Sky Lynx: The Savior of the Universe >>"Well first off, nice to see you too Bird for brains."<< Springer was able to conjure up as he sheathed his sword, >>"Secondly, in the heat of the moment the thought didn't exactly cross my mind while I had Decepticons shooting at me! Finally, it's something that no one outside the system knows of because we don't have the resources to protect ourselves if word ever got out that the big guy is missing!"<<
>>”Well! I never,”<< Sky Lynx huffed, mightily offended at Springer’s initial greeting. So offended, in fact, that his brilliant mind failed to deliver him a proper rebuttal. It settled on the fact that he ought to take the high road. Yes, yes. This was all so beneath him.
>>”I suppose that makes some amount of sense…Losing Optimus is a blow – not as great a blow as losing me for instance – but fear not, I shall never be felled by Decepticon hands.”<<As Springer turned his attentions to the rest of his crew in his dinky little shuttle, Sky Lynx considered their options. After a moment of deliberation, Sky Lynx effortlessly glided over to Omega Supreme and latched onto him with his four claws.
>>”I’m afraid I must agree with Omega, Springer. Time is of the essence. The Decepticons could return with a larger force at any moment. I’ll help this old chap along. It’s easier for me to disengage than it would be for you, and it’ll be faster.”<<Without waiting for an answer, Sky Lynx set about towing Omega Supreme along back toward where the rest of the Autobots would most assuredly be waiting. He glanced down to the Omega Guardian.
>>”My apologies for the rough treatment, old bean, but we are rather in a rush. Try not to fret until we arrive. Just relax. Conserve your energy. Wait. Us? Who is us? Do you have little passengers in there?”<<-
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Inside Omega SupremeArclight felt a little odd at Omega’s rumblings. It stirred something in her spark. Something that squished itself when he thanked her. As much as she hated to admit it, it kind of made her feel special to be thanked by an Omega Guardian. Well, Arclight did still feel horribly guilty about being the bearer of bad news about Optimus and all, but…well, he was going to find out one way or another.
Grappling with her conflicting emotions, Arclight scratched her arm nervously. It was a tick. Something she couldn’t help when she was upset or nervous or…anxious. Was she anxious? Well, maybe. Omega wasn’t in the best shape and…well, the Decepticons could come back at any second. And it was her first real taste of combat.
Arclight hadn’t done anything, but still! Pressing her back to the wall, she slid down, curling up into a little worrisome ball. What would she do if they came back? Howlstrike seemed raring to go as did Blindside, but what could she do? Sit there and be scared. Ugh. Arclight buried her head in her arms.