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["Here" being standing at the edge of one of those trenches, which Jetfire knew had openings to deeper in and deeper down, and well, there was certainly faint, cold breezes coming from there and that in itself, was very curious.

And in his still rather intoxicated state, it had been connected to "get some air" and as for the reason he was carrying Blurr? Well, it all had something to do with the worry that if he misstepped in this state and stumbled, he could very well injure the mech if they were unlucky.]

Wouldn't even... need to go very far. But there's air coming from there and I had been planning on... ah, investigating at some point. Just need to... get down there.

[Another thoughtful squint and Jetfire flexed his wings up and down, and maybe if someone had managed to convince him not to attach the boosters and wings before he and Blurr left his lab, he'd have chosen another direction.

But he was rather sure he should be able to fly now. Reasonably sure, anyway.]

[Wing is still trying to figure out how this got so out of hand. At first it was just, 'Let's make sure he doesn't hurt himself or embarrass himself on the Link.' That somehow evolved to this... which was starting to look dangerously like a misadventure.]

[He'd managed to wiggle loose of Jetfire's grasp but was concerned for Blurr and whatever the larger jet had planned...]

Ah, Jetfire? What are you planning? Are you certain this is a good idea?

[It's not so much where the mech intends to go...it's more flying period that is Wing's first concern.]

[If Jetfire voiced those worries before grabbing Blurr the racer would have told him that he was fast enough to get otu of Jetfire's way in case he misstepped. Now he kept quiet because he didn't want to upset his friend further and, in all honestly, being carried around wasn't all that bad. He just feel like an over-sized doll.

What really worried him was the fact that Jetfire looked very interested in going underground. That made Blurr squirm and then gave Wing a wary look. the last time he found himself in a cave (thanks Cliffjumper) a tentacle monster tried to kill him.]

[Nothing ventured, nothing gained, and the best discoveries clearly came from misadventures!]

I was... thinking. Since Blurr said we should go out for air... and I'd been planning on exploring where the air that comes out from those crevices set in the trench's walls come from it seemed like... it would work together very well.

[See? Very logical.]

Just need to be... careful when going down there... I'll make sure you're unharmed, Blurr.

[He can't tell the squirming's for the underground portion of this venture, but he sounds absolutely serious as there's a skippy little rev of his engines before everything powers up smoothly and... well. He rises slightly wobbly up in the air but he... actually flies a lot more controlled and straight than he walked up to the trench.

Come on Wing. It'll be an dventure!]

[Oh, what was that blasted idiot doing?! Starscream creeped along what he considered was a "safe" distance.

Finding Jetfire hadn't been the hard part (he had his ways, you know). The hard part ... was deciding what to do now that he was following him and his merry band.

This was just ridiculous.

Slightly amusing, but still ridiculous.]

If it was really necessary, Wing could likely subdue the scientist physically. But Jetfire isn't harming anyone and by the looks of it, functions better in the air than on the ground anyway. Oh, this is going to be interesting indeed.

Wing returns Blurr's look and adds some reassurance. "I'll be right beside you then," he says, more to Blurr than Jetfire. At least he can intercept should Blurr take an unexpected trip...

"That, admittedly, is a good idea..." He's feeling his curiosity piqued now. "Though, maybe some preparation might have been in order. But I suppose you may have thought of that too." Given the booster pack addition... Wing is rather wishing he'd fully refueled however.

The fold flight panels on his back spread as his engines spin up out of idle. He makes sure to stay close, but not too close, as he follows after Jetfire and Blurr.

T-thanks Jetfire THAT'S very reassuring. [Not really but he's was not going to complain. In all honestly, Blurr always dreamed to fly, but he didn't want to do it when falling to a painful death was such a possibility. He gave Wing a grateful look.]

Sowearejsutgoignto...go down there?

Preparations, Wing? You're thinking the drunk scientists had thought or time to prepare? It might further unnerve Wing if he knew that the booster pack was simply necessecary; Jetfires's wings was attached to them and hooked and wired into his frame that way, and thus the presence of the boosters wasn't any proof of foresight, just the ability to fly.

"We shouldn't go... too far, of course. If there's nothing... ah, nothing obvious after a joor, perhaps we should consider heading back." There was a faint frown on Jetfire's faceplates as he spoke. "Given the strength of the air pressure and the breeze, if... if it takes longer than that to find the source... it's deep enough a proper... er, expedition would be needed."

While he flew slowly, the difference between the steady, measured flight and the moment he landed on the ledge that led into the tunnel or gorge where there was, indeed, a faintly warm, fresh breeze coming from, was obvious. Luckily, Jetfire caught himself against the wall as he wobbled slightly and then, apparently realising he was still holding Blurr, finally put the mech down.

"... Didn't expect to be able to... to fly better than I'm walking while overcharged..." The mutter was more of a personal note as he carefully moved further inside to give Wing the space he needed to land.

