Disclaimer: If only they were mine.
The Destruction of Innocence
Equipment Modification
Silverbolt was really starting to dislike Slingshot.
The smaller mech was doing a good job at running point, warning Silverbolt several times about a mech walking past the hallway they were in by using simple hand commands, but he had the directional sense of a turbo rat. He kept leading them deeper into the facility instead of out of it and it was becoming increasingly apparent by the way he paused and looked about at every intersection that he had no idea of where he was going. Silverbolt knew that they had to stop and talk about their escape but, every time Silverbolt tried to get close to him, Slingshot would scurry on ahead and he never looked back to check on them. Silverbolt didn't dare yell at him that would alert everyone and their creator where they were. He huffed through his intakes, mindful to keep it quiet as he debated what to do.
"He's just trying to be helpful," came the timid voice of the jetling still hanging off his shoulder. Silverbolt glance back at the worried face of Fireflight who ducked his helmet in embarrassment. "Sorry."
Silverbolt smiled gently at him and reached up to pat his helmet a few times. "Don't be sorry. You didn't do anything wrong." He turned to look at Slingshot in time to see his ped vanish around a corner. "I just wish he would slow down. I don't think he knows where he's going and he keeps leading us deeper into the facility."
"He probably is. I don't think either of us left the common room except to get energon, go to the wash racks and go to the flight grounds."
Silverbolt nodded, they did both look young, even with their second frame upgrades. He wouldn't be surprised if their paint was still drying. "Neither of you have your comms installed?"
"Um… they're there. Just locked down." That made sense, they wouldn't get their full software upgrades for another vorn or two. Silverbolt paused by an open doorway that lead into an equally empty supply closet. The shelves had been torn down and items were strewn about the floor but there was no other way into the room. It was the perfect spot for them to pause and regroup.
"We'll wait here until Slingshot comes back," he decided not to say anything about if he came back. Slingshot was protective enough of Fireflight that Siverbolt was positive he would back track when he realized he wasn't being followed. He was more worried about what Slingshot would run into in the meantime.
"I'm sorry," Fireflight said as Silverbolt ducked into the storage room. "I wish there was something I could do to help." Sliverbolt set him on a clear patch of floor near the doorway before shifting over enough to peer up and down the hallway.
"Don't worry about it," Silverbolt said off handedly as he went over his creator's rifle. Windswept was going to be so mad at him for taking it and leaving his rooms. Silently he thanked him for teaching him about weaponry despite the fact that he had protested learning about it. "You're doing everything you can."
"Just wish I could still walk, then you wouldn't have to carry me around and I could actually help." Fireflight regard his legs with frown on his face and Silverbolt couldn't help but pat his helmet again.
"What happened to your legs?" he asked softly. He didn't see any signs of damage other than some scuffs marring the jetling's plating.
"I don't know," he admitted poking at one of his legs as if it would start working again at that simple prod. "There were so many explosions and so much dust I couldn't see anything. Slingshot pulled me off to the side but the floor was gone and we fell. He didn't have time to turn on his thruster before we hit. He landed on me and," he shrugged, somehow looking more downcast than he had a moment before. "My legs just wouldn't work."
"Sounds like something was disconnected in that fall," Silverbolt said. For a moment Fireflight looked hopeful and Silverbolt sighed. "I'm sorry. I don't know anything about repairing other mechs. I wouldn't know how to fix it even if I knew what I was looking for."
Even though the sadness had returned, Fireflight had an amused smile on his faceplates. "Um… Try reconnecting it?"
Silverbolt was barely able to contain his laugh, causing it to be more of a snort of amusement as he choked it back. "That would make sense," his said less than a klick later becoming serious again. "But I don't know enough about the various systems to know what to reconnect and where it should connect too. I may do more damage."
Fireflight had deflated as Silverbolt spoke so he quickly added on, "However, I have been in training for communications. As long as both of you have communicators installed I should be able to connect a shortwave feature between the three of us. You and Slingshot could talk to each other." He didn't add on the fact that it would also be easier to discuss a plan of action and not have to wait for each other to realize they were missing again.
That seemed to perk the jetling up, "Can you?"
"Yeah, it's just a simple coding issue. You won't be able to broadcast to anyone else but the three of us should be able to talk to each other." He peaked out around the doorframe again and saw a yellow tinted visor glaring at him from around the corner of the hallway that Slingshot had ducked down. A second later a rather irate looking jetling rushed down the corridor at him. "And here comes the wayward jetling now."
