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I seem to have been gone for some time.
So… how is everyone?
i almost died 8D
...I’m not surprised.
And just how did you manage it this time?

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I seem to have been gone for some time.
So... how is everyone?
The transmission is static-filled, but still legible. ::How are the two of you doing?::
They’ll take what they can get. A little static isn’t really something to be worried about.
»«SKYFIRE!»««We be doing good.»»Are you doing good too?«»«Where are you?»«
»Space?« «Really?»
That answer is kind of a given, but they’ll take it anyway. It probably just means he’s traveling from one point to another and totally not starting to go crazy.
»Have you been anywhere cool?« «Have you run into space pirates?» »Or meet any new aliens?« «Did you find more organics or bots?»
::Well. There aren’t very landmarks in space, you know. I doubt a string of coordinates would mean much to you, either.::
::Hmm. It depends on your definition of ‘cool’. Temperature-wise, there was a planet entirely made of immense ice structures.:: A chuckle. ::Though I doubt that was what you meant. I ran into space pirates a few times, and nearly had to trade my wing to escape one group.::
::I have met several species of organics, some even capable of communication.::
»«Nooo…»« Coordinates would be something tangible though, and in an emergency something to go to. (No guarantees on them actually being helpful though.)
You are getting such a groan, that ‘ugh, why did you make that horrible pun’ groan.
Although the ice planet does sound kind of cool.
«Really?» «Are you needing us to come beat them up?» «We are excellent at beating space pirates, you know.»
»What did they say?« »Did you get anything cool from them?«
Because he's your Space Dad why else would he make a pun like that?
::No no, that won't be necessary. I escaped them, after all.:
::Hmm, a little.:: Are samples of tissue from one of the deceased considered cool? He's pretty sure it's not. ::So, what's been going on on Earth?::
The transmission is static-filled, but still legible. ::How are the two of you doing?::
They’ll take what they can get. A little static isn’t really something to be worried about.
»«SKYFIRE!»««We be doing good.»»Are you doing good too?«»«Where are you?»«
::I’m…:
Huh. Where WAS he? ::Space. That is about as approximate a location as I can give you. I’m doing fine, yes.::
Going a wee bit space crazy, but nothing too worrisome.
»Space?« «Really?»
That answer is kind of a given, but they’ll take it anyway. It probably just means he’s traveling from one point to another and totally not starting to go crazy.
»Have you been anywhere cool?« «Have you run into space pirates?» »Or meet any new aliens?« «Did you find more organics or bots?»
::Well. There aren't very landmarks in space, you know. I doubt a string of coordinates would mean much to you, either.::
::Hmm. It depends on your definition of 'cool'. Temperature-wise, there was a planet entirely made of immense ice structures.:: A chuckle. ::Though I doubt that was what you meant. I ran into space pirates a few times, and nearly had to trade my wing to escape one group.::
::I have met several species of organics, some even capable of communication.::

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The transmission is static-filled, but still legible. ::How are the two of you doing?::
They’ll take what they can get. A little static isn’t really something to be worried about.
»«SKYFIRE!»««We be doing good.»»Are you doing good too?«»«Where are you?»«
::I'm...:
Huh. Where WAS he? ::Space. That is about as approximate a location as I can give you. I'm doing fine, yes.::
Going a wee bit space crazy, but nothing too worrisome.
You are my true soul. My dove. My dear. Within you lies a universe made of every prayer for beauty ever cast furtively to the stars. I love you. My sky. My darling. I love you.
The message, when it reaches him, brings a smile to his face.
bring me back a small planet
[Log entry 427]
I've managed to find another populated sector, with an information network I can actually utilize. Naturally I've uploaded my findings to storage. And samples will be fully scanned and then stored, in case they degrade in storage before they can be examined.
[Personal note:]
It's freeing to be exploring space again. I do regret that I was unable to bring my partner with me,... but this is for the best. Still! While I have a connection to the network I should check back.
vosnianprincess said: My dear, you are entirely too predictable…
Would you rather I have done something else to it?

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*drops off a voodoo doll of your mate* M!A Your mate feels whatever you do to this doll!
*Will gently hug the doll and then place it somewhere where it'll be nice and safe*
((LOOK WHO REMEMBERED THEY MIGHT HAVE ANOTHER ACCOUNT)
(its me i rememberes ;u;))
::Jetfire? Jetstorm? It's time. Are the two of you ready?::
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?::
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.::
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?::
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?::
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.::