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dontpetmeibiteRavage sort of wanted to go bounding across the tarmac toward Misfire's hangar, because Laserbeak had already flown ahead. But he also really did not want to get down on the ground, because Soundwave was carrying him, and both of them liked it that way.
He was being carried in Soundwave's arms, not his cassette box, because Ravage was not a cassette any more; he'd had that taken care of on the Lost Light, after deciding that he was going to be sure, from now on, that his decisions were all 100% his own choice.
And Soundwave had been made very sorry for giving the order that had sent Ravage to the Lost Light. Sorry enough that Ravage had had apologies of his own to make when they'd finally reunited.
But that was all behind them now.
Because they had both come to the conclusion that you couldn't be angry with someone for breaking a vow that had never been made, for a wide variety of reasons that had made perfect sense long ago, but made exactly no sense now, to the point where neither of them was sure why they hadn't just reversed all the cassette protocols that were forced on them by the Functionists anyway, and done this a few million years ago.
And here they were in this little pocket universe that Misfire had found, meaning that they didn't have to go back to the headquarters of their fractured faction, or anywhere else between Earth, Cybertron, and Primus' saintly aftbreach, until they were good and ready to deal with the absolutely immense pile of toxic radioactive scrap that Megatron had left for them to plow through.
First by defecting and disavowing the entirety of the movement, then by finding and reading Ravage's poetry without his permission, which led him to change his mind at the last minute by deciding that if Ravage was so sure his old job needed doing, Ravage could do it himself. There was going to be an announcement. There were going to be ceremonies.
Ravage was going to have to go back to the Lost Light, and wouldn't that be fun for Soundwave, since it was mostly full of people he'd met while trying to kill them, and vice versa. Fortunately, at least one of the ceremonies was going to be fun. For certain values of fun, that included being surrounded by Autobots, and Rodimus fragging Prime doubtlessly insisting on getting a word of his own in there, because he was co-captain.
"Hey Misfire, guess who's here, and guess what we decided?" Ravage called out as soon as he saw the slightest sign of movement at the hangar. He was going to be really embarrassed if that was somebody else, who was going to see him, being carried, as if he actually were a really large cat, or maybe a bride.
(Then again, if Soundwave could live with people seeing all the scratches in the paint on his back and shoulders, Ravage supposed he could live with being caught cuddling.)
"Can you guess?"
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( OOC notes, please read. )
He was being carried in Soundwave's arms, not his cassette box, because Ravage was not a cassette any more; he'd had that taken care of on the Lost Light, after deciding that he was going to be sure, from now on, that his decisions were all 100% his own choice.
And Soundwave had been made very sorry for giving the order that had sent Ravage to the Lost Light. Sorry enough that Ravage had had apologies of his own to make when they'd finally reunited.
But that was all behind them now.
Because they had both come to the conclusion that you couldn't be angry with someone for breaking a vow that had never been made, for a wide variety of reasons that had made perfect sense long ago, but made exactly no sense now, to the point where neither of them was sure why they hadn't just reversed all the cassette protocols that were forced on them by the Functionists anyway, and done this a few million years ago.
And here they were in this little pocket universe that Misfire had found, meaning that they didn't have to go back to the headquarters of their fractured faction, or anywhere else between Earth, Cybertron, and Primus' saintly aftbreach, until they were good and ready to deal with the absolutely immense pile of toxic radioactive scrap that Megatron had left for them to plow through.
First by defecting and disavowing the entirety of the movement, then by finding and reading Ravage's poetry without his permission, which led him to change his mind at the last minute by deciding that if Ravage was so sure his old job needed doing, Ravage could do it himself. There was going to be an announcement. There were going to be ceremonies.
Ravage was going to have to go back to the Lost Light, and wouldn't that be fun for Soundwave, since it was mostly full of people he'd met while trying to kill them, and vice versa. Fortunately, at least one of the ceremonies was going to be fun. For certain values of fun, that included being surrounded by Autobots, and Rodimus fragging Prime doubtlessly insisting on getting a word of his own in there, because he was co-captain.
"Hey Misfire, guess who's here, and guess what we decided?" Ravage called out as soon as he saw the slightest sign of movement at the hangar. He was going to be really embarrassed if that was somebody else, who was going to see him, being carried, as if he actually were a really large cat, or maybe a bride.
(Then again, if Soundwave could live with people seeing all the scratches in the paint on his back and shoulders, Ravage supposed he could live with being caught cuddling.)
"Can you guess?"
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( OOC notes, please read. )
