Shuttle Longevity - InteriorBlindside was content to leave Howlstrike be for the time being. The blind tactician simply smiled and shrugged when Railway asked him whether or not Howl was always like this. He didn't rightly know the bestial Autobot that well yet. Leaning back in his seat, Blindside simply relaxed and tried to enjoy the ride, letting his thoughts wander but never too far. A familiar voice popped into his head as if on cue. A smile tugged at the edge of Blindside's lips as Veneer's voice echoed through his internal comms.
>> “I think Ratchet and Axle are competing to outshine the other."<<Veneer chuckled over the link, slowly letting it die out, and leaving Blindside with a warm smile on his faceplate directed at none of his present company.
>> “Cred for your thoughts,"<< he said lowly.
Blindside sighed with a wry smile and shook his head. Typical worrying Vee. The tactician would try his best to reassure him.
>>"Thinking about the battle ahead. Planning. Figuring out ways to keep you safe,"<< Blindside replied, smiling, before hastily adding,
>>"Oh, and keep me safe too! Don't worry Vee. We'll get our guys back and make it out of this. Hey, if the Decepticons are mostly annihilated, we won't have to worry so much about the war anymore! I can retire from field work like you want me to."<<Blindside was very aware that he had started rambling. He paused and took a moment to let Veneer reply. While he did this, he suddenly became aware of the presence of Ultra Magnus nearby. As their large commander began to speak, Blindside 'looked' at him. He suddenly realized that his head was still facing forward and turned it slightly to indicate that he was indeed acknowledging and listening to Ultra Magnus.
“The only thing I need to refine is how many pieces I’m going to rip Hardhead into before he falls into stasis lock."Howlstrike. Back from meditation so soon? Blindside kept his quips to himself. He had a feeling that the former Predacon would not appreciate them too much. As Howlstrike turned his head toward the disabled tactician once more, Blindside followed suit. Sometimes it could be exhausting trying to remember all of the visual nuances of social interaction. Though the blind mech was highly adept at reading body language, practicing it proved to be more of a challenge than he would have ever thought.
“So, you think you can help me do something that extreme, Blindside? I still don’t intend to kill him, but allowing me to eviscerate a former comrade might be a bit too much carnage for you to handle. Don’t you think?" asked the former Predacon with a devious smile that Blindside clearly saw as he leaned in closer.
Blindside looked directly at the Predacon and smiled rather...strangely. The blind tactician did not reply for a moment, maintaining that strange smile as he quelled the demons within. "Mmm...You're going to have to do a lot better than that if you want to get rid of me,
Howl," Blindside said with a grin, before continuing with a more serious expression, "I'll do what it takes. However many former comrades that I have to rip through...doesn't matter. Have to do it. Can't let sentiment stand in the way or else...we'll all die. I'll tear him to pieces myself if that's what it takes," Blindside said in a low voice so that only the former Predacon next to him could hear.
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Peruvian Valley - Destroyed Base CampRewind watched as the
Longevity flew down to earth and landed, kicking up much of the recently disturbed earth. The archivist raised a hand to the camera bolted to the side of his side to shield it from the worse of the dirt. Dirty lenses were an archivist's worst nightmare after all. When everything settled down, Rewind wiped the soil from his chassis and faceplate. He was going to need a good cleaning after everything was over.
As Prowl ordered everyone aboard the shuttle, Rewind glanced back at Bumblebee. Hound was helping the minibot up and toward the shuttle. Rewind would've offered his assistance, but honestly....what could he really do to help Bee? Instead, Rewind picked up the remains of the destroyed medical drone. Couldn't leave this behind. They'd forget about it and then the humans could stumble onto it and bam. Breach of protocol.
Jogging up into the shuttle, Rewind glanced around briefly as its occupants. When he didn't see Blaster at the communications panel, he knew that the Voice of the Autobots was definitely not on this shuttle. But if not...then where was he? Surely he was assigned to the...battle with...a god? Prowl said something like that. Another sweep of the room was also met with some mixed disappointment and relief.
Chromedome wasn't here either. Rewind found it hard to believe that Domey would pass on this though. After all, he tended to try to 'make up for lost time' and fight as gloriously as Optimus Prime. Still...not seeing Chromedome had more of an effect of worrying Rewind. Shifting the pieces of the medical drone in his grasp, the tiny archivist made his way over to Hold One where he could deposit his burden.