#robotsindaskies

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The Jettwins are just going to oh so casually burst into Jazz's room, nearly kicking the door open. "Jazz sir!! Jazz sir you are being awake and alive, yes?"

There is no answer, the mech curled on his side facing away from the duo that had burst into his room. And...his paint had begun to fade, biolights and visor dark.

From the corner, Jazz could only watch helplessly, invisible, as the two mechs entered. Damn it, why them? Why not Sentinel or Magnus? Primus, why did it have to be the two who would take it the hardest?

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OH GOD TWINS NO DONT DO IT HE ACTUALLY HAS AN M!A THAT KILLED HIM OH MY GOD!))))

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Okay but lets be real when jazz finally introduces the twins ( @robotsindaskies ) to Yoketron ( @pieceofthefuture ) he would just be so fucking excited and proud to be able to show Yoketron how far they've gotten and how talented they are

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Who says he does it by accident?

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Have a servo on each helm giving them a little ruffle as he crouches down to their height.

"I know it is hard sometimes, but don't take their slag, Jetties. You are the ONLY flying Autobots aside a Prime. Think about that for a moment. You two are only a spark matrix away from being a pair of Prime's. PROPER Prime's. Not this bullscrap about using that for a title of rank but a gift bestowed by Primus himself.”

“So, the Autobots pick on you? Smile because beneath their harsh words is a jealousy that they cannot experience the freedom of flight like you two can. The Decepticon’s pick on you? Smile again because they cannot produce fire or wind, nor do they have a bond as special as what is here” he said, servos drifting down to tap the back of a digit where two spark chambers resided. “Because out of both factions? you two are the first of something amazing. Something unique. Never let ‘em see that they get to you.”

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A moment of weakness (robotsindaskies) [:'D ]

[[2. My muse is emotionally compromised and breaking down.]]

If there were any advantage to existing within’ a society virtually without fliers, it was that you were almost always guaranteed at least one relatively empty, private place if you needed space. Rooftops. A blessing for the pink bot as she vented heavily, leaning her hands against her knees in an attempt to steady herself, stop the shaking.

In-vent. She directed to herself, chiding mentally as if she were one of her own students so long ago. Count to thirteen. Ex-vent. Count to thirteen.

Arcee managed perhaps five of these cycles, desperate to calm herself, remain grounded. A numb sense of shock would have been easier to maintain in public, she knew as much, but when she tried to in-vent deeply again all that happened was a burst of quiet, hiccuping sobs, shaking her whole body. “Oh, oh-h no, no, don’t- hhk- don’t do this - h-ah-” She sobbed to herself, muffled, easing down to her knees and rubbing at her burning optics with the heels of her palms.

Everything is gone. Everyone is gone.

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It was hard not to notice the two new members of Megatron’s Earth bound crew; the way the slunk about the corridors or mess hall trying to keep to themselves under the gaze of such battle hardened decepticons. Here? There two stood out like a pair of sore thumbs. Granted, taller than he was, but still far smaller than that of the rest on board.

And, honestly? He remembered when he was first on board, how all he wanted was nothing more than a friend and how frightened he was to go up to someone and speak for fear of repercussions, even well after changing his faction.  So, three energon cubes in his servos as he’d been watching the pair eyeing off the crowded dispensor, and he was placing two on the table before the pair of seeker twins, he assumed, and plopping down into the third himself, a servo held out.

“You two must be the new twins, Jetfire and Jetstorm, right? Pleasure to meet you, I am Symphony. You can call me Symph for short if you’d rather” he said, the beaming smile honest and sincere and so out of place amid ‘expressionless’ decepticons.

He was autobot in all but the insignia on his chassis.

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Ravage nuzzles each of them on the cheek. [NOT SEEIN’ ANY DANGERS] he burbles. [& ‘WAVE WON’T MISS ME 4 A FEW KLIKS]

The snuggles are nice, and the soft rumbles coming from the Cassette’s chassis grow louder. [U 2 HAVE A SADZ? I CN FIX?]