A million billion thanks to whitedino, StarSwoop, Yuki Hikari, TFSTARFIRE, Megatron's Blackfire, Cybernetic Mango, Carmilla DeWinter, and especially The Cat Crusader, who drew Brav and Skywarp flying off into the moonlight! Wheee!
Warning: Some talk about interfacing, some afterglow stuff… no actual in the moment descriptions.
Oh, and some of your probably noticed a while back, Warp's teleport has a between, just like Anne McCaffrey's dragons. But not as cold ; )
In all of my time as a Cybertronian I'd never felt unfiltered daylight on my face. Sure, I'd seen it through glass. I'd even watched one sunset, but somehow it wasn't as bright, as hot, as fulfilling as that first time stepping out into the radiance of midday. The bright colors of my friends seemed washed out and empty, but I didn't mind. I could feel myself eating up the light like a plant.
Everybot in the base turned out to see us off. The mesa wasn't small by any means, but it certainly began to seem that way with six mechs in their robot modes, not even counting me and my soon to be traveling companion.
A few humans had followed us up, guys who all seemed to know at least one of the larger soldiers on a personal basis. I'd carefully avoided the banter and jokes I'd seen the other Cybertronians occasionally joining in on, mostly out of fear of sounding too culturally adjusted.
I was anxious and nervous. If I'd been human I would've had sweaty palms and butterflies in my stomach. Now, all I had to show for my tension was an irritating clumsiness. Hotrod's spark was a welcome presence, even if he was absolutely miserable.
Mirage had handed my hologram back to me, since I'd dropped it when Hotrod had appeared. He'd shown me how to make room for it in my chest and organize it into my transformation protocols so that when I was in car mode it could project into the driver's seat while still plugged in.
Ratchet had returned our communications, weapons and alt mode function once we'd reached the top of the mesa. Skywarp had probably noticed the lack more than me; I had only the most basic of communication systems, no weapons aside from knives, and I'd barely had time to get used to my alt mode.
Optimus and Skywarp shook hands, though the Seeker looked less than excited by the pleasantries. The Autobot leader looked down at me, and I felt suddenly reticent.
"Optimus Prime… Thank you for taking me in, for helping me. I know I haven't been the best guest, but… if there's anything I can do to help you someday, you know how to find me." I looked to Hotrod with a faint smile.
"You're welcome, Bravura. My only request is that you alert me if you see any Decepticon activity. You owe us nothing. If you ever need us again, do not hesitate to ask."
I leaned against my Seeker's leg. Do I have to ride on your back again?
Well… no, I guess not. Before I could think Skywarp had scooped me up, supporting me only a little awkwardly in one long arm.
Hotrod's connection to me fumed with jealousy. I felt like I was betraying him, my once-Guardian. All those times that had upset him, that had seemed to bring out the worst in him… He'd been acting strangely because he was fighting himself; it wasn't entirely his fault. I'd been oblivious to his pain.
"Until we meet again," Optimus said with composure, dragging me from my thoughts.
I waved weakly to Mirage, but we'd already said our goodbyes. He waved back, smiling for my benefit.
Hotrod, on the other hand, looked like someone just kicked his puppy.
Skywarp turned his back on the Autobots, facing the edge of the mesa. Ready to jet?
No.
You'll never be a flier at that rate, he sent affectionately. His grip on me tightened and I latched onto him as best I could.
I could feel the power coiling in him and he lowered, then leapt forward that last huge step before the mesa ended and open air began. His engines roared and he rose quickly, though not as fast as he would've in his jet mode.
3… 2… 1.
I didn't offline my optics this time, so I took in the blackness of the transition, the chill, and then the sudden blinding light and rush of wind fairly calmly as we arrived wherever it was that Skywarp had taken us.
He hovered a moment, his other arm snaking up to encase me against him. I couldn't see much but some green topping some distant mountains, plenty of brown, and a lot of empty space…
We lowered slowly until the Raptor settled down with a crunchy thud. I pulled myself up enough to see around and saw we were in a scrubby, rocky desert. The Chihuahuan Desert, my GPS supplied.
"It's… nice," I supplied, looking up at Skywarp red optics. He was grinning, and I couldn't help but smile too. "You look happy."
He shifted me in his arms, then lifted me up to look him in the eye and-
-kissed me. It was the most explosive, electric kiss I'd ever experienced. Kissing holograms had nothing on this.
