Science & Flight

Burn smirked a bit.

“Indeed we are sister.” Scorch hissed in response.

“Like pit you are.” She snarled our, pressing her back against the wall, glaring at Burn, who just chuckled a bit.

“The past is hard to leave behind Commander Skyfire.” Burn said crisply.

“We have set up a birthroom for you. Unfortunately we were only able to acquire one for the two of you.” Burns icy red optics slowly looked him over.

“If you wish for some other accommodation please report it to me, and I will inform Lord Megatron.”

✦ –|| Skyfire vented a deep sigh through his systems before placing a servo on his hip. There was a sort of deep rivalry between the pair, that much was certain; while he knew not of the struggles they had faced either with or against one another, the scientist was well aware of the fact that an unsteady relationship such as this would likely complicate things moving forward.

     And he did not always do well being in the middle of conflicts he had no part in.

Another Praxin, eerily like is Autobot guard but with bright blue highlights and cold red optics. He sensed the femme behind him stiffen more and give a slight growl.

“My designation is Burn. I will be your leason. You are Skyfire, correct?” Her voice was crisp, cold, and straight to the point. She looked to his bodyguard.

“Scorch.” The praxin Autobot behind him shifted and spoke in a young, firey voice.

“Burn.” She hissed out.

✦ –|| The massive flier looked down to greet the other, surprised to see just how much she resembled the Autobot that had been stationed here as well. He cycled his optics then, twice, before a smile crossed his features. “Yes, that is correct; I am Skyfire, chief scientist and aerial commander of the Autobots. I am pleased to make your acquaintance.”

His Autobot guard, a black Praxin femme sniper with flaming red highlights, hadn’t said a word to him…. or at all. She watched the door with flaming blue optics, rifle in her lap. Her gaze flicked to him, then back to the door. Her wings were raised up high abover her head, as if to show she was tense without saying so. The door opened with a quiet swish.

✦ –|| As he worked, Skyfire felt a set of optics practically boring through his back plating every few moments. His massive wings shifted uncomfortably, but otherwise no sign of distress was given; Decepticons were harsh when it came to signs of weakness, were they not? It was best to simply stick to what he had been given and hope for the best.

     This was for the future of their race, after all.

✦ –|| It was a lab the likes of which he had not seen in countless centuries; state-of-the-art equipment was neatly arranged throughout the entirety space, giving off a very sterile and controlled feeling. Such energies were not something that Skyfire was used to in a scientific setting, but it was likely something he would have to grow accustomed to--much like having a formal bodyguard of sorts.

     Looking towards the door he frowned, knowing that at any moment his Decepticon-appointed “liaison” would come through looking for him. While he understood the need for security, the idea that he, a scientist, would need someone to watch over him was rather unnerving. What, exactly, did they think he would do here? Yet instead of allowing his mind to linger on such strange thoughts, he brushed them aside and stepped towards a large terminal off to the side of the chamber.

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“Holy shit.” That was a very long time, and a lot of frustration to boot, the poor mech. “Have you tried just throwing stuff together? mix and matching without looking?” In her theory, it could work. He’d just have to watch what worked and what didn’t… and what blew up in his face, but that’s beside the point.

✦ –|| An expression of bewilderment covered Skyfire’s features, and his gaze quickly snapped from his stack of datapads to the visitor. “Of... of course I have not tried that. These are highly volatile chemicals--one drop out of place and I would blow this entire vessel out of the sky. I may be desperate, but I do not have a death wish.”

He waved when Skyfire came into view. Once he caught sight of what was happening, the wave stopped and his servo dropped down by his side. Optics went wide as Skyfire charged down the hall like a bear. Wolffe began to panic, looking left and right trying to find an escape route; even though it was obvious to step to the left.

Before the obvious option fully registered, he was covering his optics with his servos; peeking out in between his fingers to watch the scene before him unfold. It was like a bad car wreck, you just couldn’t look away. He was quiet as he slowly lowered his servos.

Wolffe tried to quietly approach, but the stifling laughter was sure to give him away. “A-are you okay, Sky?” He tried to get out without laughing.

✦ –|| Skyfire groaned miserably, pushing himself from the ground to rest on his knees. Much to his surprise, Wolffe was still there, though approaching him rather slowly. And, given the mech’s laughter, it was clear he was amused by the whole thing. Charming.

     “I am just fine,” he managed to grumble, though his attention was then drawn to a deep scrape along the paint on his chassis. “However, it would appear that my paint is far from it. Not to worry; I am sure it can be dealt with. Knock Out loves to do touch-ups. As for you...”

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🌠 ;; Amber optics rolled in their sockets, and a clawed digit moved up to try and hook the larger mech’s chin. He eased it to the side, turning Skyfire’s attention to him. “You’ve known me longer than most guys around here have, so really, this shouldn’t be a surprise: I live for this slag.”

   Trouble was practically the Seeker’s secondary designation. The very idea of the place that had been described made his spark pulse with delight; shady dealings and people, open space and a chance to explore. Most would always consider him to be Starscream’s lackey and nothing more; Skywarp simply had other plans. If others did not see them as he did, then so be it–that would just mean there was more profit in it for him.

   Unfortunately, Skyfire managed to catch him off guard. He hadn’t considered actually needing a starship just yet. Scrap. “Hmm… yeah, his ship ain’t really my style anyway. There’s always Dreadwing’s stashed down in the holds, and we’re pals–” not really “–so it won’t be an issue. As for my plans, don’t you worry; you’ll find out soon enough. But why are you heading out to talk to a bunch of weird traders?”

✦ –|| Skyfire had always been wary of the purple Seeker; there was a greater intelligence buried beneath layers of wit and anger that made him incredibly dangerous, though few ever seemed to take it seriously. Perhaps that was how Skywarp preferred things. If no one suspected him of being smart enough to do something, then he was free to complete a task as he saw fit. It was no wonder he had become such an accomplished assassin.

     “I doubt your closeness with Dreadwing, but if you feel he would be willing to part with his mostly-dismantled ship, good luck on that.” The humans had gotten a hold of it, and as far as the scientist was concerned, that was the worst death sentence one could ever receive. “But if I have a travelling partner, I would prefer to know what it is they are planning, just so that neither of us will be interfering with one another.

     That, and he trusted Skywarp about as much as Megatron trusted anyone but himself and Soundwave. He gently jerked his helm from the other’s grasp before giving a faint flick of annoyance from his mighty wings, and said, “As you are aware, the AllSpark is missing--that is my fault, therefore it is my duty to recover it. I am looking for anyone that may have seen it, or heard of it--second-worst-case-scenario is that someone found it and is trying to sell it, or already has. But that is only second-worst because it means I would have to figure out how to re-obtain it. The worst case is that it is lost forever. But, the thing about shady traders over your run-of-the-mill alien is that they always have information to sell, for a price.”