re_alignment | [voice] location--in motion

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tf: idw | drift

[voice] location--in motion

[Drift may seem to be in a strangely upbeat mood. Because this? This he can do. He's spent more of his life in a battlefield than anywhere else, and more time in the field than some of his new friends have been alive.]

[In other words, he knows this.]

[The post is voice because he's busy doing his thing. And he doesn't want to take a break or risk traumatizing the weak of spark with what is likely very, very messy stuff.]

We need to coordinate air support. Spotters, at least, to tell us the pattern: where and what we're facing.

You don't have to engage; just spot and report.

[Not really locked to Wing.] ...try to be safe. Don't do anything stupid. [A pause.] That's my job.

[Not really locked to Wheeljack] You ever get those grenades ready?

[Not really locked to Annie.] Where are you?

[Not really locked to Noisy Boy.] These, uh, these don't fight fair. Might want to sit this one out.

((ooc: comm responses and action spam welcome))

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I can tell you the largest concentration are falling in the junkyard.

However, I have seen some leaving the area toward the temples.

[He's driving, right now, with junk flying by in the background. Now he knows why you were concerned about him staying out!]

Like we did.

This might be a time to figure out what energy was expended bringing them here.

[Or maybe later.]

Are they heading there deliberately? Or just wandering like we did? [Because Drift did a lot of Clueless Wandering.]

You going to be safe?

They might still have some residual on them.

I have no way of tracking it, though. [He's not a scientist, he's just...a police liaison for scientists. Or the other way around. Sometimes. When he's not doing other things. He's busy.]

It is deliberate. They aren't wasting much time. It is almost like they're tracking us.

[What you noticed, he also noticed. And did you...really just ask him that?]

My specialization is in combat. [He will be fine.] Also, I am not leaking. [Which makes him the only one out of the two of them.]

Someone was looking for a specimen. Maybe when this is over we can do that.

[We 'get' the specimen. Drift's idea of science is sort of pugilistic.]

Hnh. We need to make sure the Temples are protected. Someone's at Solus's. Where can you go?

[He's not going to question you. Yet.] You're going to fight with your comrades, right?

[A snort.] Don't worry about the leaking. It's something I can throw in their optics.

Living or dead?

[He transforms, climbing the tall junk pike he's called 'home' for quite some time, pulling his shotgun down off of his back.]

I can go anywhere. Deckerd says he has a plan, however, and my first duty is to my team.

[From the top, he can see plenty of directions where the monsters are heading.] There are some on route to Vector's temple. [He isn't air support, but this is not bad. Raising his weapon, he aims toward one that isn't far off, and the noise feedback from the powerful slug firing makes the communicator go silent for a moment, before it returns.]

Did no one worry about you, before? [Because he can tell you aren't used to it. You always have a comeback.]

Not sure if it matters. They get what they get. It's not worth endangering one of us to try to get a live one.

[If that's not good enough, whoever wants it can get his own specimen.]

You should stay with your team. Especially if you've fought together before.

[A practiced team is a blessing in combat.]

Not really. [Perceptor, perhaps, but they circled around that awkwardly enough. And Perceptor's worry normally came with armor-piercing sniper rounds.] It was easier that way.

Perhaps not, unless retrieving one alive will help prevent future attacks.

[Or help them find a way home.]

We always fight together. [It was a blessing.] It will be strange without the boss, however. Or without Build Team. There's no time for remorse currently, but...

[He sends off another carefully calculated shot.] I miss them. I would fight better, with them here.

[Your words don't surprise him, but they do make him sad.] With your permission, then, I will keep you in my thoughts. [It's always good to have someone who knows to check up on you, later. In case you might be dead.]

True. But right now, we have this to get through.

[A sympathetic sound.] It's good to have those you can trust to fight beside.

It's only honorable to miss your friends. Especially in such a strange place.

I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. _{But thank you}.

Fight well, McCrane. Do your team proud.

We will manage.

[He says it with seriousness, his own brand of confidence. He has Gunmax and Deckerd, and he has new friends that he has made. This fight will be won.]

[However, he still nods.]

You are worth worrying about. [You've been nothing but nice to him, after all.]

I have received instructions from Deckerd. [He finally says, because he's finally gotten them.] If you can drive any monsters to the following coordinates, we have a way to neutralize them. [Coordinates would be sent.]

We will.

[He's got a few million years of undefeated to his credit. He's not going to let some gibbering pitspawn take him down when Turmoil couldn't.]

You're one of the few that would say that, but thank you. [On the Lost Light, honestly, who would miss him? Rodimus, perhaps, but Rodimus didn't do 'worry'. It was against his religion or something.]

[A sound of acknowledgement.] I'll do my best.

Perhaps only one of the few to say it out loud.

[People can be so quiet about these sorts of things. He doesn't use very many words to do it, himself.]

Then it's still worthy of note, whatever courage lets you speak when others don't.

You were in a war.

Maybe there wasn't time.

There is some, right now.

[He shoots his weapon off, again.] And there might not be, later.

[With what Deckerd has planned...they might not have much time left at all.]

[Drift would not consider slicing his way through a seething horde of Sharkticons to be 'more time'. More like 'more of the same but slightly uglier'.]

Thank you, then.

[He sees your shotgun and raises you some slicing.]

There will be. Have faith in yourself. In your team.

You are welcome. [He nods, and their shooting/slicing bonanza continues!]

I do have faith in them. We will succeed.

[A beat.]

Good luck to you. This may be one more step on your road to redemption.

I can hope.

Till then, just do my best.

[Which is, apparently, slicing Sharkticons into sushi. ]

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