[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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[video]

[sword_redemption]

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

[video]

[mccrane]

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.]

[video]

[sword_redemption]

[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.

[video]

[mccrane]

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.

[video]

[sword_redemption]

I can hope.

Till then, just do my best.

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