[two airplanes in the forest. what will they do?]
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[airstrike has been sent out to a ""nearby"" forest (in russia.) to recover marrowbomber, as the latter had fallen asleep and crash landed. as of right now, airstrike's on the ground and searching around for marrowbomber.]
AS: no fallen trees... no smoke? not an ounce of energon? primus, how ungentlemanly must you be to crash somewhere without leaving behind some evidence of where you are? ...snrk.
[airstrike's one-mech-conversation is interrupted by a rogue tree flying right above - and whizzing by - him.]
AS: ah, i see. excellent. [he follows the tree's path of destruction.]
[...as airstrike approaches marrowbomber, the former is relieved to hear that the latter has a sense of humor about his situation.]
MB: hey, look at me! one second, i'm up in the sky, and the next, i'm right here! call that shit shadowlanding!
AS: [chuckle]. need some help getting on your feet, marrow?
MB: naw, i'll be fine. still a little tired, might take another nap. how was your day, little buddy?
AS: about as good as can be expected. i got to ride nebula again, bonecrusher taught me how to roll up snowballs, and uhh... i might've jammed my wings in a door.
MB: yeowch. any boo-boos from that?
AS: just some paint chipping. otherwise, i'm fine.
MB: good to hear.
[airstrike takes a seat next to marrowbomber.]
AS: speaking of paint chipping, you look like you're due for a new paintjob. have you got any damage otherwise?
MB: no, just some sprains here and there, mostly in the wings. you should probably update whoever's at the terminal back at base.
AS: alright. are your comms down or somethin'?
MB: nah: too lazy.
AS: suit yourself.
- [switching perspectives: the forest -> the terminal] -
AS: airstrike to terminal, does anyone copy?, over.
CS: curbstomper to airstrike, what's the situation?, over.
AS: hi, curbstomper. i've made contact with marrowbomber, he's pretty much fine. i'm radio-ing over to let you know that i'm gonna sit with him for a little bit.
CS: good to hear everything's going well for you two. i'll have some hot chocolate prepared for your return. safe travels, you two.
AS: wonderful, i haven't had hot chocolate before! gonna hop off now, over.
CS: over 'n' out. ...what a nice fellow.
N: i know, right?
- [back over to the airplane boys now.] -
[as we rejoin marrowbomber and airstrike, some time has passed since the latter contacted curbstomper. they're been up until midnight, waiting for assistance from footmuncher and ekranotitan.]
AS: -and then i say to the guy, "dementia? i hardly know 'er!" and we all have a hoot and a holler. god, i was on a roll that day.
MB: i can tell. none of those i would enjoy on a night out, but they're bangers for sure. have you had any good dreams recently?
AS: well... no. not really. no dreams to speak of at all, in fact.
MB: mmm. wanna sleep?
AS: what about your damage?
MB: i'm a tough robot, aero. i'll be fine.
AS: alright. do you fall asleep easily?
MB: meh. [marrow rubs his head.] i don't remember the last time i slept. and what's with the interrogation-style questioning?
AS: [shrug] AS: let's head off to dreamland, eh?
MB: sure.
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