It was on after the next and no amount of Grade would drown out the memories. Skywarp always seemed to have something to hate, one after the other. He'd been like this for to long to ever recall when the High Grade bringing had started. Even recharge was scarce these days... plagued often by memories he wished where no longer there. How long had she been missing now? Wasn't anyone doing anything? It almost felted- no! It actually did feel that everyone had given up. But each day, at any given chance Skywarp would try retrace his Conjunx Endura's steps for any clue he may have missed

Sitting up on his berth the black-purple seeker grumbled. "FRAG it, why!?" Leaning forward, servos rose to his helm. And the seeker would just sit there, brooding.

Day in and day out the living quarters just seemed to big for just him. Even when the occasional company would come around. Thundercracker or Arcee couldn't find the right means to help, not that he cared for trying. Nobody had said it. But their expressions betrayed them, the way they seemed to quietly pity him. He didn't need any slaggers pity! She wasn't offline... she couldn't be when his spark constantly burned.

Not that anyone believed him. Cyclonus would if he'd been here, but the purple mech was away as a member of Rodimus's crew. Arcee had found a Conjunx Endura of her own while Soundwave was unable to get over the loss of Ravage.

Right now he needed to vent his frustrations. Pushing up from the berth, stomping across the room and snatching the doop open. He warped. Off to the first location that came to mind. That being the bar T-Cogs n Chills, for some worth while Energex.

A familiar face had noticed Skywarp. "Haven't seen you in so long, Warps. Doing well?"

"Hoist, frag off and don't bother with me." Skywarp snickered bitterly, ordering a cubex of the good stuff.

Earning a disgruntled glower was all the seeker needed right now. Taking the cubex, gluging down the Energex. Then swinging for Hoist, hooking a arm around his head and balancing the other Decepticon. Retaliation came in the form of grabbing for a table to balance himself. Managing then to shove Skywarp back, just avoiding a balled fist.

"Go walk it off Skywarp!" It was Misfire, the magenta scavenger who worked behind the bar in Konig's place- gestured towards the door.

Wearing that well known - cocky smirk, Skywarp swaggered round the counter till he came face-to-face with the uncertain mech. Skywarp didn't even know if he wanted to follow out with the temptation to lash out. Why did everyone else have to act like nothing was wrong?

"Skywarp? Are you sure everything is alright-" Bomph! The purple-black seeker punched Misfire in the abdomen. Making the scavenger hunch over was the cue for Hoist and Skyfire to pull Skywarp from doing further activities that would hurt Misfire as well as Skywarp further embarrassing himself. Skyfire couldn't make sense of this irrational behaviour. Well, Skywarp was prone to being dramatic to some extent but nevertheless complain irrational.

The large Arial bot gave a Shepard herding push so to guide the intoxicated Skywarp to the quiet area of the bar. "Sit yourself down before I see any need to babysit you." the flier then sighed with a shake of his helm. Watching Skywarp flip him the bird but at least he sat down. "You not helping yourself by acting out. I hope you do realise this, because if you go down this route. You might just end up getting hurt... Maybe worse."

With a scoff, "Are YOU hitting on me? You ain't exactly my type. Not that I have a type, but frag it must hurt seeking Screamer with Windblade."

"I'm afraid your mistaken and I've no interest in you either." If this was how Skywarp was going to behave, he may as well leave. "Forget I even tried." Skywarp then grabbed for Skyfire's arm looking ashamed by what he'd said.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to..." Maybe he shouldn't have come out after all. Everything was just so wrong, and there was nothing he could do. Damn it nothing was fair.

Stareing at the table top with servos raised, resting at either side of his helm. Skywarp quietly brooded. Accepting that nothing needed to be said as Skyfire watched over the purple-black seeker while glimpsing Misfire talking to someone over the com-link-

"He's probably snitching me out to TC right now." Skywarp didn't even need to look in order to feel that annoyance from the trine bond he had with his brother.

/Don't be irresponsible and just give me the codes/. With a sigh the Logicon froze.