Slingshot scrambled right up to Silverbolt, shoving him aside enough to slip into the room. He vented a sigh of relief seeing Fireflight leaning against the wall before rounding on Silverbolt. "Why the frag did you stop?! I thought something had happened to Fireflight when I noticed you weren't there."
Silverbolt raised an optical ridge when the jetling said nothing about worrying about him. Fireflight spoke up before saying anything. "Sorry Slingshot, but you've been going the wrong way and we couldn't catch up to you. Silverbolt said he's going to open are comm frequencies so we don't have to sit and wait for each other again. We'll be able to talk to each other!"
Slingshot cast an unconvinced look at Silverbolt. "Really? You can unlock our communicators?"
The way he emphasized 'you' made Silverbolt's optic twitch. He somehow had made the word sound both disbelieving and unconvinced at the same time. Ignoring the condensing sound to the jetling's voice, Silverbolt huffed. "I can't unlock your communicator's fully but I can open a shortwave communications between the three of us."
Slingshot crossed his arms and shifted his weight onto one of his legs, "Well, I guess that's better than nothing."
Again, Silverbolt had the urge to shake the attitude right out of the jetling but he just vented a huff of exhaust instead. Somehow he doubted that it would have worked anyway. "Come here and keep watch while I unlock Fireflight's comms."
Slingshot snorted but switched places with Silverbolt regardless. Silverbolt smiled at Fireflight reassuringly as he took his helmet in both servos and gently turned it to the side. He opened the access panel with a gentle click. "This is going to feel a little weird but just try and relax. I'll be done in a few klicks." Silverbolt then plugged a data cord into the side of the jetling helmet and went to work, tweaking his programming just enough to allow Fireflight to send and receive data from Silverbolt.
He gently unplugged from the smaller jet and sat back on his peds slightly. Fireflight shook his helmet and shuttered his optics several times before looking at Silverbolt. "Now what?" he asked, noticing that the larger mech's optics were still flickering as he moved about in his programs.
After another moment, Silverbolt came out of his daze and smiled at the other mech. "Now, try sending me a message. Activate you comms, there should be an icon in the lower left corner of your HUD."
Fireflight frowned as he did notice the series of Cybertroian characters spelling out the shorten word. It activated and vanished being replaced by Sliverbolt and Slingshot directly below it. "Those are who you can send and receive transmissions from. I'm going to send you a message now. Respond back to me using your comm. Don't worry, it will seem like second nature." Before Fireflight could ask or say anything, Silverbolt's name seemed to flicker on his HUD and then Silverbolt's voice seemed to whisper into his audio.
:Are you receiving this?:
:Yup!: Fireflight said nodding his helmet as his vocalizer automatically sub vocalized the response and sent the message back to Silverbolt. The sub processes moving to transmit the data flawlessly and with barely any processing power on Fireflight's part. :Wow! This is easier than I thought!:
Silverbolt couldn't help but smile at the jetling's enthusiasms. :It's a little more difficult the more lines you receive but for right now it should remain just as easy. Tell me if you get an error messages or it stops working.: Silverbolt then turned to Slingshot, "Come here, Slingshot. Fireflight, keep watch."
"Don't tell me what to do," hissed the smallest jet. He crossed his arms and glared at Silverbolt in offense. "You're not in charge of me."
"No I'm not," Silverbolt agreed before Fireflight could say anything. Something told Silverbolt that if he and Slingshot didn't come to terms now it was going to impossible for them to work together and survive this ordeal. "And I never claimed to be but if we are going to make it out of here still activated we need to work together. I know that there are going to be times I need your help just as much as you are going to need my help. Right now, I'm asking for your cooperation Slingshot. I can activate your comms, I know how to get us out of here and I'll carrying Fireflight. However, you are the only one who can scout ahead and warn us of danger. It would be beneficial to all of us to be able to talk and work together."
Slingshot was looking slightly uncomfortable but there was still some defiance in his stance.
"Please Slingshot. Just trust me for now," Silverbolt half begged, staring straight into the visor of the smaller jet.
None of them said anything for a long moment, the silence dragging out to a point where Silverbolt wondered if Slingshot was going to say or do anything at all. The only movement came from Fireflight who kept glancing between Sliverbolt and Slingshot with a frown on his faceplates, clearly wanting to say something but refraining for whatever unspoken reason.
