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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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Daimon sighs quietly as he leads them down the path. I think, with enough work, I can at least help Skywarp to remember the boy. His expression is distracted as he searches for the birds with his mind.

"Just a little further down this way."

*Kickback looks around carefully his own instincts insisting that this place was far too open for his own liking. Still he keeps himself calm and manages to ignore that little voice in the back of his head screaming TRAP. Which in itself was no easy feat.*

You okay *he murmured to Sundog as he notices the seekerling's wariness* You know I wont make you do anything you don't want to okay. *he soothes softly*

"Yeah," whispers the youngling, his optics still on the sky. "It... it's just so open. Anybody could see... us!"

He cries out and puts an arm up over his face as a golden arrow streaks out of the sky and gives one of Kickback's antennae a vicious yank, 'Keeeking' piercingly.

"We're under attack!" cries Katydid fearfully as the bird shoots upward again.

From Sunstreaker comes only the ferocious urge to protect her nest from such scary looking creatures.

"..."

"Uh...no. She thinks the big scary metal people are after her nest. Hangon, I'll try and clear up the misunderstanding."

Daimon closes his eyes and starts radiating waves of soothing emotion. Attack? Where? Big grazers don't attack. Wandering people don't attack.

Underneath it all, he gives the golden bird a small but pointed subconscious poke, showing the image of Sundog cowering.

(You just scared your own kid. BAD.)

He continues radiating calm as he sends a thread of consciousness out, looking for the bird's mate.

Ow! *Kickback complains* Leave the antennae alone please! *he complains not happy in the least but agreeing to leave it to Damion*

*he decides to comfort Sundog and Katydid instead of trying to get the bird back for that* It's okay. I'm fine; seriously a little organic bird isn't going to damage me that much and I wont let ANYONE hurt either of you. Now calm down and relax a little.

Angry confusion comes back at Daimon, and the little female Peregrine stumbles in the air and then lands nearby and shakes her head, feathers poofed comically as she complains loudly.

Shrill keeking comes from the direction of the nest as Skywarp answers his friend's call. But he can't leave the eggs. They need to be warm.

And two sets of young Cybertronian optics are shifting from the angry Sunstreaker to the place that the other bird's voice came from.

*Kickback blinks* Heh fluffy *he mutters more to himself than anyone else*

*His optics glance over to the place where the bird call came from* Shall we head that way then? *he asks...not really wanting to move on without asking. Sunstreaker may not have hurt him much but it was annoying.*

At least the sight was amusing enough to take the edge off Daimon's anger. Having startled the bird away from his companions, Daimon sends out waves of soothing emotion. "Wish my kid was here. He's better at animals than I." His eyes flicker orange-red as he focuses.

"Skywarp's on the eggs. She'll go nuts if we get too near 'em. Let's let her get her composure before we get any closer; once they switch off she'll be calmer anyway. It might just be me, but he seems to have somewhat more of a grasp of himself."

*Kickback just nods* I'll take your word for it pal. *he replies holding onto the youngling in his arms his protective instincts blaring at him*

Works for me; I'm more than happy to wait for her to calm down anyhow. I haven't seen them in a while so I don't know how they're coping. *he replied giving the bird a slightly annoyed look*

Sunstreaker yells at them a little more, then responds to a call from her mate by looping around and hiding her approach to the nest. There's some gentle preening and 'talking', and then here comes Skywarp arrowing in to pull Daimon's hair and keek at him cheerfully.

"They're...not coping. By which I mean, they've adapted to their lives as falcons, but they're buried in those lives."

Daimon ducks slightly and laughs as his curls get boinged. "Hey! Heh-heh-heh..." The laugh is mostly for the bots' benefit, since he figured the one hawk-cry probably wasn't that different from the other for them.

"Hey you! That's my sweetie's handle, not to line your nest." His voice is calm and friendly. "And look. Look who I brought."

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.*

"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....

"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.

*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.*

Positive and friendly? Nnnnot really. But strangely enough Skywarp still trusted Kickback with his son... because of how far Kickback had gone to protect the little pink Autobot femme.

But still he shakes his head and then scratches at it a little as Daimon works before suddenly blinking and keeking with shrill surprise as recognition slowly dawns.

Daimon nods slowly, and sends out another wave of reassurance as reality starts to dawn. "Ok, ok. Almost got at least the first part of it. He's going to get a little agitated, I suspect. I'll mitigate it as best I can."

*Kickback nods softly keeping a careful hold on the seekerling* I'll keep that in mind *he mutters; most of his sensors are trained on the two younglings attached to him but he does spare enough to keep an 'eye' out on the surrounding area.*

"Kickback, you frag slagging son of a ....!" Here comes a feathered arrow with a memory of being laughed at and vengeful antennae pulling in his fierce little heart.

"Skywarp, no!" cries Sundog as Katy gives a small shriek of fear.

Sundog! Oh no....

Skywarp's flight falters, his feathers poofing out as his brain swirls with confusion.

Edited 2009-03-18 20:37 (UTC)

"What the crap...?" Woops, looks like that last memory of Kickback was still the one closest to the surface. "Whoah! Hey! Chill out! Can't we talk this over?"

And yes, the little squishy guy's physically stepped between them as if breaking up a brewing barfight between humans. Habit.

*Kickback snickers* Ok okay so I should learn to watch my vocaliser. Shesh Skywarp I get it! *the only reason he's being placating is for Sundog's sake; were it any other day he'd have swatted the annoying bird out of the sky.*

Now quite being a dork and lets talk about this; rather than you have a hissy fit. *Kickback's keeping his temper in check; but it's getting harder, especially with certain birds going for his very sensitive antennae*

"Mmmph!" That might have been the sound of a falcon hitting Daimon in the chest, unless Daimon moved.

Daimon figures he's a softer target than irritated Decepticon, and grunts as he gets hit. "Easy! Easy! Take it easy! Some things have gone on since you were out!" He braces himself for getting a bit clawed up--and doesn't mind. He heals fast.

*Kickback's rolling his optics* Would it help if I said sorry? *now that leaves a foul taste in Kickback's mouth ...urk apologising to a SEEKER...not normal.*

"No," says Skywarp, holding onto the front of Daimon's shirt and flapping furiously as he tries to maintain his grip and regain his equilibrium. "Because you wouldn't mean it anyway. Ack!"

Falling bird, yup.

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