[Annoyance]

[Impatience]

[Irrationality]

Why where these three coming to mind, of all and any time it was illogical to feel any of these terms of expression. Perhaps a small hiccup in his system. That seemed more rational, accepting that he was still flawed was a necessity for the purple cyclops as that singular optic stared blankly at the many griphs of data on the holographic screen before him. Though his com-linked discord was aimed at the femme he had secured and contained. Through that open communication he heard a barely audible humming. A response, not what he wanted but a response all the same. How curious after years of silence between the two.

/"Think back. Consider the J.A.A.T days with grand fondness."/ Shockwave now made his way over when feeling a push against his connection.

Raising that optic to study her faceplate. Making notes on the data pad, aware that there was a but of a glow within her once dim optics. She couldn't physically see right now but she could sense his energy signature. And she reached out with her own consciousness to touch that link, as it was the only familiar nearest connection within reach. Metaphorically it was as though a fleshling had been held under water - forgot how to breath, and wished to revel in much needed oxygen. But in the blue femmes case she needed the comfort of someone she knew no matter what the circumstances where.

This didn't mean she'd give into the Logicon's unrealistic demands.

/"Shock..."/. Her voice faint but very much there.

No matter how hard he tried there was still no breaking through to that desired Heart of Darkness.

What was he supposed to do? Maybe Skyfire had been right about not being able to sit around and torture himself, it was hard. Skywarp's wing struts sagged and he could feel something inside him breaking. He wasn't strong. He didn't feel that he could stick around, so who knows maybe it was best to set sights on a new designation? Relocate someplace and... start... over. Venting a sigh the purple-black seeker stood outside his quarters, helm resting against the door. One arm raised so he rested a servo over his head while sliding down onto knees.

"Are you watching over me?" Why did she have to leave him behind, it was almost ironic as before Konig came along- nobody gave him a second glance.

Maybe he ought to go see if there was a new Convention going on over on Earth. But that was TC's domain and sanctuary, maybe... would it be intrusion? With a roll of optics that idea was pushed to one side. Best to consider his options before deciding and he had plenty of time.

Meanwhile the pinkette - Arcee just leaned against the door frame to Prowl's office, servo raised with a digit resting against her cheek. Idly observing the interaction between Prowl and Windblade, discussing a possible reformatting for Starscream to acquire a frame he was meant to obtain if not for the disruption of the now ended war.

"What right dose that distrustful Con has for such a privilege? No, it's to risky." Prowl just never did consider matters. Always making a selfish decision on the spot, but Windblade couldn't just say he was wrong.

Briefly lowering her optics which dimed. "I'm aware of Cybertronian history. Nobody is innocent, so righteous claims shouldn't intervene with the outcome." Now setting a data pad on the table. Instantly it activated a 3D design of Starscream's true frame. " suggest you actually think about it."

Prowl did take notice of what was before him. "And your sure this is what you saw during the incident?"

Windblade gave a shrug as if to say 'what do you expect me to say' before, "To question what I see is to question my position as City Speaker."

Arcee chuckled. "She's right and you know it. Give up Prowl, there's no point holding a grudge."

He needed to sit down. Prowl couldn't make any agreement standing up, kr he'd only go and flip a table out of habit. Now thinking about it. The mech did realise how bad of a venting habit it was, that he found himself still standing. Digits gripping the edge of his desk. Arcee leaning on one end while Windblade put her wight on the other side.

"I'm not going to do what you assume." Now finally taking a seat with a relived sigh.

Exchanging a look with the City Speaker, Arcee just smiled. "Can't be to sure when it comes to you."

"I've been meaning to talk with you Arcee. It's delayed to long, but there's been readings of Animatronians scattered through Vos and Iacon. Perhaps you can survey. No action required, not unless you deem it needed." Getting a not so much of a convincing look from the pinkette and Prowl frowned. Rubbing at his temple out of frustration.

"I'll hold your word to it." With that she turned and departed the office.

Flying was good. Getting the open sky all to himself, the force from thrustsers as he streaked across the sky like a blurr. Pivoting and spiralling here and there, creating dangerous turns with ease that no man made jet could do. Skywarp somewhat felt he was close to the edge so he had to get this energy out, one way or the other.

