#Air Raid | formsuperion

[formsuperion]

What do you call a pile of jets?

They've found the sun room and are happily sprawled all together in a tangle of limbs.

Even Air Raid is basking happily, tucked against Silverbolt on one side and Slingshot on the other.

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Fireflight waves back cheerily, starts to drift his direction, only to be pulled back to the group by one of the others.

Air Raid glares pointedly.

That's... a lot of jets. Autobot jets.

And Glit's a Decepticon, but he's not a very well-known one, and he's actually kind of a terrible one. It's just strange to see so many Autobots on Earth since the Destron-EDC alliance.

He shrugs. They must be going in the same direction for some other reason. He waves at them. The peace is tenuous, but he wants it to last...forever, if possible.

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"I don't feel so good...." Silverbolt moans.

"You got twenty feet off the ground, wingnut." Air Raid scoffs, squaring up. "Get your head outta the dirt and fly."

"Do it." Slingshot goaded. "Come on, 'Bolt. Or maybe we will choose Air Raid to be our new leader."

Skydive frowned, looking up from the clump of plant in his hands. "I don't think that's how it works..."

[formsuperion]

Will Air Raid and Fireflight ever admit they were the ones to sneak in as many rubber chickens as they could fit in their subspaces into Sanctuary?

Unlikely.

Silverbolt will be mortified when he finds out.

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It's more of a slow realization, a half formed thought passed from mind to mind to mind, reinforced by the steadily growing influx of clearly themed commercials and the movies Fireflight insists on streaming to the small TV they usually all wind up crammed together in front of.

"We need costumes." Air Raid states, at the same time Silverbolt wonders "Can we even eat candy?"

"I can try to turn energon gummy...." Skydive offers uncertainly.

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Raf wants to pat him, even if they realistically can't reach much but his knees.

"Then don't. There's not a war on, so if you don't want to fly right now, you don't have to. On Earth--in the civilised parts of it, anyway--you get to decide what you do with your own body, and that's the end of it."

Raf gives Air Raid a challenging look. "Don't harass people if they don't want to do what you want to do. Go find someone else who does. I called Ravage yesterday and she got her sister Howlback on the line. Howlback works with combiners a lot and she said that one of the hardest problems for combiners to deal with in peacetime is that the mech who's the head thinks they're the boss of all the others. But you're not. When you're all separate people, they can think for themselves 100% of the time and do as they please, and if you don't acknowledge that, they won't want to combine with you."

They sigh. "Sorry, Skydive--I wasn't ignoring you. That is a cool cactus and I don't know very much about them. It could be a little one that hasn't been growing long enough to have arms, or it could be another kind. Do you think you could take a lot of image captures and then replant it? We can ask people I know about it."

"...what's going on out here?"

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Primus.

He hopes they aren't in trouble. And that Air Raid won't start a fight.

Said brother only looks vaguely irritated from where he's sprawled, sunning on the hot tarmac. "Stop thinking so loud, or I will start a fight." The other scoffs, though it's mostly bluster.

"Both of you should sun more and fight less." Fireflight puts in.

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Testingly, Skydive chirps. His wings lift. He chirps again, warbles.

"... That sounds weird. But... Cool." Air Raid huffs. "Maybe whistle too. Like this." He adds a rising whistle sound.

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@supremestarscream

"Oh yeah?! You wanna fight, you tinfoil turkey?!" Air Raid challenges.

"Raid. No." Silverbolt just looks embarrassed.

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".... What is a kazoo and why?" Air Raid not quite demands.

[esquivelle]

Raf follows them in. They're waiting to hear what the bots have to say. It seems like some of them are a little more worldly than Skydive; that's good. They just...want to help them. The Autobots abandoned these jets and that's not right.

Raf will always love Optimus, and Ratchet (and Bumblebee most of all, RIP--at least they come close to understanding what it's like for Charlie now) but it's not lost on them that nobody told them what they'd actually done to Soundwave until Ravage came tearing in after them, all fury and teeth and claws and loaded for bear, demanding to know what they'd done with or to her conjunx.

They're starting to understand that they had to be on the side they were on because the other side wanted their planet and didn't care how many people they had to kill to get it, but that doesn't mean that the situation wasn't...complex.

And being a part of Soundwave's Small Conversation will never not be beyond weird.

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“I wish it was that simple,” Raf says. “But yes. The planet belongs to humanity. And we’re afraid–I’m not, but lots of the rest of us are–that we’ll lose it. So let’s go inside.”

