[voice] location--in motion

[sword_redemption]

[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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[Audio]

[winged_knight]

Hey now, I'm not a completely green cadet you know. [He's just really rusty. But saying that would probably be in extra poor taste.]

I will be more careful.

Let me know if you want help. Or just company.

[Audio]

[sword_redemption]

[His last memory of you is of you dying, staked to the ground by Braids lance. Sorry if he's a little overprotective about you getting grounded again. ]

Just be careful.

[However, Drift will not be careful. If there's any place in a battle more dangerous than where he's standing, he's generally moving in that direction. In short, where he is is the last place Wing should be.]

Fight well, Wing.

[Audio]

[winged_knight]

[It's flattering actually. But we'll definitely have to get you some new memories.]

Yes, I will!

[As much as he hates it, it's hard for Wing to argue this. He won't burden you with his worry though, and instead trust in your tenacity to stay alive.]]

And you, Drift.