[Video] [Originating from Trionic Temple]

[littlecrowgirl]

 [The feed opens to show everyone's favourite crow girl, who...in all honesty has been in better spirits. In fact, she's nothing like how she usually is.  Instead of bouncing around, she's taken to remaining curled in a beanbag chair in her room, holding the link as if it could disappear at any moment.  Her eyes are red and puffy, her cheeks are tear streaked, it's...it's a mess.  When she realizes the feed is on, those eyes harden for a moment.]

I want to see everyone right now. Bad things happen when people leave.

[She's rather short on words right now.]

Private to Soundwave

Soundwave...I need to see you. Please.
 

Private to Cliffjumper (Prime)

Thank you for picking me up...

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[littlecrowgirl]

[With the tilt, she backs up slightly, getting a running start before launching herself up onto that wing. For a human, she had a good jump on her. Then again, when you spend your hobby climbing into buildings and being a thief, it comes with the territory. Still, uphill slants were a human's enemy, so she'll scramble to get into that cockpit, letting out a sigh of victory once she's in.]

Success!!

[notyourblueangel]

[Well, if she's that nimble, maybe next time he'll keep the landing gear down. Give her that much more of a challenge. Some experiences are sweeter the harder you have to work for them. Her crow of triumph gets a low chuckle from somewhere behind the panel and over the comm system.]

[Once she's settled, he'll instruct her in how to properly hook up the restraining harness. Down goes the landing gear, lifting him back up off his belly. Swinging about on his tires, he'll taxi around a little until he can find a stretch of suitable land, flat and long enough for take-off.]

Hang on, Kaye. ...and don't you get sick on me. I don't have a vomit bag or whatever it's called.

[He just . . . needed to make sure she knows. Because that possible complication just occurred to him and PIT that would be just gross.]

[With that, he'll take off!]

[littlecrowgirl]

[The movement was a lot like being on a very tiny airplane, like she was going on a trip. It made her bounce in her seat, looking out the window with hands plastered to the glass. Her face was practically beaming already, and they hadn't even taken off.]

Don't worry! I'm a master. I once rode a roller coaster eight times and I didn't even get sick once!

[Because roller coasters and jets are totally the same thing.]

[notyourblueangel]

[For the most part? No, not even close. But in terms of the speed and G-forces compared to what humans were normally accustomed? Okay, he can see it. He's not even going to contemplate how "pathetic" it might be that he even knows what a roller coaster is.]

Good. Maybe we'll test that, then.

[He'll still closely monitor things. He truly doesn't want to damage her.]

[He finds himself enjoying her excitement. But then, she should be. There is nothing better than flying. He revels in the freedom of the skies whenever he can.]

[And with a roar, they're in the air, the power of his turbines shuddering through his frame. He'll climb quickly, level off, then lazily bank, tilting just enough that she can see the ground and how high they are.]

[littlecrowgirl]

[Right as he takes off, Kay squeals and clutches her stomach in delight. It was doing backflips as he ascended, and all she could do was curl in a ball, smile plastered across her face as she waits for the feeling to subside.

It doesn't take him long to reach coasting level, and when her stomach recovers from it, she opens her eyes and looks out the window.

Cybertron was...beautiful from the sky.]

W-Wow...! Is this how you always see it...?

[notyourblueangel]

It is. Whenever I can.

[His voice is low, almost reverent . . . but then it takes a hint of a mischievous tone.]

So . . . where would you like to go, Kaye?

[littlecrowgirl]

[Did you just ask where?]

Oh oh! Go over Mr. Prima's temple!!