[Closed] Escorting the cassettijet home

[houndofmegatron]

WHO: Movie!Blackout and Ani!Jetstorm (and maybe iPrime later?)
WHAT: Blackout delivers the cassettified Jetstorm back to the Autobots.
WHERE: Between the Hollow and the Lookout Point in Zone 4.
WHEN: After this.
WARNINGS/NOTES: Likely to involve prodigious amounts of wibble.

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[iplaywinner]

He hadn't been a cassette long.

A few solar cycles, maybe, though he was still getting used to the different system of time measurement that the Primaxians used, and just, in general, trying to get used to the different everythings that the Primaxians used.

He wasn't...in...great shape, for it.

There was no Brother, but there'd been Soundwave, and there'd been one night where he'd permitted (or Soundwave had asked, it was sort of fuzzy) and he'd suddenly figured out his alt-mode and then, not long after, had been introduced to the inside of Soundwave's chest.

He was still shaking from the experience.

It hadn't been like brother, at all.

He'd liked it, and been terrified of liking it because he knew it wasn't his decision to like or not to like--it was all this body. And Soundwave had been really gracious about it all, too, and had patiently explained, and answered all of his questions, and sent comforting impulses that had been enough to calm him into recharge

[houndofmegatron]

...Okay, Blackout hadn't expected that. To be fair, he hadn't really expected anything specific from Jetstorm at all--he hadn't really seen the little mech after their one conversation, and couldn't have spoken to his mental state at all, really.

Still, he did not expect to be jumped, nor for his ankle to be...well, attacked. It wasn't a very effective attack, but it was still an attack, and without thinking about Blackout's defense routines booted and he lifted his other foot to stomp...

And stopped himself. This was Jetstorm, and already he'd stopped his clumsy attack and was just holding on. Blackout dropped his foot and forced himself to relax, going carefully to one knee and resting a fingertip on Jetstorm's little back.

"...Very well, jet," he murmured with a nod and just the tiniest outward twitch of his mandibles.

[iplaywinner]

He'd...not expected Blackout to relent...

And for a few moments, he stared at his own fists, wondering how strong they were...

Before he just buried his face back in the Tyran's ankle, and allowed himself to be comforted. This wasn't about trying to be strong or save face or prove himself to be the most awesomest of Autobots--this was about being in a funny body that recharged inside of another mech while the other half of his spark was out there somewhere and he was aching, everywhere.

"...is good, Blackout-con. Be taking me out, now." Tiny fingers tightened on exo-plating, too much emotion refusing to be contained in his much smaller body.

[houndofmegatron]

That tiny smile was gone from Blackout's mandibles, which clamped tight in concern as he looked down at the tiny body hiding against his plating. For a moment, he just let him cling, his big finger stroking carefully down the little back, but they weren't going to get anywhere with Jetstorm clinging on to his leg, were they?

As gently as possible, he tried to disengage him.

"Right away, Jetstorm," he murmured. "The Primaxian Prime is waiting to receive you. I..." Pause. It occurred to Blackout that he didn't now if Soundwave had actually passed on his message about Jetfire's condition. "...I have no doubt he'll take you to your brother immediately."

[houndofmegatron]

[After successfully handing off the little jet to the Primaxian Prime, Blackout returned immediately to the Hollow, seeking his Lord. He had a report to give on the exchange, of course--although it was a brief report. The encounter had gone well.

And when he'd finished, and Megatron was satisfied, he...hesitated, rotors fluttering uncertainly.]

My Lord...?

[not_your_gun]

[Magnum was...pleased. So far, this had gone well--the jet was back where he belonged, he had the advantage over the Autobots until they could get him into the right body, he had a way to spy on said Autobots, and he'd done it all within the limits of the truce. Soundwave was the only...hitch...and even that hitch had been relatively smooth. Hell, even Blackout seemed pleased at this exchange.]

Excellent, Blackout. Was there...something else you wanted to report?

[He'd noticed the shifting, and the uncertainty, and it made him curious...]

[houndofmegatron]

Not...report, Lord.

[He was so, so hesitant--but Lord Megatron seemed to be in a good mood, and had received his word of the successful transfer well. It gave him a little confidence, at least enough to stand a little straighter and still his rotors.]

A request, actually, if you will.

[not_your_gun]

A request?

[Oh, now this was interesting. Blackout did not ask for anything lightly.]

I am...listening.

[He sat back in his thronechair, watching a bit more intently.]