#(( Edgerider is not calling the cube a piece of scrap ))

[bytesnbolts]

🤔🤔 (for Sideline and Solar Flare)

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- A friend enabler for Solarflare -

“Look who came to join me for another exciting installment of disciplinary drills. What’s current? How was that blind date I scored you, my mech?”

Streak slid in behind Solarflare, trailing in his lackluster contrails for a moment before lifting to fly formation right above him; the roar of the other flight engine sent vibrations right through the surveillance plane’s plating.

The seeker, like Solarflare, ended up on disciplinary drills pretty often for various infractions from skipping curfew and drills to contraband in the barracks to disrespecting the Council. If asked, he liked to say he came from a ‘bad batch of coldies’. Streak was a classic seeker in many respects; if he didn’t already have a conjunx endura, Solarflare would have asked him out. As it was, his friend was more than happy to enable him in anything that reeked of trouble and took the drill flights with him afterwards.

“Absolute Pit! His thrusters gave out mid-flight and I had to glide him down for an emergency landing! He was heavy! There was paint-transfers in the worst spots; I had to go in for a re-paint before I got back here!”

Streak cackled.

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- Sideline’s oldest brothers and his pet cube; set in Royal AU -

“Can I please play too?”

The three oldest creations of House Strongforge looked down at the youngest and smallest of their siblings. Still a newbuild, Sideline looked up at them with large hopeful optics, holding on to that piece of scrap cube that they had thrown out not to long ago. Had he dug through the trash to get it? It was unbecoming of a member of House Strongforge.

Blueburst, the eldest of the nine, flicked his newest cube in his servos back and forth in thought and glanced across to Windwalker for input.

The hover-bike shrugged in return, but turned to start for the stairs leading down to the recreational yard. “Let’s just go. We’re wasting our free-time.”

That was fine by Blueburst. He fell in line after Windwalker.

Edgerider knelt and put a large servo out to his brother. “Let me see your cube.”

“Why?”

“I just want to look at it. You want to play some cube with me, right?”

“Well,” Sideline looked down at his cube before at his older brother, “just be careful, please.”

Edgerider stood up once the cube was in his servo and turned away.

“Absolute piece of scrap.”

“Hey!”

Sideline ran closer, looking up at where his cube now sat on top of one of the low roofs of their home. Edgerider had the longest arms and the tallest frame out of them, so he had no trouble placing the cube so high.

The cube bleeped and moved across the patterned panels in confusion.

“Fun playing with you, brother; we should do it again.” The larger mech stalked off after the other two, disappearing down the stairs.

Sideline looked after Edgerider for a moment before up at the cube high above his helm. His winglets drooped in disappointment before flicking back up with determination. Warrior nobles didn’t just give up at the first sign of trouble, and neither would he. Plus, his poor cube needed him! 

“It’s gonna be okay. Just stay right there and I’ll come get you.”

The cube bleeped twice in response.