Where our lips touched there was an icy fire which raced deep into my skull and down into my hands, which curled around his head without my permission. I leaned into him with an eagerness I'd never known before. He supported my weight with his forearm; the other hand brushed what felt like just one finger down the back of my neck. I felt so small when compared to him…
I came back to my senses when he gently pulled me away from him. He looked more mischievous than ever, and if it'd been possible I would've blushed my cool blue paint to bright red.
Meanwhile, I could feel Hotrod going from shock to disbelief to absolute dejection. He couldn't tell exactly what had happened, but whatever it was, I hadn't wasted any time doing it… I'd have to learn to ignore my spark twin at times like these, the same way he would…
"I don't suppose you enjoyed that," he said softly, not quite able to hide his amusement.
My throat whined as I grasped for words, but all I could do in the end was smile and change the subject. "So, we're living here? Do we make a house out of pebbles?"
If he was disappointed by my avoidance he didn't show it. "No, the mountains." He pointed off into the hazy distance to a range of low mountains, though further west some of them were much taller and peaked with green.
"Do you know which one exactly?"
"A few might work… I flew over them once, before I realized Starscream was already gone. There were a few valleys that looked nice." He looked from the horizon to me, his red eyes dull in the blazing sun. "You're tired."
I nodded. The energon and the sun helped, but I still needed a chance to sort out my systems for a few hours.
"Best get moving, then. We'll want cover; don't want anyone spotting us."
He lowered me back down to chest level, angling me against the sharp lines of his torso, and before I knew it he'd leapt back into the sky, his engines puncturing the tranquility of the desert.
Held tightly against the heat of his body it was easy to drift away a little. I didn't quite offline, but I was close when he finally set down. I looked around to see rock walls rising around us, one much closer than the other. We settled about two thirds of the way down the valley, which went from steep cliffs to a much gentler rolling drop the lower we went. Skywarp had found a relatively flat place to land.
"I'll steal some explosives tomorrow and level this out," he said calmly. "No point in wasting energy when we don't have to, right?"
I shrugged, and he lowered me to the ground. I wasn't so tired that I couldn't stand on my own two feet, but I was close. I looked around, my vision clear despite my weariness.
The valley was deep and narrow, with an open end facing the southwest. The northeast end of the canyon was mostly facing the opening, though the valley was not perfectly straight. The easternmost wall was much taller at the terminus and green vegetation grew on most of it, though not as densely towards the bottom.
The wall catches the clouds and vapor, which waters the plants, my LP provided. I'd learned this before, but the hows and whys had escaped me until the reminder.
We were on the opposite wall, which wasn't nearly as steep as the green side of the canyon. I half expected to see a ribbon of water at the bottom, but it was occupied only by brownish scrub and rock.
"I don't see any shelter," I said. I had no idea where I would sleep, much less where we'd stay for the night.
"Tomorrow," he said distractedly. He was checking out the whole valley, probably envisioning improvements.
"But the cold?"
"It's really not the cold that does it, it's ice… Gets into everything, just like sand…" He shuddered emphatically, earning a giggle from me. He sat down further up the rise, so that he was reclining rather than lying flat when he settled his broad back against the dirt and rocks.
I watched him lay down, then looked around awkwardly until he gestured for me to come to him. I did without thinking, and as soon I was within reach he grabbed me and drew me down until I was curled against him, lying mostly on his arm and my head braced on his shoulder. He'd been up most of the night too, so it made sense that he'd want to recharge as well.
I stretched my arm out and traced some of the lines between the larger, tougher looking pieces on his stomach. I must've stroked something sensitive, because he shivered and grabbed my wrist with his free hand.
"None of that, unless you don't want to recharge after all." He said suggestively.
"Sorry." The implications of being alone with Skywarp were beginning to come clear. It couldn't be so bad. Thinking back to the brig, the brief time we'd interfaced, maybe it would be nice. Fun, even.
He looked at me for a while, probably measuring my reaction, then his vents heaved and he let his head rest against the uneven rock of the valley. "You're not having second thoughts, are you?"
My chin jerked up in surprise, then I slowly raised myself a little to reach up for his face, tracing the lines of his chin. "Of course not. Aside from the fact that I think you're the only mech I could've picked… What life would I have, staying with them?"
"The Autobots? Or the humans?"
