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Post by Flare Draft on Feb 8, 2018 22:11:27 GMT
"When I joined, this faction meant equality and a better life for all cybertronians. Now I finally find the main force and all we saw was greed and self interest. Contact us when the real Autobots show up."
His wings shifted as a strong gust threatened to blow him away before shooting directly up, hoping to get above this massive storm.
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Post by ShadowZone on Feb 9, 2018 8:25:39 GMT
ShadowZone wondered just how much of a 'reality' came solely from the flier's helm. There had been no greed, no self interest. Greed for what? Self interest should have meant the sergeant wanted everything for himself, yet he did not. "You are blinded by your own ego." He said calmly. The moment the flier moved up to leave, he turned from him back to Empress. He transformed. Once doing so , she was given an option of two locations, if not three, on or in which she could ride with him, back to the nearest autobot position. Would she prefer the cockpit, from where she could see everything, albeit rather crammed, the hold, where there was more space, but less to see, or simply the top, on his back, where everything was in abundance, but the comfort of travel was diminished.
He waited again, the invitation had been made, and she would not be rushed. But if she wanted her legs back, perhaps coming with him would have been the best solution.
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Post by Empress on Feb 9, 2018 22:36:05 GMT
The predacon fought and failed to hide her urge to wince when the young flier took off. Her audios folded downwards and to the side while she shut her optics. A brief expression of pain flashed upon her features for no more than a second before fading away instantaneously.
Empress watched with masked curiosity as ShadowZone switched forms, her wings moving in absent motions. Briefly, she compared herself to the other's alt mode, taking note that both had wings but in different styles. Her next movements held much hesitance as she approached the other. Ten minutes alone were spent trying to decipher and determine what exactly she wanted to do.
After what seemed like her hundredth circuit around the mech, Empress settled with riding on top. With an awkward flap of her wings and a bit of clawing for a foot hold, the beast was more or less secured and ready to go.
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Post by ShadowZone on Feb 12, 2018 5:42:39 GMT
ShadowZone carefully started up his turbines. It all happened gradually, the noise even only gradually becoming a little louder - even if it was far beneath the usual noise coming from a jet. He waited for the predacon to get more used to that, before starting up vertically, his thrusts helping him with the lift. Once they were high enough, they turned to begin moving forward.
The flier still checked that the cargo on top was safe and secure and agreeable with the fact that they began to move. He did not want to scare her into panic, for several reasons. One being her mental well being, another, because she could injure both herself and him, should she try to do something silly.
If all went well, he would head back for the energon refinery.
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