[Swindle, lingering again by the river, hears Vortex, and a sharp bolt of pain runs through his circuits. Instinctively, he reaches through the bond. It is still closed - yet, Swindle can feel the 'copter, faintly - which should be an improvement on before - except that it isn't. Because everything is horrendously wrong. The sudden conviction that this is so strikes Swindle with sickening force.]
[His optics widen, his fists clench. He whispers:] // Vortex?? \\
[In spite of all that has gone before, the excruciating times he's been through with the copter, the recent anguish, not to mention the unwelcome effect he knows it will have on his sparkbond, Swindle answers by instinct, unable to even attempt to stop himself from trying to reach his team mate.]
[At the sound of his team mate's voice, the urge to re-open his end of the bond intensifies. But that's wrong, so very wrong. Rage crackles through his circuits, darkening his vision for a fraction of an astrosecond.]
[Relief floods Swindle's systems at the sound of his team mates's voice. To be quickly replaced by that sickening chill which always strikes right into every synapse when the copter has a go at him.]
[He intakes sharply:] // Vortex ....
[Reaching out through the bond, and finding it still closed, another chill strikes. He says with a waver to his voice:] // You're alive, then? I thought you were ....
//What the frag? Don't try and change the subject! You know full well where I am!//
[He twitches as Swindle tried to reach him through the bond, as though physical movement will take him further from the effects of the programming.]
//Just answer me this, Swindle, WHAT THE FRAG DID YOU DO TO MY FACE? And where in the pit is my battle mask? And don't you dare tell me you welded it to my jaw, you facetious piece of scrap. I already know that. Where's the rest of it?//
[He dodges the first part, and doesn't care about the second, but he fels compelled to salvage something out of this, hence gathering intel - any intel - has to be his first priority.]
[Still only in a half-recharge, audio and visual input disabled, Blast Off hears Vortex comm and frowns. He decides to ignore it. His last attempt to bring the ‘copter to open the bond ended with his self-preservation programming pinging, and he doesn’t want this to happen again.
He doesn’t care anymore. He shields his side, not closing it completely, but enough that Swindle won’t feel all of the things that cross Blast Off’s processor.]
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[Swindle, lingering again by the river, hears Vortex, and a sharp bolt of pain runs through his circuits. Instinctively, he reaches through the bond. It is still closed - yet, Swindle can feel the 'copter, faintly - which should be an improvement on before - except that it isn't. Because everything is horrendously wrong. The sudden conviction that this is so strikes Swindle with sickening force.]
[His optics widen, his fists clench. He whispers:] // Vortex?? \\
[In spite of all that has gone before, the excruciating times he's been through with the copter, the recent anguish, not to mention the unwelcome effect he knows it will have on his sparkbond, Swindle answers by instinct, unable to even attempt to stop himself from trying to reach his team mate.]
// Vortex ?? \\
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[At the sound of his team mate's voice, the urge to re-open his end of the bond intensifies. But that's wrong, so very wrong. Rage crackles through his circuits, darkening his vision for a fraction of an astrosecond.]
//YOU! It was you, wasn't it?//
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[Relief floods Swindle's systems at the sound of his team mates's voice. To be quickly replaced by that sickening chill which always strikes right into every synapse when the copter has a go at him.]
[He intakes sharply:] // Vortex ....
[Reaching out through the bond, and finding it still closed, another chill strikes. He says with a waver to his voice:] // You're alive, then? I thought you were ....
[In a 'strangled' tone:] // Where are you?
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//What the frag? Don't try and change the subject! You know full well where I am!//
[He twitches as Swindle tried to reach him through the bond, as though physical movement will take him further from the effects of the programming.]
//Just answer me this, Swindle, WHAT THE FRAG DID YOU DO TO MY FACE? And where in the pit is my battle mask? And don't you dare tell me you welded it to my jaw, you facetious piece of scrap. I already know that. Where's the rest of it?//
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//Copter? You don´t sound like your usuall happy self right now ...what happened?//
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[The laughter stops abruptly, the realisation hitting him that he didn't think before transmitting. Oh slag.]
//Nothing's wrong. You having fun out there with your seeker?//
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//You are having fun?//
[He dodges the first part, and doesn't care about the second, but he fels compelled to salvage something out of this, hence gathering intel - any intel - has to be his first priority.]
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*Is at home, putting together another secret delivery of highgrade for the brig*
//Oh, Hi rotors~ I'm thinkin' of swinging by soon with some more supplies//
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[It is a long while before he answers, and when he does, he sounds subdued.]
//Hey, Flighty. Uh, you better bring a long pole or something. And watch out for whoever else is in here.//
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[Still only in a half-recharge, audio and visual input disabled, Blast Off hears Vortex comm and frowns. He decides to ignore it. His last attempt to bring the ‘copter to open the bond ended with his self-preservation programming pinging, and he doesn’t want this to happen again.
He doesn’t care anymore. He shields his side, not closing it completely, but enough that Swindle won’t feel all of the things that cross Blast Off’s processor.]
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