I smiled and settled back down against his shoulder, and because of the angle had to settle for resting my hand on his chest. "Both. If you hadn't tried to heal me, I'd be a human with nowhere to go I wanted to go, nobody to relate to except for some people I didn't remember, waiting patiently for the mechs to come home while I rotted in the City…
"Now that I'm… like you, I'm an even bigger burden, and I can't even do anything to help them. Can't even defend myself." He heard the bitter note, and squeezed my hand lightly.
"That's true? Nobody's taught you how to fight a Cybertronian?"
"Well, Mirage and I messed around, play fighting… nothing serious. I could maybe last a few minutes hand-to-hand with a mech who didn't really want to hurt me, but someone like you… The only defense I know is about body mechanics, and somehow, the way you're shaped, I don't think it would work."
He chuckled, a sound that reverberated through his chest and into me. "We have all the time in the universe… I'll teach you."
I snuggled against him. The light scratching my plates made against his belied how smooth and soft he felt to me. "Sounds good," I said, my vents slowing as I settled down.
The sun was burning down on us, but it felt good. My internal grid, full of lights and readouts, told me that I was converting the sun into stored energy. It left me feeling satisfied, like I'd been thirsty without knowing it until I took a drink. I offlined my optics and my world went dark, but I listened to the hums and whirs coming from Skywarp's chest until I fell into recharge.
He was gone.
I'd woken up alone on the dirt. I could see the tracks where he'd gotten up, walked away towards the open end of our new home… Where had he gone? It was dark in the valley; the sun was too low on the horizon to reach over the short western walls.
Panic rose in me. Why would he leave without saying anything? Why wouldn't he take me? Was something wrong? Had someone come?
No signs of a struggle. He walked away alone.
"Skywarp," I whispered to the empty valley.
Hotrod was alert to my sudden distress, and I could feel his frustration. He didn't know what was wrong or how to help.
I'd leapt to my feet in those first few moments, but sank to my knees as I mulled over the possibilities. I tried to calm myself for my twin's benefit. Why would the Seeker leave?
Was he the one having second thoughts? He had realized I didn't fit my name as well as he'd thought? He'd lost interest?
Maybe he left for supplies? But why wouldn't he tell me about that?
I heard a faint whining and I strained my audios until I realized it was coming from me. I'd rarely been truly alone since my new body, and the absolute emptiness of the desert was frightening. What if someone came…?
Mirage's lesson. It can help you hide until Skywarp comes back.
I swallowed my fear and mentally reached for the file my teacher had given me. I opened it, wondering for the first time at the size of the file. I looked in, and realized it was more than one lesson. There were dozens of files packed in, and by their labels they covered everything from first-aid to… interfacing and bonding.
Mirage would've taught me about these things someday… When he thought I was ready, or when I needed to know. I understood his unhappiness in watching me leave, now that I realized how much I didn't understand about my body, much less the culture I'd been thrust into – The worst part was that the bits of information he'd given me probably barely skimmed the surface.
My priority should have been masking my signature, but I couldn't help opening the file on interfacing. I had no idea how much would happen with Skywarp, or how soon…
It was all fascinating, but the thought of actually doing these things… Touching Skywarp, stimulating him, jacking into his systems while he jacked into mine, pressing our sparks together, overloading… I wasn't afraid of unexpected results like sparklings, but the type of familiarity required by the whole business was something I wasn't sure I had with my companion.
Human intimacy was nothing compared to interfacing, much less spark contact. I'd been overwhelmed by the half second Hotrod had held me to his spark when I woke into this body, and he was only my twin… What would a relatively unfamiliar mech's spark feel like?
I flipped open my wrist guard, much thicker than it'd been before the alt mode, and eyed the jack there. It was the same port Skywarp had used, back in the brig… Just above it was a small protrusion. I tugged on it curiously, having some idea of what it was for from my reading, and the cable slid easily from my arm. It looked innocent enough.
A strange idea crossed my mind, and without thinking I tried plugging the cable into my own port. It seemed taboo to me, wrong, but I was curious, and there was nobody around to see. At first nothing happened, but as soon as I moved my arm there was a crackle. I hrrrmed to myself, then sent an experimental shock through the cable. I was blind immediately. Whatever I had done had managed to white out my optics. I couldn't feel anything, either.
I came to my senses lying on my back. I snatched at the cable, but it'd blown out of the socket and retracted back into my arm on its own. My vision seemed washed out, but the color deepened as I waited. The sky returned from snow to powder blue in a few minutes.