“I got this." Air Raid steps over to the hangar door, gripping onto the side of it, and hauling it open wide enough for Fireflight and Skydive to fit through, and plenty of room for Raf to follow the two jets when they chose to.

[esquivelle]

I love you guys too. Did Powerglide come out yet? TC was going to but he had to go back to Cybertron with Marissa.

Actually it's kind of funny that they're both with humans.

Maybe someday I'll date a robot, who knows.

.....

Rafael is very friend sized. They all think so. Even Air Raid.

Silverbolt has someone new to fret over.

[esquivelle]

"Air Raid," said Raf, "the war between the Autobots and the Decepticons is over. And humans have a lot of say over what happens here because this is our planet, and while there are a few of us living on the Moon and on Mars now, there's no other place where we can live without a protected environment. There are many other places where Cybertronians can and do live, but Earth is all we have, unless we can terraform Mars."

They stretch out on the hillside.

"You're a person. It doesn't matter what you were made to do, it matters that you do what you want to do. If you want to live on Earth, then you have to respect that it's the only place we can live, and be careful with it; if you want to use your fighting skills to protect the people who live here, the EDC can put you to work doing that. But warframes are people, and if you wanted to be a medic, or a teacher, or a lawyer, you could. Warframes have a greater ability to fight than other mecha, but they also have other abilities. And peace is good. It's good that the Decepticons aren't fighting with the Autobots."

"If everyone's talking about why we're made... Well we were made to kick Decepticon afts. Except apparently we can't anymore. It's not allowed." Air Raid scoffs. "Apparently Cons and humans make the rules now. It's stupid too-- warframes are supposed to fight. Except all Silverbolt does is go all quiet, or make us stay indoors."

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"Mentors are just... Mentors." Silverbolt shrugs back, with a flick of his own wings. "You found us, got us to come here. That's like being a mentor."

"You did." Air Raid complains. " 'Flight wanted to go back to Earth to get all of our Halloween stuff, but we got told we needed supervision to be allowed back there." He makes a face.

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".... Do you want something? We saw what day it is. On the calendar." Silverbolt wants to know.

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Slingshot is watching Air Raid and Silverbolt fight intently; it's Fireflight who responds to the not quite questions.

"... They'll be okay." Fireflight responds, even if his wings tip down, unhappily. "I promise." He doesn't add that this is how Air Raid has learned to resolve things with Silverbolt, or that fights are somewhat common, or even that this is what warframes do-- even in just this short amount of time, he's learnt better.

And he doesn't like the way the bond feels when they fight. None of them do. Not even Air Raid.

"Air Raid will get Silverbolt to come around." He offers up. "And... Maybe Raf too. We like them." He adds.

A pause. "Its just... all a lot of new information. We didn't know there was school for Cybertronians, even. ... Sorry for them fighting."

Silverbolt has been even quieter since Halloween at Sanctuary, for all the others-- even the normally prickly Air Raid and aloof Slingshot-- can't seem to hide their enthusiasm for a potential return visit, already.

Or more.

Skydive isn't even there.

He doesn't push back when Air Raid prods him verbally, and the way the bond feels suggests he's closed himself off a little.

Which of course drives the others to press at him still further.

There will be a fight soon, if the way Air Raid bristles at him implies anything.

And soon becomes now, the moment Silverwing and Skydive are gone.

Silverbolt turns to tell Slingshot, again, that they can't stay. And Air Raid pounces.

Fireflight and Slingshot just as instinctively move to make sure anyone else won't accidentally get hurt.

[viridiansilverwing]

An attractive nuisance, obviously. (Also a very normal occurrence after junior seeker cadet training sessions.)

Silverwing and Viridian come into the sun room with Silverwing's creche-friend Wildbreak, who's visiting from Velocitron, and Viridian's younger brother Dedication. Except for Viridian herself, they're all Decepticons. Wildbreak and Viridian are not jets...but Dedication is going to be a rather large jet, who must also be some kind of heavy transport because his shoulders have tank treads.

"Hi boys," Silverwing says as she settles into a nice warm spot.

They have sweets, and rather weak engex, because Soundwave and Silvermist refuse to let them have the good stuff.

What do you call a pile of jets?

They've found the sun room and are happily sprawled all together in a tangle of limbs.

Even Air Raid is basking happily, tucked against Silverbolt on one side and Slingshot on the other.