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ㅤCharming, as usual, except this time she sounded absolutely godawful. Like her vox modulator had been run through a blender.

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“Blaze.”

First Aid’s volume is set at an awkward sort of stage-whisper, but his expression is completely earnest.

“Psst. Come here.” He pats the edge of the medberth, shooting very obvious glances towards the closed door of Ratchet’s office. “Sneaky though.”

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:: You got a bogey on your six. ::

Vortex groans. There's no such thing as a 'Con going for a simple flight anywhere near human-populated areas on this planet. It's not Cybertron, but Earth had some decent spots to soar through the skies, view beautiful sights, and don't even get him started on those tornadoes that form. Unfortunately, the small fragile fleshlings ruin it by contacting the Autobots once they catch a glimpse of anything Decepticon suspicious.

And okay, maybe he did fly too low to the ground to spook them. He couldn't help it when they got scared so easily.

:: Please tell me it's- ::

:: No. :: Blast Off huffs out. :: Scanners show it's a plane or jet, not piloted by a human. ::

:: Greeaaaat. :: His day could not get any more annoying. Besides his rival, the only Autobot fliers were a pacifist scientist, a glorified human lover, and the aerial combiner team who acted like they ruled the skies. The Combaticon attempts to lose them in the clouds, but his HUD picks up an oncoming missile that comes in fast and hits his tail rotor before he can even react.

"Haha! Gotcha Decepti-creep!"

Unable to continue flying, Vortex transforms and spins around to see the Aerialbot, also known as Air Raid, charging at him. Using whatever momentum he has left, he sends himself crashing right into them. His visor glares at the enemy as he punches a servo into the jet's cockpit, aiming straight for the control panel while the other grips the wing flap. If he's going down, he's bringing the flier wannabe with him.

The Autobot transforms to fight back and it's a battle of who gets to be the other's cushion when plummeting into the ground. Needless to say, they both equally take the impact when crashing into a neighborhood. Destroying multiple houses before they finally skid to a stop. Any humans who weren't caught in the collision were screaming, running for their lives, or staying in their homes for protection.

Vortex doesn't waste a second getting back up, ignoring any injuries he sustained including the damage to his knee joint, he limps over to the downed Aerialbot readying his weapon, and snatches it from him. "You are in for it now." The Combaticon claims as he steps on the 'Bot and uses the weapon as a club to strike Air Raid's face multiple times.

Air Raid spits out energon and looks confidently up at the Combaticon. "Upset that you won't be flying anytime soon?"

The question is met with another bash to the Autobot's face. "I might be unable to fly for a couple days..." Vortex states while bringing the weapon down again. "But they'll need to rebuild your face from scratch..." And again. "Once." Whack. "I'm." Whack. "Done." Whack. "With." Whack. "You."

Whack.

The gun breaks making the copter look at it before tossing it aside. He looks down at the Aerialbot, his beaten face almost unrecognizable with pieces of it all around him and pooling in energon. Air Raid attempts to say something and Vortex leans over with a gleam in his visor.

"Upset you won't be using that vain mouth of yours~?" The Combaticon deeply chuckles while leaning away and catching Blast Off landing a distance from him. He turns to limp over to his teammate.

:: Are you forgetting something? ::

Vortex slants his helm as he points back at the Autobot with his thumb. "That one? Please..."

"They are not worth it."

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Would you like to have another child to round up your kid counter to 20

Are you offering to babysit?

:: Anyway. Got my ship back. ::

This is the only comm. line he sends after weeks of staying silent.

::Congrats::

A short and sweet reply, but he does mean it.

:: Am sure you're more relaxed now.::

::Where the frag are you now?::

Is he going to disappear now again for a few months?

When Wild is told by the Chief she can finally go home and has a whopping four days off to recuperate from her non stop, chaotic three weeks of mass casualties, back to back surgeries and post operative rounds she jumps for joy. She can finally go home! She can recharge in her own berth and take a long bath while reading a trashy romance novel. She can relax. Wild wastes no time in clocking out and stops for no one on her way out of the hospital. It really doesn't take her long to walk so the hospital is no longer in sight. The medic takes her route through side alleys and quiet areas, the sound of the bustling city of Iacon quieting down slowly. Wild doesn't even know what time it is anymore, she can only focus on getting off her pedes and being away from others. Her servos dully aching with a need to use her powers. She's had to contain them and act 'normal' for far too long, she needs an outlet. Wild's attention however is snapped back to reality as she watches a large mech fall from the sky out of nowhere. Her instincts kicks in and she runs over immediately. "Hey! Are you okay?" Upon getting close up to the mech on the ground she sees just how bad of a state he's in. "Let me help you." She grabs his servo with her own and begins to pull him up, looking him over for any more injuries of concern. The EM field the mech is exuding however causes Wild to pause. Her grip remains firm on his servo and she just simply holds him there. Something feels familiar. Something feels wrong. @photobombingcryptid

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Xiaolong is now a pancake. He will never recover.

@photobombingcryptid threatened...

Unicron would you like a carbon copy of myself and by that i mean would you like 100 copies

( DO THEY HAVE THE SAME CABLE LAYOUT AND SEASONING YOU HAVE )

( UNICRON COULD USE SOME EXTRA LEGS FOR ITS LARDER. )

@photobombingcryptid​ wot: He's pulled and he is pulled in close. In true Blaze fashion to induce a state of utter confusion, he is swift to put his servo on Beastie's shoulder and wink at him. "So. You free tonight?"

Blaze clearly rolled the dice for something very special that would cause the world to shake:

“....yes.”

Beastie responded to the supposed date??? Positively???

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“I wish he wasn’t always gone for such long stretches. I worry one day he won’t come back and I’ll never even get to find out why. It’s like loving a comet and knowing that eventually he’ll fall to some bright and turbulent star.”

“I want to keep him safe and out of Situations but I know that’ll just make him feel smothered. I hope he knows he can come to me for help, even if all I’m able to do is pop some dents back out.”

"Juuuuuust like how you are better at getting kissed." Dips him down to lean over him. "Want one now~?"

photobombingcryptid There's more. You haven't seen my map. That's also 3D

"Are you serious? MORE?!?!"

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"Can I take a look?"

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At some point, close to the evening on a slow day, Whirl sends a ping to Blaze.

::Down for a bar crawl? I've got some new mods to test out.::

Getting those mods was an experience alright. It wasn't as invasive as he thought it would and they were impressively patient with him and his erratic response and needing to move. But they got it done, multiple hours longer than what was planned, but he made it! Eventually.

He's actually really proud of doing that by himself.

The mods in question were in fact, ones that would give him his sense of taste back. He has noticed with his already limited sense of- well, everything, having at least taste back would make his life so much more enjoyable than it is now.

Tasting the air already is bizzare. It's really weird. Not just taste he got back, whatever he invents is directly sifted through a modded sensor and essentially giving him his smell back.

The first thing he wanted to do now, was go through the places he frequented in Polyhex and try out some things of his past- and who better to bring along for the ride than Blaze?

@photobombingcryptid baps at her leg

Wild looks down at the set of claws swiping at her. "Yknow if you wanted a cookie you could have just asked." The femme grabs a cookie out the box and drops it down to Blaze. Lets see how fast he can catch it.

Oh, officer, are you seduced by his horns? Are you feeling the buzz in your spark?

Oh officer, shall we go on a date?

I will put pool noodles on them.