I'd either given myself an overcharge or shorted myself out. Anyway, I wouldn't be trying that again. I rose to my feet, but my mistake didn't seem to have any lasting effects. I already felt normal again, so I closed the interfacing file and went into Mirage's silencing lesson.
Two hours later I was in deep concentration. The instructions were voice files, Mirage patiently and deliberately feeding me drills and reminders. I felt that maybe I'd finally gotten it, my signatures silenced to anyone who wasn't practically on top of me.
It was more difficult than I'd expected, especially with Hotrod's consciousness tearing my attention away now and again. He'd been beside himself with glee after my experiment. He'd probably attempted something like it before. Ever since the incident he'd been in a slightly better mood. I was calm, focusing on my lesson, so he had no reason to worry about my nervousness earlier.
Besides, he had important things to focus on. He was often surprisingly serious, my brother, but always with a positive edge on everything. His presence was a luxury out in the lonely desert.
A burst of interest came from my spark twin and it broke my concentration, ruining my control. My signature flared to life, and I heard a chuckle close by.
I jerked up, onlining my optics and looking around frantically. Skywarp was sitting not far from me.
"Not bad," he said with a smile.
"How long have you been here? Why'd you leave? Why didn't you tell me? I was alone!"
The Seeker frowned, seeing his mistake. "I'm sorry, I thought you'd sleep longer."
"That didn't answer my question, big guy!"
He grinned and reached out his long arm, hooking his fingers around me and pulling me to him. I was only a little unhappy about it. The relief that he was back was too great for me to dwell on my anger, and I let him pull me to his chest without any resistance.
"I was taking care of a few things, that's all. I won't leave without telling you next time, ok?"
"Next time?"
"I can't just ignore Starscream, can I? The best way to make sure he doesn't bother us is by staying on his good side, so I reported in. He even let me take something out of the stores for you…"
I tensed. "What is it? Is it bugged?"
"No, it's not bugged. I took it from the stores myself. It's a gun."
I shied away as much as I could encircled in his arms. "A gun? I don't need a gun."
"Yes, you need a gun. It's really high-quality too, let me show you…"
The mech reached behind him and picked something up, shaking the dirt off. He held a hollow looking piece of equipment. It seemed tiny in his hand, but it was the length of my forearm. I didn't see a grip or trigger on it anywhere.
"Nice, huh?" He asked happily. "Here, let's get it installed and see what your think."
"Installed?" Mirage had said something about getting a gun installed.
"Yeah, we wire it in and fit it into your alt mode. Soldiers have all kinds of things installed. I've had dozens of installations. It's no big deal. Here, sit down… Right or left?"
"Right," I answered absently. I watched as his partly disassembled the gun, which looked nothing like a gun at this point. He fiddled with the plating on my arm, then propped me against his chest in his lap, leaning over me. Somehow he exposed most of my base frame, the lively blue plating sticking out at odd angles away from the chrome. As I watched he fitted the gun to my arm, adjusted it, tried again… I didn't protest until he began soldering some wires.
"That stings, Skywarp…"
"It's only for a little while," he said distractedly. He gave another nip to my arm, and suddenly I felt something come to life in the piece of the gun. Some sort of program asked permission to install itself.
"Go ahead and let it," Skywarp said when I asked. "It'll work it into your alt mode and your targeting systems."
I did as I was told, and while I watched the program do its thing Skywarp fitted a couple of smaller pieces into my arm. He repeatedly swung sections of my plating down to be sure it would fit. He had to adjust the conformation a bit, making my right arm look a little different from the left.
Apart from the soldering it was fairly relaxing to let Skywarp work on me. I felt safe again, my back pressed to his stomach. It was quite dark now, though I could still see clearly, and his red eyes glowed cheerily off the shinier bits of my alt mode.
It took the better part of thirty minutes, but he finally had everything in place.
"So Starscream just gave this to you? No strings attached?"
"Yes. I told him I was settling down, quitting the war. He said that was fine, so I asked if he had any spare weapons, and he gave me the clearance. It's like it was made for you, it fits just right… There were a few others this size, maybe if you like this one we'll get another for your left."
I sighed. Starscream didn't seem like the type to do anything without some kind of motive. It was too easy. Skywarp wasn't stupid, but maybe he trusted his brother too much.
"Are mechs my size very… common?"