Finally Slingshot shifted his weight from one ped to another and glanced off to the side, finding the floor more interesting than Silverbolt. "How do we know you won't leave us? Why are you going through all this just to help us?" he finally asked in a small voice and that was when Silverbolt realized why Slingshot was so defensive.
He had been abandoned.
Silverbolt could tell that Slingshot was honestly afraid of being left behind, again as far as he could tell. He didn't understand why someone's would just leave their sparklings to fend for themselves but if that was what happened to Slingshot, Silverbolt didn't want to think of what he went through in the city of Vos before he got to the youth center. He was lucky to arrive at all and not be killed or taken by slavers. Silverbolt had complained as a sparkling but there was no way he would ever trade his and Slingshot's pasts. Compared to Slingshot he had lived with a golden cube in his servo while Slingshot would have never felt safe or secure, flitting from shadow to shadow.
Silverbolt reached out slowly and gently grabbed the jetling's shoulder, causing Slingshot to jerk his helmet up and glare at him with an air of distrust. "Slingshot, there is nothing I can do or say to make you trust me. All I can do is hope my actions speak enough for me to convince you that I won't leave you," he tightened his grip on the plating under his servo but not enough to pinch any of the wiring underneath. "I won't lie when I say I hesitated before dropping down out of that vent to save you two but I also didn't have to move at all. I came to your aid because I wanted to and I knew that it was the right thing. If I went willingly into a fight to help you when I easily could have stayed hidden and safe, what makes you think I would leave you now?"
"You could leave us behind as a distraction," Slingshot mumbled still not looking Sliverbolt in the optics and he briefly wondered if that had also happened to Slingshot before.
"If I willing got into servo to servo combat with a trained killer what makes you think I won't do it again?" That just got a slight shrug from Slingshot and Silverbolt took a hold of his other shoulder sitting the rifle carefully on the floor. "Listen to me well Slingshot, even if you try to run away, I will come after you. You can trust me, I will never willingly let you get hurt or leave you behind. I only ask that you work with me and help me as much as you can." Silverbolt waited for a few klicks, hoping that his words soaked into the jetling's processor and databanks. "Will you help me Slingshot?"
The little jet let out a long exhaust from his vents before answering, "I still don't trust you yet." Before Silverbolt could say anything Slingshot continued, "Yet." A pale yellow visor tilted up to meet his optics and Silverbolt could see the two bright points in it as their optics met. "But I am willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. For now."
"And that's all I can ask for," Silverbolt said giving another squeeze to Slingshot's shoulders before letting him go. He reached over to Fireflight and helped him scoot over to the door frame while Slingshot looked up and down the corridor again. As soon as Fireflight was in place, Slingshot stepped over to Silverbolt without a word, head tilted to the side, waiting.
The connection was just as quick as it had been with Fireflight if not a tad bit quicker. Silverbolt had to do a few more moments of work as he set up the three way relay connection in a subsection of his databanks. The codes were hastily written but he had practiced enough with his classmates that he was confident that they would work for a while. Since it was only broadcasted between the three of them, using his own hardware as a sender and receiver, it was on an odd wavelength that no one would find actively scanning the higher usage frequencies. He wasn't sure how well it would work if they got too far apart but for now it was better than nothing.
Silverbolt talked Slingshot through the initial startup, unsurprised when Slingshot sent a brief message to Fireflight before he could ask them to test their connection to each other. He felt a slight hitch in his processing center. He really wasn't design to be supporting a connection like this but the required power to run a connection between the three of them was not large enough to over clock his processor and cause him to crash. If Slingshot tried to send an entire data pad worth of information through the link then Silverbolt would be worried.
"Alright," he said after he as sure all three of them could communicate with each other without difficulty. He went over the coding again as he continued, optics flickering again as he processed the information. "We'll continue on just like we were before. Slingshot, when you pause at an intersection I'll tell you which way to go. Fireflight, continue to keep an optic out behind us. If you do see something make sure to let both of us know."
Fireflight nodded his head eagerly while Slingshot just crossed his arms. Silverbolt looked over them and frowned. Fireflight he wouldn't have to worry about but he didn't like the idea of Slingshot being ahead of them that much. What if something happened to him and Sliverbolt couldn't keep his promise? The thought sent a chill through his back struts. With a deep sigh he twisted his hand and brought his Windswept's blaster out of his subspace.
