[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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VERY TOUCHING. /hi fives you two \ (ﾟ◇ﾟ)ノ へ(ﾟ◇ﾟ )/

[raceme]

[Blurr's glad to see that no major damage is done and once they're both on their feet again he take a look around. There are pieces (small ones) of the Sharkticon queen scattered all around, some of them even crushed the other Sharkticon.]

Now... that's quite the impressive stomachache...

[You can't have transformers without bad puns.]

Sorry, needed to recharge my MANLINESS here

[sword_redemption]

[Drift shoots Wheeljack a look over his shoulder, while jerking one of his blades free from the last Sharkticon of this wave.]

Don't you know never to promise medics stuff like that? They tend to take it personally when you don't.

[That's 'when' not 'if'. As your robro (brobot?) knows all too well.]

[He snerks at Blurr's joke.] Guess something it ate disagreed with it.

[.....funny? Right?]

[Okay fine he'll leave the combat comedy to others, then. But at leas the tried.]

Mine's at half battery. I'm still good to go.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Wheeljack chuckles at at Drift and Blurr's lameness jokes, shaking his head a little to jog what was still fuzzy in his processor. When seeing Drift pull his sword out of the remaining Sharkticon, he can't help but smirk a little.]

Couldn't leave that last one for me?

[He bounces on his feet, as if testing them out before smirking at the others.]

Good work, boys. We make a pretty good team.

MANLINESS? What's that?

[raceme]

I'm not very used to those. [Blurr admits, smiling.] You did most of th work anyway butitwasgreat.

[sword_redemption]

[Hey, Drift doesn't have to be funny, does he? He's got more swords than hands, and according to Ultra Magnus was one of the most fearsome Decepticons ever to stalk the face of Cybertron. Surely that counts for something?]

[Drift smirks back. It is a manly exchange of manly smirks.] Don't get greedy, now. We let you have the big one, Wheeljack.

Hey, you got it to open its mouth. [If anything, Drift was the small fry on this team. All he'd done was stab anything that moved, and acted as a launchpad.]