Ep0.5- Catastrophe and Remedy {closed}

[sunstreaker]

It had been hours since Sideswipe had offered up his tentative apology and Sunstreaker had yet to respond to his brother with anything other than a flat glare. At first, he’d been utterly livid. The bulkheads across from the supply room and the lacerated mural next to the room could attest to that. He wasn’t even angry now while they worked in silent tandem, stripping Jazz’s wreck for parts to patch up the POS. All Sunny was was cold. And he didn’t want to talk to his brother about this until he could muster up something like an actual emotion. Being this empty in the wake of everything was just asking for trouble that they just didn’t have time for right now.

There was no way the POS was going to be returned to anything approaching its former, well glory was too strong a word, stature maybe? Warcry had blown the slag out of the thing and it had barely made the trip to Siberia. The other end of the continent; cold, isolated, and hopefully the last place the Decepticons would be looking for the infamous Twin Traitors.

Sunny could feel that all of this was wearing on his brother as much as it was him, but that didn’t make it any easier to accept. It was all the Super Veloce could think of as another of those long looks was cast upon his unwontedly solemn twin as he set a last case of parts in the snow before going to help the other bot pull heat shielding off the hull.

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Sideswipe had finished weakening the molecular bonds and bolting holding the heat shields in place. Jazz’s shuttle had taken a hell of a beating on entry and it would never move again, but there were still enough parts in the thing to be of use to them. The Roadster had briefly clambered into the cockpit to strip and gut it for its internal circuitry and its transformative adapter unit and sat there in the seat for a moment, slumped there, head pressed into back of the seat where Jazz’s slight frame had pressed and worn the padding into a negative impression of his body. He imagined being alone for a kilk, the universe spinning out black and silent and promptly stopped imagining.

He kicked his pedes up against the dash for a minute, closing his optics, wondering if the saboteur was back with the Bots before getting up and finishing his work. By the time Sunstreaker moved back to his side, he was working the seams loose on the exterior plating and could not be bothered just then to glare. They didn’t have time for a fraternal snarling match. They needed this shuttle’s extra shielding components to mask their core energy bleed before the Cons got the spare time to come hunting for them like Warcry had. It wasn’t like a frequency trace, which Soundwave could do. An energy bleed required a mech with audios and optics and a scanner out and looking. Like Warcry.

They’d kept off Decepticons radar proper but a stray mech looking – that got them.

“Get the other edge,” he grunted, fingers curling around the sideseam of a quarter panel.