He checked it over while saying, "Slingshot, do you know how to use one of these?"
That seemed to take both of them by surprise. "Um… ye-kinda," Slingshot finally managed to get out as Silverbolt, satisfied that the blaster would work as well as could, handed him the blaster. Slingshot took the offered weapon but Silverbolt didn't let go of the barrel right away and waited until they made optic contact again.
"This is a weapon Slingshot," he said ignoring how Slingshot's optics seemed to roll behind his visor. "It's also very loud. Don't use it unless your spark or our sparks are in danger. This is the blaster's safety switch in the locked," he flicked the switch causing the gun to let out a slight whine as it automatically calibrated itself. "And this is unlock. Wait for the charge to build the first time then go ahead and fire." He flicked the switch back before finally letting it go. The gun seemed huge compared to Slingshot. "It's going to have a pit of a kick to it but at least if something happens you'll be armed."
Slingshot turned the blaster over in his servos. He was going to have to carry and fire it with two servos instead of the one like it was designed for. "How many shots does it have?"
"Fifteen," Silverbolt said as he lifted Fireflight back up onto his shoulder. "Hopefully you won't need more but, if slag happens and you do, I have three more energy packs in my subspace."
Slingshot nodded and stepped over to the door, looking up and down the hallway while Silverbolt checked over the rifle. He wiped some dust off it that had accumulated from where it had rested next to him on the floor but other than that it was ready to fire. Silverbolt looked back up at the doorway expecting Slingshot to already be gone down the hallway only to see him crouched there watching him.
:Ready Silverbolt?: Slingshot asked over the comms.
Silverbolt managed to hide his surprise. :Ready. Fireflight?:
:Good to go.:
:Which way?: Slingshot asked as he looked away and scanned the hall again.
:Same way as before but at the first intersection take a left.:
:Gottcha, try and keep up.:
-Break-
Skydive wasn't sure how much more he was going to be able to take.
He had thought it was bad enough being buried underneath the ceiling but having willingly crawled into the vents -after coming up with the idea in the first place- was obviously a mistake for him. He was managing to keep the uncomfortable feeling of being boxed in from Air Raid but every now and then it would get the better of him and he would have to pause in his crawling and take a deep ventilation to help calm his racing systems.
Air Raid would stop crawling as well when he did this and wait patiently for Skydive to start moving again. In a way he was glad Air Raid was there and not leaving him behind. He knew that he would have been wandering about alone if Air Raid hadn't come over to him and that process made him more uncomfortable than the fact he was in a small space barely big enough for his shoulder plates to fit in.
Air Raid had paused at another intersection and Skydive briefly consulted his internal map of the youth center before tapping his ped twice. There was a storage room a short way down that hopefully would have some stock in it. Skydive knew that they were going to need all the supplies that they could carry. He had a bad feeling that the youth center hadn't been the only place attacked in Vos by the rebels.
He waited until he was flush with the grate before grabbing Air Raid's ped, causing the other jetling to stop. Carefully Skydive peered through the slats and examined the large store room below them. It looked untouched but even then Skydive waited several clicks, straining to hear any kind of movement from the room below.
Finally satisfied that the room was empty but still with as much caution as he could muster, Skydive popped the grate out with one servo and hissed as quietly as he could, "Follow me." He slid out of the ventilation shaft, setting the grate off to the side and looking over the room as Air Raid back up in the vents and joined him on the pile of crates he was perched on.
"Not that I don't mind getting out of that vent but what are we doing here?" Air Raid asked in a hushed voice. "I thought we were trying to get out of here."
"We are," Skydive said still scanning the room for movement. He saw Air Raid glance about the room out of the corner of his optic as if trying to see what he was looking at. "But I doubt there will be much help out there as we hope. We'll need supplies once we get out of here."
"You think those freaks attacked the whole city?" Air Raid asked in disbelief, his voice warbling slightly as he struggled to keep it as quiet as possible.
Skydive looked solemnly at Air Raid. "A youth center has been attacked yet no one has shown up to protect it or provide relief aid. Why would that be?"
Air Raid's optics dimmed, "Because they are occupied with something else."
Skydive nodded his helmet and took one last look about the storeroom. "Move as quickly and quietly as you can. Pile as much supplies as you can at the base of these crates. Grab anything you might think is useful and we'll sort it out in one breem. Look over the left side of the room, I'll take the right." Air Raid nodded and followed Skydive's example as they both climbed down the crates. "Energon and energon rations are our top priority."
