s assistance things would be easier, but a scientist never relied upon the unknown.

Another sigh. This went against everything he believed in. Conflict should be resolved with heated arguments and debates, not fists and weapons. But alas. He was working with war builds to take back a city from war builds. There was no other way.

::Star? Are you ready?::

The seeker lifted his helm as the comm., Estella held close to his cockpit. His optics shuttered briefly and she gave the amber glass a comforting pat. Into the breach once more, it seemed. 

::Yes, love. I’m on my way.:: Estella opened a portal back to the base where they would rendezvous with the others. Starscream joined Skyfire once they’d arrived, smiling confidently and praising the completed portal device. 

"Echo should have completed her task by now. Arcee and her forces will be leading the attack any moment now. We only need a small window to whip things into a frenzy. Estella should be able to dispose of them."

Skyfire couldn’t clear the slight irritation from his face quickly enough, but he nodded his agreement. Despite his best efforts, it seemed as though they would be attempting a head-on assault rather than a steal attack. A greater risk for casualties, but! There was nothing more he could do.

"Are you absolutely certain Estella’s abilities can be trusted?" He flexed the arm with the generator attached to it. "I at least am confident in this." Estella’s abilities were still untested, and to rely on the mental equivalent of a newbuild in battle… it didn’t bode well. 

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When Good Men Go to War

Sighing, Skyfire is going to set down his datapad, looking it over one more time.

This was it. There was nothing more he could do.

The portal rig had been stripped and then rebuilt, and now covered most of his arm and part of his chest. Crude, perhaps, but he’d been the only mech with enough power reserves to use it, and only sparingly at that. With Meta’s assistance things would be easier, but a scientist never relied upon the unknown.

Another sigh. This went against everything he believed in. Conflict should be resolved with heated arguments and debates, not fists and weapons. But alas. He was working with war builds to take back a city from war builds. There was no other way.

::Star? Are you ready?::

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Streaming!

ask-smokescreen:

This schedule is a little massive today. I don’t know if I’m prepared for the second thing, to be honest!

I hear it’s really creepy, and has those creepy animatronic animal things. Just warning everyone in advance! I’ll reblog after for everyone that doesn’t like scary things.

But Portal’s first!

  • Portal 2
  • Five Days of Freddy
  • Red Vs Blue
  • Avatar: The Last Airbender
  • Cardcaptor Sakura
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choochoomotherslagger:

no one go near the bee room

not even for an emergency

skybuns i’m sorry but you have a bee room now

…what.