Blurr is a real trooper to put up with this. It's starting to be almost comical, though Wing does his best not to laugh.

"So this is just a cursory inspection?" Okay, that sounds more sensible. "With the side benefit of satisfying our curiosity, yes?"

Wing gets where Jetfire is going with this. He likes exploring, so it's not hard to win him over either.

He laughs softly, "I suppose that means you're more at home in the air then on the ground. Not a bad thing." He strides forward a few steps. "So where do you suppose this goes? Fresh air but...warm."

He didn't want to complain and make Jetfire feel bad, the bigger mech clearly meant all that carrying as a friendly act. Blurr was happy to have his wheels on the ground again, specially after that not so perfect landing that left his spark beating like crazy in his chest.

"Thanks_Jetfire it was nice ^{of you to}carry me." He moved away from the fliers rather wobbly until he found the wall and could lean against it.

Blurr should get a medal really.

"I... ah, apolo... gise if that was uncomfortable in any way. And yes, a cursory exploration. Nothing too deep or far, if this turns out to be... something unexpected." Well, that had sounded more elegant in his head, but considering his state, he knew it could be worse.

Frowning down the vaguely seen winding corridor, Jetfire slowly shook his helm - mostly so he wouldn't pitch over.

"That is... quite reassuring in fact, yes. And considering all the... the functions that ought to... or maybe. Maybe will be present once Cybertron has finished... ah... forming? developing? transforming?" Jetfire paused, frowning as he started down the corridor, getting stuck temporarily on the word to use regarding the changes this Cybertron was very clearly doing even day-today.

"Ahh... well, er. Considering the changes that can be... seen, I would guess there might be some mechanism that either needs air and is... ex... expelling waste air. Or this is unused air going somewhere else. I wouldn't want to make an... er, too firm guess. Are you all right, Blurr?" Jetfire didn't really stop as he asked, but he did turn around.

And continiued to slowly walk, backwards and considering his still very much overcharged state it was something of a miracle that he remained upright and mobile.

"You feeling okay?" Wing moves over to Blurr and offers a tentative hand to the other mech, a little uncertain since this is one of the first times they've been around each other since...yeah. He doesn't press, in case the blue bot would prefer polite refusal, but it's there in case Blurr wants a steady arm as they follow after Jetfire.

"That's true, we've seen none of the inner workings of this world. Given what we know about our own...there must be some." Wing muses, picking up Jetfire's thread. "But at this early stage who knows what they are?"

He will be okay in a moment, when his processor stops showing him warnings about what could have happened to his system and frame if he were dropped from such high altitude. He shakes his head and looks at the hand, surprised. Blurr's still feeling awkward around Wing but he takes the hand with a small smile. "I will be in a mo-men-t..thank you. AND I'm fine Jetfire don't worry about me."

Oh right, they were talking about exploring. "I guess _{giving it} a look won't hurt."

Pausing long enough to let the other two start moving again, Jetfire has to lean against the wall now that he's standing still.

"That's good. I ah, hadn't actually planned on... er, picking you up. But it seemed safer." That was really directed towards both Wing and Blurr as gave them a somewhat unfocused smile and then started walking again.

"... It's highly possible those workings haven't... formed yet, or much, considering the... ah, state on the surface. Nonetheless it would be interesting to see if we could... find anything." Jetfire tilted his helm as he considered a branching in their current corridor, and then decided for the left-hand one.

Had he been sober, he'd have had some calculations and scans running to map how far they were going and in what direction from where they entered, but as he wasn't, he'd forgotten about that.

Wing remains gentle and patient with Blurr, never pressing but always willing to help. "It could be fun! And potentially beneficial, depending on what we find." He's just going to enable you to come with Blurr. Because if you want to go back then you have to be carried by Wing, which leaves Jetfire alone.

Plus...there's adventure waiting...

"In the end it worked out. And was rather efficient considering..." Considering how slowly walking down the hall was going anyway. Now that they're here, Wing's curiosity is piqued, and keeps craning his neck down the hall.

"I think that idea fascinates me more, the potential for seeing mid-development. I didn't really get to explore much, before the war." When he was so much younger with his head in far off places.

Wing would consider mapping...if he wasn't so distracted by, well, everything.

He will be better in a few nanocklicks, being close to the ground does wonders to his nerves. NO Wing NO...thanks but no more flying. he agrees because eh realizes the same thing, and leaving Jetfire alone overcharged as eh is it's a bad idea.

"Perhaps _{we can find more food for} the organics they are having REAL PROBLEMS with that." Ah Wing, you are so cute. Blurr had enough exploring for a lifetime, but he enjoys those He glances at Jetfire from time to time, concerned.

"I'm unsure there would be suitable organic food... underground?" Jetfire didn't even sound sure of himself as he turned around to walk facing forward, now that both Wing and Blurr were moving again.

He didn't really know enough about humans to tell where they could get their food, and as of yet, there was just the fledgling garden, the Junk Pile and...