"Well… not in the Decepticons, not really. Why?"
"Why would Starscream be sure to have weapons for mechs my size if most of them are bigger?"
"Maybe they were just leftovers."
"Skywarp," I sighed. "Something's not right. Why would he just let you leave? He didn't seem like the warm and fuzzy type when I saw him."
"He's my brother," Skywarp said with a little irritation. "If I don't want to fight he can't make me, and we're bonded, so he can't kill me. It's as simple as that."
I stared down at my right arm. Had Skywarp installed something dangerous? Was the other Seeker above sabotage? I could think of one way Starscream could make Skywarp cooperate, and it didn't bode well for me.
"Well, aren't you going to try it out?" He asked excitedly.
"Maybe in the morning… You didn't rest much, and I'm gonna be bushed after I repair my windshield."
Skywarp huge shoulders sagged, so I twisted around on his lap and stood up, carefully balancing on his heavily plated thighs. I reached for his face and he leaned down for me, until I was on the very tips of my supports… Our lips touched and the fire raced through me again. I knew he felt it too, because his hands snaked around me and he squeezed tightly. His body tilted forward to the point I was afraid he'd pitch over onto me.
I leaned away reluctantly, confident that he'd hold me up. I hadn't meant for something so involved to start like that. "Thank you for my new gun, Skywarp. Not that I'll need it with you around."
His serious, drugged expression broke into a smile. "What is it you humans say… better safe than sorry? I wonder if Starscream has any blueprints of our first jet modes, they'd be perfect for you with a little tweaking…"
I cringed, then quickly pulled his attention away from any plans involving me flying by running a hand down his chest, the other pulling his head down to me again. His vents hummed, and I realized mine were beginning to work harder as well. I felt warm all over, but the burning frost his lips left on mine pushed me on. He started to lean forward again, then suddenly jerked upright and stood, carrying me with him to the wall. He sat quickly and braced himself against it.
"Sorry, I don't want to crush you on accident… so you stay on top."
I burst out laughing, confusing the poor Seeker. I'd heard excuses before, but this was the first time I actually agreed wholeheartedly with the reasoning rather than assuming laziness was the key factor. He could definitely squish me. I calmed myself, pushed an extremely frustrated Hotrod out of my mind, and began exploring my Seeker for the first time.
The moon was high by the time Skywarp had fallen into recharge. I still felt electrified, tingly and weak. He'd carried me to heights I'd never known existed, leaving me stunned and helpless. I was afraid he'd given me more than I'd been able to deal out, but he'd seemed happy enough when he unhooked my cable from his arm, his own wiring already retracted from mine.
He'd looked at me for a long time as I curled against his triangular upper body, cradled in his arms. I'd returned his gaze, resisting the urge to ask him what he was thinking.
Aside from the sensory differences, the biggest distinction between human and Cybertronian intimacy was being able to feel true confidence in your partner… Interfacing wasn't even the real deal; according to my file it was supposed to be a way to satisfy a bots needs without intending to procreate. Mechs who were interested only in femmes could interface with another male without compunction. Spark contact was the more meaningful and monumental sort of joining, supposedly like becoming one spark. Like becoming your partner for a little while… It didn't always result in a sparkling, in fact the occurrence was exceedingly rare. The chances of bonding were much higher. Neither of us were prepared for that, and so we'd only interfaced.
But oh good God, had we interfaced. (My spark twin now loathed me.)
I had nothing to compare it with, no precedent, but I was certain that it was impossible to surpass what I'd just experienced with Skywarp. Even so, I wanted to rebuild my windshield before I recharged. I eased off of the Raptor, fairly certain it wouldn't disturb him. I walked down the rise, hopefully far enough so that the energy surge wouldn't wake him, and began the process of repairing the glass.
The light made the area immediately around me as bright as day, then faded quickly. I wished I could blink away the bright sunspots the repair's light had left in my optics, but even as I turned to walk back to Skywarp my vision returned to normal. I lowered myself back against him and saw that I had disturbed him. His eyes weren't at full brightness, but he was definitely awake. He watched me curl against him without comment, then reached across his chest to pet my back lazily.
A little rebellious piece of me, fueled by Hotrod's sleepless gloom, rejected my easy acceptance of the new level of my relationship with the ex-Decepticon, but the rest of me was too pleased to give it any mind. I was with the mech who cared about me, the one who would make it all worth it.
