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.

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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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