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[The comm clicks on in what at first appears to be darkness, but quickly tiny, yellow-green flickering lights, all around, brighten up the screen. Blinking swarms of pixels, at the height of their migration, cast the area in a warm, comforting glow. The shadowy shapes of buildings and distant lights of zone two appear out of the dusk in the background, as well as the two lanky, laughing shapes chasing the pixels around and around through the air.]
-Brother! Do it again! [One laughs, the yellow glow of optics and a flare of orange light haloing his shadowed helm betraying his identity easily enough. The second, glowing blue visor only one light among many, waves his arms, and with a rush of wind, the pixels swirl about in a blinking tornado. Jetfire laughs excitedly, flying right into the storm and scattering the lights every-which direction. They both laugh, especially Jetstorm as his twin staggers dizzily through the air, half-crashing together and landing in a giggling pile of limbs and servos.]
Ooh, look! [One says excitedly, holding up a arm for examination, where a number of pixels have settled on to his plating. The other peers closely with a delighted grin, about to comment...only for a wrenching, static-laced cry to cut the air like a shot, sending the pixels scattering as the twins jump to the air reflexively.]
...B-brother? [The twins glance back and forth between each other for a moment, before they rise up as one to investigate, Jetfire only pausing at the last moment to snatch up his comm and clip it into place on it's holster.]
Th-that is not sounding much with the good... [He starts, voice tightly hushed, only to flinch as the sound repeats itself, more drawn out and garbled with- with something than before. Jittery with nerves and fear, both twins ready their weapons as they approach the darkened alleyway, peering down to where the sounds are coming from...]
...
[The mech in question was laid out on the ground, writhing and shrieking as his limbs twisted at impossible angles. Tips of broken fingers had begun to wear away, ravaged by his desperate attempts to tear at his own armour - Several plates of which had already been wrenched clean off, exposing damaged circuitry and broken lines before being tossed aside.
And looming over him, was Soundwave. The Decepticon had one foot pressed solidly against his victim’s chest, blocking access to his spark chamber; it wouldn’t have done for the creature to finish this job himself, with his clumsy scrambling.
With his gaze intent on the unknown bot’s face, he had yet to actually register the jets’ presence, too caught up in his own work to care.]
-Brother! Do it again! [One laughs, the yellow glow of optics and a flare of orange light haloing his shadowed helm betraying his identity easily enough. The second, glowing blue visor only one light among many, waves his arms, and with a rush of wind, the pixels swirl about in a blinking tornado. Jetfire laughs excitedly, flying right into the storm and scattering the lights every-which direction. They both laugh, especially Jetstorm as his twin staggers dizzily through the air, half-crashing together and landing in a giggling pile of limbs and servos.]
Ooh, look! [One says excitedly, holding up a arm for examination, where a number of pixels have settled on to his plating. The other peers closely with a delighted grin, about to comment...only for a wrenching, static-laced cry to cut the air like a shot, sending the pixels scattering as the twins jump to the air reflexively.]
...B-brother? [The twins glance back and forth between each other for a moment, before they rise up as one to investigate, Jetfire only pausing at the last moment to snatch up his comm and clip it into place on it's holster.]
Th-that is not sounding much with the good... [He starts, voice tightly hushed, only to flinch as the sound repeats itself, more drawn out and garbled with- with something than before. Jittery with nerves and fear, both twins ready their weapons as they approach the darkened alleyway, peering down to where the sounds are coming from...]
...
[The mech in question was laid out on the ground, writhing and shrieking as his limbs twisted at impossible angles. Tips of broken fingers had begun to wear away, ravaged by his desperate attempts to tear at his own armour - Several plates of which had already been wrenched clean off, exposing damaged circuitry and broken lines before being tossed aside.
And looming over him, was Soundwave. The Decepticon had one foot pressed solidly against his victim’s chest, blocking access to his spark chamber; it wouldn’t have done for the creature to finish this job himself, with his clumsy scrambling.
With his gaze intent on the unknown bot’s face, he had yet to actually register the jets’ presence, too caught up in his own work to care.]