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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"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.*