★ He knew that his duties were first to the Decepticons and then to himself, of course, but Skywarp hadn’t seen actual combat in some time. He was nearly confined to his lab of late, though he didn’t mind so much as he let on— the idea of making something truly destructive, useful to his cause, was just as motivating as the idea of cracking skulls. Not to mention that the bots who worked in this sector weren’t quite used to his presence (nor his antics) yet, and their reactions to his pranks were still fresh and interesting.
He had to treasure this time, before they got too jaded.
Skywarp was ‘ideating’ (punching in lines of code with no clear direction to see what happened to avoid real, commissioned work) when he received a ping on his private comm. Not a whole lot of bots had that frequency, but enough that he couldn’t have guessed who would be on the other line.
« Skywarp? Are you still online?
I was wondering if you’d be up for something a bit less… boring today. »
He straightened, wings stirring behind his back in pleasant surprise. He hadn’t heard from TC in what felt like ages— boring, boring ages. Thundercracker’s suggestion of something less boring, then, sounded perfect.
::Can’t go offline when I got all this work to do. That said, I can definitely put it all off t’hang, if that’s what you’re askin’.::
{ 🌪 } ;; Oh, how he had missed those vocals. His violet Trinemate was many things in life--sarcastic, rambunctious, somewhat vengeful--but he was far from improper when it came to messaging others back if the topic actually suited him. The smile that had briefly flashed grew a bit brighter, and Thundercracker found himself finally turning away from the dark energon research laid out across his research terminal. A dear companion was much more interesting than potentially poluting the universe.
« That’s precisely the thing I wished to hear. All this radioactive nonsense has gotten my processors riled up, and I feel the need to give my thrusters a bit of a workout. »
His gaze drifted from the terminal to the glowing mass of purple ore, pulsating with an intensity that he could only describe as “despicable”; perhaps that was why their mighty Lord was so enthralled by it. « I’m not sure what you’ve been working on lately, but I believe you could use a break as well. What do you say you meet me at... these coordinates in about half a joor, and we can do a bit of catch-up work. »
A bit of his perfectionist nature, however, had Thundercracker hesitating. With his wretched luck, their mighty Lord Starscream would call in asking for a progress report. The sapphire mech sighed, setting up an automatic transmission, just in case, before heading for the door. Skywarp didn’t need to respond immediately for him to know the other’s answer--they both needed this, and no one was going to get in the way of two underappreciated scientists taking half a day for themselves.
War? What war? They were far enough from the front lines that such a thing barely mattered. Today was their day.
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