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[Aug. 28] [Transformers] Uses for Wingmates
Title: Uses for Wingmates
Day/Theme: Aug. 28 'In sorrow to be here again, I am loving you.'
Series: G1 Transformers
Pairing: Ramjet/Thrust
Rating: PG
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"What did you do to Blitzwing?" Ramjet asked, digging a finger into one of the cracks in his armor. He sat on the edge of a short cliff, legs dangling almost into the water. "I have not seen him that angry in years."
Thrust hovered in front of him, in robot-mode so he could have hands to work on his wingmate's injuries. Earth winds slithered over his armor like an alien-scented carress. The red jet let his VTOL turbines spin slowly. "How was I supposed to know he was having problems with Catechism?"
Ramjet shrugged and wiggled a pair of loose wires in his arm. "You were lucky I was there to protect you."
"I could have taken him," Thrust protested. He didn't like Ramjet's smile while he prodded at his injuries. Masochism that went too far wasn't a high survival trait in the Decepticon Empire.
"You could not take Octane."
"Hey!" Thrust flipped his cone back in protest. "Of course I can take Octane! Macabre can take Octane! Bombshell can take Octane! Octane is only one of the Ten Deadliest Killers because he hangs out with Astrotrain and Blitzwing!"
Ramjet frowned. "Put your cone back up. You look like Thundercracker switched colors."
Thrust grinned. "Maybe I should get Scrapper to adjust it. Hear all the rookies go wild for the flathead elites back on Cybertron. Score a pretty piece of tailfin from the Mayhems, maybe."
Ramjet growled, optics flashing like knives in the dark. "No."
"Lighten up, Ramjet. It was just a joke." Okay, so Thrust just knew when not to push things with his wingmates. His cone slid back and settled over his helm; a soft hiss sounded as sealed around his head.
Ramjet's growl took on a different tone, and his smile got a little less twisted.
Oh-oh. Thrust knew that expression. "Ramjet, you just saved me from Blitzwing. Let's not put on all the damage he would have-"
"It will be enjoyable." The white jet lunged off the cliff, snatching for his wingmate. Thrust yelped and transformed, kicking his thrusters up high as Ramjet snagged one of his tailfins. Circuitry scorched, and Ramjet let go with a cry before transforming himself to give chase.
Day/Theme: Aug. 28 'In sorrow to be here again, I am loving you.'
Series: G1 Transformers
Pairing: Ramjet/Thrust
Rating: PG
---
"What did you do to Blitzwing?" Ramjet asked, digging a finger into one of the cracks in his armor. He sat on the edge of a short cliff, legs dangling almost into the water. "I have not seen him that angry in years."
Thrust hovered in front of him, in robot-mode so he could have hands to work on his wingmate's injuries. Earth winds slithered over his armor like an alien-scented carress. The red jet let his VTOL turbines spin slowly. "How was I supposed to know he was having problems with Catechism?"
Ramjet shrugged and wiggled a pair of loose wires in his arm. "You were lucky I was there to protect you."
"I could have taken him," Thrust protested. He didn't like Ramjet's smile while he prodded at his injuries. Masochism that went too far wasn't a high survival trait in the Decepticon Empire.
"You could not take Octane."
"Hey!" Thrust flipped his cone back in protest. "Of course I can take Octane! Macabre can take Octane! Bombshell can take Octane! Octane is only one of the Ten Deadliest Killers because he hangs out with Astrotrain and Blitzwing!"
Ramjet frowned. "Put your cone back up. You look like Thundercracker switched colors."
Thrust grinned. "Maybe I should get Scrapper to adjust it. Hear all the rookies go wild for the flathead elites back on Cybertron. Score a pretty piece of tailfin from the Mayhems, maybe."
Ramjet growled, optics flashing like knives in the dark. "No."
"Lighten up, Ramjet. It was just a joke." Okay, so Thrust just knew when not to push things with his wingmates. His cone slid back and settled over his helm; a soft hiss sounded as sealed around his head.
Ramjet's growl took on a different tone, and his smile got a little less twisted.
Oh-oh. Thrust knew that expression. "Ramjet, you just saved me from Blitzwing. Let's not put on all the damage he would have-"
"It will be enjoyable." The white jet lunged off the cliff, snatching for his wingmate. Thrust yelped and transformed, kicking his thrusters up high as Ramjet snagged one of his tailfins. Circuitry scorched, and Ramjet let go with a cry before transforming himself to give chase.