??.? "This a bad time to say I got the touch?"
"Better yet, I think ya have the power. Or however that lyric goes."
IN WHICH a girl hums through life in quiet rhythms, but for every thousand lives she's lived, each time, the tempo stumbles. Each ti...
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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑾𝑬𝑵𝑻𝒀-𝑻𝑾𝑶 "The music notes were my addition, Stickers."
˚ ✦ . ˚ . . ✦ . ˚ * . ★ ˚
The wind howled thinner up here. The air didn't cradle you so much as cut through, thin and cold and fast. The altitude made every movement sharper, sleek bodylines slicing clouds like blades through silk, where sound dissolved into static and pressure.
It was nothing like gliding. Nothing like her first lesson.
This was a battlefield wrapped in blue.
Replay flew tight on Skywarp's six, the lilac streak of his afterburner pulsing like a beacon against the pale sky.
He flew like a show-off even when it wasn't about him.
Her wings jittered slightly in the current, overcorrecting, nervous. But that was because they were preparing her today for the fact that they were still in a war, and it wouldn't always be her in the sky.
::Welcome to Basic Fighter Maneuvers,:: Starscream's voice crackled through the comms, dry as ever. ::Today's exercise is air combat. No missiles. No abilities.::
Skywarp groaned so loud it nearly came through physically.
::Aw, come on, no teleporting? You're cutting my wings off, here.::
Thundercracker's reply was a calm breeze beside Skywarp's turbulence. ::You'll live.::
Starscream didn't pause for either of them.
::The hard deck is 5000 feet. Do not drop below it. Break it and you're out. Your job is to work together to take either me or TC out as we play the role of bandit. You get a lock, we count it. Vice versa, same rules. If either of you gets tagged, you both lose.::
Replay adjusted her flaps, a nervous tic. Skywarp banked lazily to the right, keeping their formation tight while her processor spun with the logistics
::Or else what?:: she asked, light but curious.
::Or else we shoot back,:: Starscream replied flatly.
Skywarp chuckled. ::What's in it for the winner?::
::Staying alive,:: Thundercracker said pointedly, as if it were obvious.
But Skywarp, ever allergic to quiet or serious nudges at reality, broke it with a scoff. ::Nah, we need stakes. Losers owe the winners... one hundred transform drills.::
::That's a lot of drills,:: she muttered.
::They don't call it an exercise for nothing,:: Starscream said with an audible smirk.
