#Silverbolt | formsuperion

[doctor-glitterbomb]

".... Do you have.... Do you have anything for heights?" Silverbolt looks extremely embarrassed, already half ready to flee. "It's just. They said this was the medical area. And... And I'm not always weird about heights. I can go if you'd rather."

Glit looks up. And then he looks up some more. He's not a large Cybertronian, even on two legs rather than four, and they built these young Autobots pretty darn big.

"Yes, I'm the chief medical officer of this station. My name is Glit. Please come inside and sit down in one of the consultation rooms, I'll show you. You seem very embarrassed, and I have some questions, but i don't want to ask you in front of everyone else in the waiting room. You're entitled to medical privacy. We should be able to help you, whatever the problem is."

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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.

[esquivelle]

"Silverbolt, when I'm on Sanctuary, I eat with the rest of the humans in their commissary. When I'm in my apartment in Tsukuba Science City, I also have plenty of food. I can afford food wherever I go. I have a job with the EDC and grants that support my research."

Raf sighs.

"If I don't want to eat alone, my mama and abuela will feed me in Jasper, or Mrs Darby will. On Mars I can eat with Charlie at Utopia Planitia. It's sweet of you, but I do not need you to buy me a lifetime supply of canned glop. That stuff isn't really even good for us except as an occasional thing when we're too busy to get something better."

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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..."

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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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go out on a group date with the stunticons

"... What? Why?" Silverbolt blinks in confusion. "Also... No thank you."

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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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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.

[esquivelle]

"... Raf? Raf, we... we decided something." There's Silverbolt, looming in over them with a faintly anxious expression. The others range behind, unconsciously mirroring.

"Raf... We think... We think we'd like to meet another Cybertronian. Before we do any more."

"Okay, that's fair, but who? You should probably meet more than one, actually. Someone from EDC and someone from Sanctuary. And an Autobot, if we can find one."

Raf shrugs. "Thundercracker's the easiest person to get from the EDC. Sanctuary...I don't know. I can get you a video uplink to talk to someone and you can decide if you want to meet with them here."

They want this to be fair. They do. They just want to act fast and secure these bots' right to stay where they are, if that's what they want.

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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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"... Can you explain?" Skydive again.

This time though, Silverbolt is lurking nearby. Just in case.

[esquivelle]

"Do you know... Do you know any fliers we could talk to?" Silverbolt offers by way of greeting. "I mean, we met Powerglide but that was only the one time. I think... I think it would be nice to meet, really, anyone you recommend. But... Maybe a flier could help us. Help me."

"I think Powerglide might still be around somewhere. He lives with a human lady. And also there is Thundercracker." Raf muses for a moment. "I think they are friends."

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Silverbolt just hopes that he can get this right. He doesn't want to leave Earth any more than the others do.

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"... I think I need a nap." -Silverbolt

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

"Raid. No." Silverbolt just looks embarrassed.

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@salivatingsycophant

Silverbolt holds very still, uneasy. "I didn't... I didn't mean to disturb you." He mumbles. "... Sorry."