"Gottcha, see you in one breem."
They split off in separate directions, Air Raid moving as quickly as he could, going from crate to crate. He peeked into several of them but other than pulling out several thermal sheets he didn't see anything of use in the single layer of crates scattered about the left side of the room. He climbed several crates high and peeked into a few near the top of the pile. That's where he found several crates of rations and a crate of goodies which he proceeded to carry several armloads down to the pile of sheets he left behind.
Using one of the blankets as a makeshift cart, Air Raid dragged his finding over to another pile of crates and climbed halfway up them. What he found inside nearly got him to cheer out loud. It was a crate full of repair kits. Why a youth center needed those he wasn't sure but he took several of the boxes down to his blanket cart. They were heavy and Air Raid almost tore the blanket he was using as a cart but he managed to tug the entire mass over to the agreed meeting area where he was met by a frowning Skydive.
"What?" he huffed as he pulled up next to his partner and let go of the edge of the blanket. "I was maximizing my time searching for helpful items. What did you bring?"
Skydive didn't answer, just stepped aside and Air Raid's optics widened as his jaw dropped. Behind Skydive, leaning against the crates were several energy rifles, two pulse rifles, what appeared to be a neutron cannon, several blasters as well as a couple hand pistols, and what appeared to be a several energon knives in varying lengths. Two of them were almost as long as Air Raid's arms. The guns' corresponding ammo and energy packs were stacked in piles next to them as they sat innocently in the corner.
"This is why the rebels attacked the youth center," Skydive said as he looked over what Air Raid had found. "They were using this as a storage facility for weapons and supplies."
"At least this explains the repair kits I found," Air Raid mumbled as he looked at Skydive. "Why would anyone do this?"
"The youth center is a rather convincing front. No mech would think of searching a youth center for military grade armaments and supplies." Skydive looked over at Air Raid who was visible trembling. "Are you alright?" he asked in a soft voice.
"They're all dead just because someone needed to hide weapons here?" he gulped in several intakes of air before turning to Skydive visible distraught. "They murdered all those jetlings just over some guns? All the caretakers? What did we do to get involved with this?!"
Skydive wasn't a big fan of personal contact but with Air Raid's voice steadily raising, he quickly stepped over to him, clutching his shoulders and gently tapping their helmets together. The response was immediate as Air Raid clutched his shoulders in return and pressed their helmets more firmly together. He was trembling less but his engines were still whirling. "Calm down," Skydive said after a moment. "We have to keep our helmets on straight if we're going to make it out of here."
Air Raid nodded his helmet but still clutched at Skydive as he stepped away. "Air Raid," Skydive said patiently as the jetling pressed their helmet together again. "We have to get moving."
That seemed to work and Air Raid reluctantly let go of Skydive, stepping back and looking over their pile of pilfered supplies. "H-How are we going to carry this all?" he said in a shaky voice.
"We'll split the supplies up and tuck them away in our subspaces," Skydive said as he quickly began sorting the weapons out into two separate piles.
Air Raid shuttered his optics and looked at Skydive like he was missing several transistors. "Subspaces? We don't have access to those yet."
"It's a simple hack," Skydive said shrugging, smirking slightly at the double take Air Raid gave him.
"How the slag did you hide that during your system checks?" Air Raid said in disbelief. Youngling were check constantly to ensure that there programming's firewalls and antiviruses were current and that there weren't any younglings messing around with their core programs. "They should have caught you for sure. Subspace access is their top priority right next to comm frequencies."
"Simply moving the codes to several separate locations in my databanks made them untraceable for the scans. It just looks like miscellaneous memory files," Skydive said with a shrug as he finished with separating the weaponry and ammo out. He then reached over and started separating the supplies on the thermal blanket. "Being one of the better behaved younglings also meant that they rarely paid a lot of attention to me."
Air Raid narrowed his optics and crossed his arms, recognizing the slight tease with a smile. "Yeah, okay, but I bet you didn't have half as much fun as I did."
"You seem to have an odd definition of the word fun," Skydive said straightening after he was done separating the supplies out. "Come here and I'll download the patch." Air Raid couldn't keep the bounce out of his step as he scurried over to Skydive's side. "You are way too excited to get this," Skydive mumbled as he removed a data transfer cable form his wrist, giving Air Raid an amused look.
