Nexus. Blackout's kingdom. Hawks and mechs.

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Katydid looks around curiously as they leave the more lived in parts of the Nexus and enter a world of red rock badlands, her brown optics brightening and her antennae twitching. It's a strange place to a little bug who lives in a swamp, but it also looks like the kind of place that a Seeker would like to live.

Except maybe Sundog. He's looking around warily from where he's being held in Kickback's arms, his ruby optics huge in his thin face as he eyes the open sky above them uneasily.

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[insect-kickback.livejournal.com]

So they've lost who they were. *Kickback replies tilting his head slightly; oh he knows how that feels...oh well at least in his case he didn't get turned into an actual grasshopper he'd just thought he was one.*

*Kickback tenses slightly as Skywarp dives at them* ...should have known *he mutters to himself; as he relaxes. Of course Skywarp was playing; the idiot was always doing dumb things.*

*Looking at Sundog he murmurs to the seekerling* If you want to leave at any time during this, all you have to do is say the word. I wont think any less of you because of it. *not that he wanted to leave but Kickback didn't want Sundog to over exert himself and he knew the youngling was stubborn.*

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"I'm okay," murmurs Sundog, watching as the falcon loops around for another pass and then settles on a nearby rock pile to tilt his bright head at the organic. Despite his words one small hand is locked in a death grip on Kickback's arm.

Skywarp keeks again, then looks at the big thing that had startled his mate so badly. His friend isn't afraid of it, so neither is... wait.

Green and yellow.

The little falcon falls silent, looking at the being that bears those colours with first one dark eye and then the other.

Those colours are important. Very important.

But he can't remember why....

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"Looks like I'm up." Daimon radiates reassurance as he carefully reaches for the bird's mind. **Easy. Take it easy, Skywarp. It's time to remember a little. I'll help.**

There have to be positive and friendly associations with these Insecticons somewhere in Skywarp's head, to go along with his emotions toward his son. Daimon very carefully searches for these and starts playing connect-the-dots between them and the beings the falcon is seeing now. Sweat starts beading on his forehead from the effort of being as gentle and subtle about this as possible.

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*Kickback watches intently; he feels Sundog's grip and doesn't say anything about it. If it comforts the younger then he would allow almost anything.*

*He watches ready to bolt if he needs to; after all Kickback's more concerned for the youngling in his arms than the staring falcon.*