" "Well, well, well. I had heard you left the Lost Light. I didn't know we would cross paths so soon after my own departure." A certain teal jet puts a servo in his hip, the other holding that mysterious orange briefcase that he had never let another soul peak at. But there was something different about the way Brainstorm was carrying himself. Even more confident than normal, he looked almost menacing. He was watching Drift with a trained optic, waiting for him to move. " ———@spark-took-flight ( brainstorm ).
he'd detected brainstorm before brainstorm had detected him, & not merely because of the touch of their EM fields. drift can feel how his former ally's aura has ... soured, like the remnants of some scientific experiment left over a burner for long enough to scorch to the bottom of the glass ; his finials twitch a little when he turns to face the flight frame, trying to remain taciturn in spite of the growing dread that's gnawing at his tank like a hungry scraplet.
" brainstorm. should i be saying that it's good to see you, or should i be concerned? " he replies coolly, keeping things cordial & not reaching for the hilt of one of his swords. " we left the lost light for completely different reasons, after all. "
if ... brainstorm had left the lost light for the reason that he suspects, at least.