"Right, now reach under the energon line; Break that on the way out. Feel for the- yes, there. Now you have to be quick to cut through that before I reach down and grab you. If you have to, shoot in there, but remember that the backfire will hurt you too. Only if you're desperate."
Ever since our talk about my combat skills Skywarp had been concerned about how I would fair against an unreasonably large mech without his help. As the sun began to rise he'd convinced me to give it a try. Aikido had been mostly about taking falls gracefully, but this was another game entirely.
He reached down, grabbing to the back of his leg where I was latched. Without thinking I darted away between his deceptively inadequate legs, unable to brush his support cables and energon lines with my fingers as I went to represent a cut.
His other leg lifted and before I knew what had happened he had dislodged me and I was on the dirt, his complicated foot supports hovering just over me. He shifted his balance back, put his foot down next to me. He bent down, his red eyes flashing merrily.
"Squish!" We chimed together. He'd found ways to 'step' on me all morning, not to mention all the times he'd grabbed me and gently demonstrated how easily he could have simply crushed my chest in his fist or pulled me to pieces.
I climbed to my feet, ignoring my logic processors for the umpteenth time this morning. It'd been doggedly pointing out that he knew how to fight smaller bots because he'd killed many Autobots and civilians just like me during the femme exterminations. Perhaps my LP's obsession was a throwback from Frenzy or Hotrod, both mechs who'd chosen to be Autobots when the war came.
"I still don't see why you think I need to learn this. You said yourself Starscream was fine with you quitting. No Autobot would hurt me, and Starscream has no reason to send anyone after us. We won that fight back in South Lake Tahoe, after all… It was a fight for dominance, right?"
"It was, but… I don't think you understand what happened." Skywarp looked a little uncomfortable. "Maybe we won, but I lost. He had me down before you interfered. He won our fight, and if you hadn't jumped in he would've let me go in a few seconds. That was why he was so easy on us… I'd submitted before you interfered."
I gawked at my Seeker. I'd come to think of him as near indestructible, especially under my apparently false impression that he'd beaten his brother that night.
Four days later I asked him to take me to a highway, one sort of in the middle of nowhere. I wanted a nice stretch of road to practice driving. The Internet had been full of information on how to drive stick, something I'd never bothered to learn as a human, and I was eager to test my knowledge on the road.
He'd brought me to a two-lane desert road. The landscape was flat and the sun beat off of it into my optics like clattering brass, but I didn't mind. Skywarp had dropped me off, told me to have fun and rushed back into the sky.
I transformed into my Elise alt mode. My paint job had mostly healed over, but I was glad Mirage had taught me how to fix my windows before we'd left the base. My interior was heating up, so I rolled down my windows and started my engine, revving it experimentally.
I set out on the road, testing my gears and pedals, trying to practice easy things like stopping and turning, slowing down and speeding up.
Skywarp was flying over the area and I could watch him as long he wasn't directly behind or overhead. I had visual receivers, like little spy cameras, all over the rest of my body. The 'eyes' couldn't quite look straight up, but almost.
He was grace itself in the sky. He twirled, flipped, inverted and weaved through the open air. The parts of me that would make my vocal processors tightened at the beauty of him. It was hard to imagine him, practically dancing up there, cut off from the sky. Even his ungainly robot mode was hard to picture as he swept low along the road, blasting over me and doing a barrel roll before breaking to the left.
Our life in the desert moved at a slow, peaceful pace. We'd spent the last three nights stargazing, among other things. He'd told me so many stories during those chilly nights, mostly pleasant. He had a lot to say about his brothers before the war, before Starscream had seen a chance at power in the Decepticons and talked his brothers into following him.
I'd come to believe Skywarp still thought of Starscream the same way he had when they'd been younger, before the fighting had touched them. Thundercracker was probably still much like he'd been then, but the leader of the trio didn't sound like the brother Skywarp spoke so fondly of. He might admit Starscream was different but deep down he only saw his smart, touchy, snappy little brother.
It didn't matter. I had plenty of suspicion for the both of us.
There is a new poll on my profile page, about whether I should try a Warp/Frequency prequel or a Warp/Brav sequel. You know how the prequel ends, but it won't have any of that 'wahh being a transformer is haarrrrd' stuff. A sequel would be nowhere near Earth and way way way into the future. Both would be wicked fun, so if you have a preference do let me know ;)