That wad till he became aware of something ahead- flying. With a inward grumble. Skywarp kicked his thrustsers into overdraft, heating his intakes before getting warmed up enough to warp. Close enough to get a better view.

"Wait is that a bird!?" What the pits was a Falcon doing here on Cybertron?!

He hadn't really paid attention to the energy signature or the fact that Maximal existed, formerly known as Animatronians. The Falcon must have heard as it spiralled round to swoop in his direction, not to close. But close enough to get into audio reach.

"I take you've never seen a Maximal before?" There was genuine kindness in her words. It startled Skywarp and made him more careful, or so he wanted to come off as. Far from the case.

There was a long pause to think about which Maximal he'd heard about. "Maximal? Heard of you guys but never had the pleasure of meeting one of ya."

"I'm Airazor. I'm here with Cheetor, he's probably meeting with Windblade right now, so I stretching my wings." Extending a wing towards Iacon to the horizon. Not once taking a optic off the seeker due to the information she'd heard about but Skywarp didn't care.

Transforming and using thrustsers in the base of his pedes to stay airborne. Skywarp gave a circus ring bow. "Huh?! Oh, Skywarp at your service!"

Airazor found this seeker rather humorous it made a nice change from all the serious matters. Sometimes working to much did take a toll. She had laughed though. It made him joyful but at the dame time, unsure. Wing struts twitched anxiously and so instantly he warped- gone. Airazor half expected him to suddenly appear and try jump scare her but no. Getting as far away as possible Skywarp threw a fist at the air in front of himself.

"What the frag are you doing, Skywarp!? Get a slagging grip. Pull yourself together- I... can't do this." Venting a infuriating whine the seeker clasped servos to his face and gave a muffled scream.

/"Skywarp..."/. Ever so faintly his came came as a whisper.

This brung the seeker to a halt, snapping optics left and right as though he would bring those optics to meet those stunning moonlight gold optics. But he was alone. Had it been a cruel trick of his imagination... playing up, spurred by his subconscious. Or maybe she was with him right now?

"Silverwolf?" Skywarp spoke aloud to the silence in some hope or expectations that he'd get an answer.

Patiently he waited, and nothing happened. But still he strained audios to listen for that welcoming voice he'd long come to adore. Oh, how the imagination could play such cruel trickery when there wad nothing left but memories that would never be joined by new memories. Possibilities that would now come to waste.

Never could Skywarp imagine that the very mech his Conjunx Endora had escaped from, was close to pushing Konig into a corner which would resume that long shattered control over her. Though despite Optimus Prime's attempts to put a end to Shockwave's chaotic vendetta, failed. Discounting the few that knew the truth. Many knew not of who Shockwave was and what his intent was. But he was a wrath fuelled mech that would try anything to have Solus returned to him.

Even if it meant fixing friendships just to go ripping old friendships appart all over again. Well, first of all he needed to rekindle the faith Konig had so that she would provide what he needed. But a bond was the most intimate type of relationship. Being ripped out of one, however is and was the the worst kind of pain anyone could have been inflicted. He grimaced at that possible fragment of imagination.

"Hey Warps, you don't look so good there." Bluestreaker pipped up when noticed the purple-black seeker, when stripping out his own quarters.

Frowning Skyward just shrugged. He wasn't in the mood to talk, but it annoyed him whenever a bot struck theirs nose in his problems. Uninvited or not- even if it was nice of them - of Bluestreaker. With a disgruntled snort the seeker walked off.

"I don't need anybody's pity." Why did it have to be this way?!

The navy-silver mech watched with a bolt of sympathy as Skywarp trudged away. Unexpectedly finding a servo reaching to rest on his shoulder, Bluestreaker's offering a smile. Seeming to have some great idea no doubt.

"Come on, Warps- I bet you like watching Cyber-Equestr racing?" Bluestreaker gives a thumbs up which earned a sigh.

Lifting a servo to Bluestreaker where Skywarp then brushed the other mech off. "Frag off!"

"Geez, just tryin to be nice ya know?" The navy-silver bot huffed but didn't leave.