Ep. 05- A Long Time Coming-open!

For the first few moments Bluestreak was nothing but glyphs and constant hums of fields overlapping. Joy and an overwhelming affection for the mech ou was currently bending the plating of. The little bundle of grey,red and happy had fewer compunctions about trying to appear stoic in public and as such just let hirself be reduced to incoherency.

Legion was HERE! Alive and holding hir as tight as ou was holding him. This was the mech that had eased hir homesickness when ou first got to Teyonu, had let hir snuggle him to hir sparks content and...well there had been more between them besides.

"I Missed you too Legion."

Eventually ou managed to lift hir helm up from were it had been pressed against Legions chassis, close the the plates above his spark. Wide optics taking in the face ou had though ou would never see again.

"What took you so long?!"

Yes talk later, snuggle as if life depended on it now. Later ou could ask about the others, could mourn with him their loss but here, right now there was Legion and his strong arms holding hir tight. Movement was tricky not wanting to break contact in anyway but wanting to get at least a little closer to optic level with the substantially larger mech.

Ou was only partially aware of their likely audience and really even if ou was more aware of them it hardly would have mattered. all that was really important at the moment was him. Holding hir tight and trying hold onto his emotions with little effect.

"Right, later."

Was all Bluestreak could get out before complete control broke and ou kissed him.


<<OOC: And now when Neko likes she can break 'Hide with this. XD>>

Jazz had monitored the new mechs' arrival onto base with interest. Firstly because hey, it never hurt to be careful and secondly because anything that made Bluestreak VIBRATE at that rate had to be worth the watching. He'd kept quiet, though, as he worked the controls and the 'bridge spiraled open.

Legion was a big mech, true to his specs in the database. Not that Jazz had an unobstructed view of him for very long before the large mech was brought low by a doorwinged flurry of squee.

Jazz had smiled, his smallest cohortmate's glee infectious. Greeting long-lost friends was always a good time.

Then Blue had laid a full-on KISS on the frontliner, pulling hirself closer than should have been possible with plating intact, and Jazz's assumptions abruptly twisted into a completely different line.

Jazz's smile had widened. Ah. THAT kind of friend, then.

Go, Blue. Though Ironhide's gonna have a--

Cue an Ironhide, totally having a glitch over trying to reconcile "sparkling" with "necking on the control room floor".

Jazz bit down hard on his own instinct to laugh, having learned long ago that laughing at Ironhide's overprotectiveness never got him anywhere. Especially when he could all but SEE the gears turning in Ironhide's head. Jazz just watched for a klik, waiting to see if this would require physical intervention between new arrival and enraged caretaker or...

YOU take care of it.

...or that. Definitely for the best.

Jazz...bit down hard on the first four or five responses that came to mind. Bad, Jazz, no baiting the Ironhide.

He settled on a perfectly neutral ::Got it.::

The World was starting to expand out from the pinpoint that was Legion and as ou pulled away from the kiss, venting to draw in more air ou was peripherally aware of a large familiar red frame beating a hasty retreat. Well, there would need to be a talk some time about not looming and growling poor Legion to death but that could be for after he'd blown up enough slag to forget why he'd want to.

Helm tilting to see Jazz with his ever present cat who ate the canary grin plaster to his face ou had a moment to consider that maybe the middle of the control room wasn't the best place for such things but quickly shoved it off. Nothing anyone here had never seen before.

"Oh he most certianly does, you're not the fist mech to come back from the dead."

Talk as they did Bluestreak had yet to release the death grip ou had on the much larger mech. Wasn't letting go ANY time soon thank you very much.

(( OOC: As this comes right after From the Sky, I thought I'd post Skydive in here, if only to transition into Autobot base. Consider him one of the crowd that's been standing around. xD Not sure what to have him say to anyone, so he has no dialogue here. Feel free to ignore him. I expect he'd only be here a couple posts. o.o ))

Skydive watched the scene taking place pretty much right in front of him with a mix of awkwardness and contentment. It pleased him to see two bots separated by conflict to be reunited again. On the other hand, watching them snog in the middle of the control room wasn't quite as nice. As a result, he'd just spent the last five kliks standing awkwardly and trying not to look directly at the intimate scene while wondering where in the Pit he was supposed to go. He'd thought about just exploring around, but he wasn't sure if there were places he wasn't welcome.

Sometimes, he envied those who wouldn't be bothered by just up and wandering off. But Skydive had always been too introverted for that - not only was he very uncomfortable in a new social situation, he was also in a new place, and that meant that it would take him a while to feel comfortable enough to even begin exploring. There was also the fact that he wasn't familiar with the ranks here, and bumping into the wrong bot could be a hassle. So...he supposed he'd just wait until an appropriate time to ask someone what in Primus' name a new bot was supposed to do.

Over at the ground bridge controls sat a mech Skydive thought looked familiar but he couldn't place him, and the small crowd that was beginning to disperse also held no familiar faces. He mentally sighed and hoped someone around here had data pads to read or packets to download.

Speaking of which, he had a lot of catching up to do. He wasn't built to process exo-comm networks, but he had enough access to the internet that the vastness of it was staggering. He'd seen the city lights on his way in, but take into account the size of the human body and the expanse of said cities and there were a lot of humans. Entire civilizations, the most modern ones made up of individuals creating new information and adding up all that information exponentially on the net. Daily. Skydive had never seen anything like it, although according to mechs he'd met before, the old Cybertron was similarly interconnected, perhaps even more so. Still, experiencing it sent him reeling, and he was forced to limit his search of that data.

Aeronautics. Even without a complete understand of any given human language, his processor landed on that topic automatically, his very programming built around it, and through the mess of Facebook feeds, Twitter updates, and other nonsense, humankind's ventures into the Earth's atmosphere unfolded before him, thousands of topics ripe for picking out and reading. Unfamiliar with human currency, he stuck to free to read e-books and information, and went straight for the source - History of Aeronautics. Simple title, plain and straight forward. There were hundreds of books on the subject, and he went with the first that looked promising.

Suddenly, Skydive was aware that he was still standing in the control room, grinning with his EMF projecting more joy than he usually let show. He'd been spaced out and forgotten where he was. Immediately retracting his show of emotion, his face became placid again and his field went flat. He'd really like his own quarters.

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((OOC: And now to clear him outta da way. :'D ....Weak post is weak. Sorry. lol))

With great relief, Skydive watched another flier approach him and greet him, the same who had accompanied Optimus Prime not too long ago. However, they hadn't been properly introduced and he nodded at her name.

"It's nice to see I'm not the only flight frame on base," he replied with a smile of his own, then to her offer, added, "I would be very grateful if you did that for me, Airazor. It's...been a long journey, and to be honest, I hadn't expected the mech I was following to be...Well."

He spared a glance back at the reunion, but only for a second.

"Rest sounds great," he concluded.

Overwhelmed by the sudden presence of so many, he looked forward to having a space to himself to rest before acquainting himself with more bots.