"But, ah... maybe you could... could check the buildings scattered around the quadrants, near the temples? I'm unsure, but some of them look like they might be human-sized... or they might have things sized for humans inside..." Trailing off for a bare moment, Jetfire frowned as he reached out a hand to curiously follow the texture of the wall as they walked along it.

"My curiosity for this is, like yours, Wing, partly because there wasn't much possibility before the war... The Council had... mmm, had cordoned off and forbidden exploration of a great many areas, and you required premission to a great many others..."

"No, I suppose not. Not here on Cybertron? But maybe other resources that are useful?"

He's just guessing, since there seems to be next to nothing organic on this fledgling Cybertron save what came from the Lambda.

"Really?" Wing hasn't actually investigated said buildings, though he'd seen them from the air. "It might be a bit of a trick, exploring them if they are human-sized..."

Wing nods at Jetfire's words. "Yes, few got to explore if it wasn't related to your function."

"Those buildings always MAKE me wonder why some of them are small or as-Jetfire-said- human sized." Blurr wonders who lived here before the FirstForged arrived.

"Don't worry Wing I can fit in MOST of them."

"If we could simply shake the effect of the... the Lamdba to be able to explore other planets, we would have more... er, more possibility of gathering resources, though with a lack of... of transwarp it might take too long either way." Jetfire is, by now, nearly completely steady as he walks, even if he's still trailing a hand along the wall...

And throwing glances behind them, every now and then, still slightly overly-bright optics narrowing as he does so.

"I believe that there's been mention of other... er, other "refugees" before us. We're not... the first of those to come through the Lambda." Jetfire frowns, having sobered up enough by now to realise the slight effect it still has on his speech, and somewhat annoyed by it.

"The presence of the buildings, but yet relative lack of... er, of development, even giving a reasonable length of time, would suggest that while whatever number... of non-natives were here before us had time to build, they were neither a large group, nor here long enough to make more of an... impression." He cast another frown behind them, and then just shook his helm and continued walking, following that faint breeze and starting to consider that since it hadn't gotten stronger, the possibility that it might be further away than expected was getting stronger as well.

"Wow, that would be pretty amazing. I...kind of always wanted to explore space." But that was a long, long time ago, when his dreams were bigger and further away. "I don't know if we'll ever escape the Lambda though."

Wing's flight panels shuffle slightly, a bit of agitation seeping into him. It must be the underground, enclosed space. He frowns, and tries to focus on something else. He's a little too agitated to notice Jetfire's attention constantly being drawn behind them, so far at least.

"Yes I'd heard that too. But it makes me wonder...where did they go?" Can we say...creepy?

"That's good Blurr, because I don't think I could." Have you see them number of pointy objects on this mech?

"If we could shake the effect_{of the Lamdba to be able to explore other planets}I'm quite sure many people would leave and never come back DO YOU think the FirstForget would agree to it? They do need help to defeat Unicron."

Blurr mused, more to himself than the others. There was nothing for him back at home and he explored the different galaxies so often that he wasn't all that unhappy in this new cybertron.

"Perhaps Unicron sent monsters after them." Those poor natives, who knows what really happened. "One of the only advantages of being small." He gives Wing a smile.

"It shouldn't be impossible, since it's about neutralising the effect that works like a... er, forcefield around Cybertron and extending from the Lambda... And perhaps they would, but I don't think all of us would... or even leave indefinitely. This isn't our reality after all," Jetfire conceded Blurr's point with a nod, frown deepening momentarily and then lighting.

"But they were alone before we came, as there were none left from the previous wave, so I don't think the Firstforged would... necessarily stop us... I assume they might all either have been pulled back home, hopefully, or maybe pulled to the Badlands. We have... have proof that can happen even with the glyphs we possess." Jetfire paused momentarily to consider the intersection they stood at, noting that two of them both had the brush of air they'd been following coming from them.

Also...

"... Are you, er... all right, Wing?" He was sober enough to have noticed the flyer's... twitichiness.

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Blurr is all @_@ the world's spinning

/pats Blurr

Blurr honey you should take flier rides more often. /shot

HA HA ...........;_; he is very happy with the ground, thanks.

Aw, come on Blurr~ You know you want to go flying!

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Flying yes...under his own conditions and he also demands a parachute, thanks.

Blurr, they wouldn't drop you!

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omfg I missed this /)_(\ I'm really sorry guys

It's okay~!

<3!

thanks guys ♥

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Blurr is all @_@ the world's spinning

/pats Blurr

Blurr honey you should take flier rides more often. /shot

HA HA ...........;_; he is very happy with the ground, thanks.

Aw, come on Blurr~ You know you want to go flying!

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Flying yes...under his own conditions and he also demands a parachute, thanks.

Blurr, they wouldn't *drop you*!

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omfg I missed this /)_(\ I'm really sorry guys

It's okay~!

<3!

thanks guys ♥

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Blurr, they wouldn't drop you!