Air Raid just smiled unrepentantly at Skydive as he turned his head to the side and allowed the other mech to uplink with him. Skydive sighed and connected them, quickly sending across the rather simple hack that he had created allowing him access to his subspace. "It works a little bit different than it should," Skydive said as they disconnected before he moved over to one pile and began to stash it in his subspace.
Air Raid didn't feel any different and other than a small message informing him he had access to his subspace there was nothing else. "You sure this is going to work? I mean, I don't feel any different."
"You shouldn't, everything is processed in your background data streams," Skydive said not looking away from his task. "The sub processes will activate and bring whatever you have or want in or out of your subspace. Just try it."
"If I get sucked into another dimension or trapped in my own subspace because of this I'm blaming you." Air Raid said as he picked up a blaster and, surprisingly, tucked it away in subspace without a hitch. There was a minuscule delay as the hidden program quickly aligned itself before it dispersed and vanished into his coding but other than that it seemed his subspace worked perfectly. "Hey, it works."
"Naturally," Skydive said with amusement clearly in his voice. "And it doesn't even look like the dimensional rift is active yet." Air Raid glared at him but still kept a cocky smile on his faceplates. "Now hurry up and get the rest of that stuff tucked away, we've been here way to long. We have to get moving again."
Air Raid hurried to tuck everything away in his subspaced, annoyed when he found he had to do it by individual items instead of in armloads. Skydive had climbed half way up the crates and was scanning the room again waiting for Air Raid to finish and climb up alongside him. Wordlessly they climbed up to the vent but that was where they froze as a loud bang came from behind them.
Skydive half shoved Air Raid into the vent before scrambling in himself as another bang rocked the room. He reached out and grabbed the vent's cover, quickly fitting the cover into place as the door to the store room was knocked down with a resounding clang. Skydive held the vent close as Air Raid reached past him and began bending down several clips to hold the cover in place.
"Tell Recoil we found another weapons storage," came a gruff voice as Skydive watched through the vents slats only to see several large mechs walked into the room. Skydive noticed each of them were wearing the purple symbol of the rebels' faction prominently on their chest plates and were armed to the denta. "Backdraft, secure the supplies."
Air Raid bent down the last clip and met Skydive's optics, jerking his helmet to the side, silently asking if they should get moving. Skydive nodded, letting go of the vent slowly to make sure that it was secured, before crawling after Air Raid, both taking pains in making as little noise as possible.
"Hey, Buckshot! I think I figured out where those three jetlings got those weapons." Both Skydive and Air Raid froze neither believing their audios for a moment. There were still other younglings online in the youth center? "Looks like someone was digging through the supplies."
"I wouldn't worry too much about it. Recoil's making them wander right into a trap then we'll see how well those kids can play war." Craning his helmet around at a very awkward and uncomfortable looking angle, Air Raid looked back at Skydive beseechingly. He could barely see Skydive but all that mattered was that Skydive could see his mouth. 'Please?' his earlier feelings of helplessness while he was walking through their collapsed wing coming back to him as well as the fierce determination to help anymech he could.
Skydive frowned, if they went to help the other younglings, then the rebels would know about them too. Tactically it was unwise but the thought of letting a group of other younglings walk into a trap did not sit well with him. He bit his lip components, if they kept going their chances to escape were greatly improved, the rebels would think that other group were the only survivors and not scan the rest of the building. However, he doubted Air Raid would ever talk to him ever again and it wouldn't surprise him if Air Raid went to help regardless of what he said.
"Um… Buckshot, looks like those kids got a neutron cannon. Should we warn Recoil?"
There was a condescending puff out of a mech's intake. "He'll be fine, those kids will never make it across that courtyard with Recoil and them shooting down from the balcony. Even if they use the cannon to blow a hole in the roof, they won't get off the ground."
There was only one room in the entire youth center that looked even remotely close to what the rebel was describing. The sparkling central play room over in the south wing. He shoved his tactical thoughts from his processor as he quickly nodded to Air Raid before he could thank about it too much more. He caught the happy and excited flash in Air Raid's optics before the other mech turned away, crawling as quickly as possible through the vent without making any noise. Skydive touched his ped, sending them both towards the sparkling play room and hopefully to the aid of the other jetlings. The thought of what could happen if they didn't get there in time was all the encouragement Skydive needed to crawl faster.
