re_alignment_logs | A gift he really didn't want

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A gift he really didn't want

WHO: Cliffjumper and Blurr
WHERE: The entrance hall of Vector's temple
WHEN: around now
WHAT: flight trainiiinggg
WARNINGS: none!

Cliffjumper had been a bit slow about this. Sure, there'd been another incident here and there, but nothing as bad as getting stuck on top of a tower in Vector's temple. So he'd dragged it out and preferred to ignore it.

He had a jetpack, that was more than enough!

But, really, he couldn't just leave this, because what if something happened and he had another "incident"? Or he didn't have his jetpack... then it would be useful.

So, he'd gotten Blurr to meet him in the entrance hall - inside, limited chance of getting too far up - for some training, liking it or no.

"Ugh, okay. So what... just start thinkin' 'up' to get this started?"

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Laughing, both at Blurr's reaction and his own accomplishment, Cliffjumper shook his helm.

"I don't think about them as calculations, Blurr. I mean, sure, I noticed I suddely had a much better grasp on how long it'd take me to get places at any given speed and slag like that, but never really looked under the blasted hood of it, ya know?"

At least he had something that might help him get control of this stupid thing now, and that was good enough to him. Not that he really felt like practicing, but he'd do it.

"Ey, as long as you find a way that works for you...then that will be the right way, calculations or not." Blurr smiles and then shakes his head.

"I wonder what other thing you missed, silly bot." Then he punches him friendly on the arm. "Do you want to keep trying or you think you already hit enough walls? We can call it a day if you are tired."

"Hey, I can notice things just fine!" Cliffjumper protested with a grin and slapped Blurr right back, then took a deeper, off-cycle vent and frowned.

"... Well, I ain't too eager on doin' this, but now that I've got what might be a slaggin' grip on this thing... gimmie a movin' target for a bit." Because if he was doing this and had finally found a way that might work for him, why not go for the hardest thing around instead of just trying to cross the various distances like most would do?

Blurr gave him a 'SURE BRO' look but said nothing else, just grinned further. More so when Cliff says that last part.

"Oh I just know the best moving target possible." Blurr taps at his chest, right in the center of his Elite Guard insignia. It moves (like it moved away when their chest connected so it didn't get squished) and it *flaps* a pair of wings.

What it looked like Blurr's insignia was really the small firelizard Barricade had made specially for him. The creature turns, stretches its neck and lets out a brief 'graw' while looking at Cliffjumper.

"Do you think you could catch him?"

"What..." staring, confused at the moving insignia, Cliffjumper frowned and then his optics widened as it became clear what it actually was, "what the slag is that? I mean, I've seen the bigger ones, but none of 'em were as small as that."

Or look like one the Autobrand either, for that matter.

Frowning again, Cliffjumper considered it.

"But I don't see why I couldn't... ain't much different from endin' up chasin' you, right?"

The little dragon huffed at being called a 'that'. "Barricade made him specially for me, it's supposed to be hard to spot. He's really fast and smart, his name is Scout."

Blurr's baby is special like that. Isn't he cute? Scout flaps his wings some more and starts flying really fast around Cliffjumper.

"Well..he's much smaller and hard to catch. Good luck to you two." And with that, Scout flies away to the other side of the room.-

"Well, seems like he managed to do that, too. Fraggin' near impossible to spot," Cliffjumper said with a narrowing of his optics and a slight frown, tracking the little firelizard as it zoomed around them.

And then it flew off.

"... Come on, how the slag is that fair?" Huffing, Cliffjumper nontheless turned towards where Scout had flown off and after a moment of frowning hesitation as he considered the distance, decided to actually try and trust that strange sense he'd gained.

He flew off, overshooting Scout and that allowed the critter to fly off again.

"Slaggin'---" He wasn't going to give up though.

"That was the point." Blurr uses the dragon as a little spy or to have someone recording important conversations. It was really useful when Prowl was around.

"If someone attacks you in the air is not going to be fair either. And you like challenges."

Scout chirped and started to fly in circles, but not moving from his new spot in mid air, waiting for Cliff to catch up on him.

"Yeah, it won't," with a huff, Cliffjumper turned around and aimed at Scout with a frown, "but if I got attacked in the smeltin' air, I'd land as soon as I could."

Letting out a loud static sigh - because he did like challenges, he flew off at Scout again, trying to shift his "destination" in mind (and the time it'd take to get there) from Scout's location, to the little firelizard himself.

That, however, gave Cliffjumper something of a processor ache and his speed sputtered until he hung in the air a short bit short of Scout. Okay, that wouldn't work yet.

"This remind me when you were teaching me how to fire." Remember all those times he failed or fell on his ass? Yep, good memories. Learning is painful sometimes.

However, even the little dragon can tell the red mech is trying. he flies over to Cliffjumper until he's an arm's reach. "Chirp!"

"That ain't the same thing at all!" Cliffjumper huffed, briefly whirling around to point at Blurr before he turned back in the direction he'd been going, "'cause you chose to learn that. None of us chose this."

Not really angry, just exasperatedly amused. Blurr chose to do it to himself, and Cliffjumper hadn't laughed too much now had he? This, however, simply had to be dealt with and learned. It wasn't like he could choose to deactivate it or something like that.

Reluctantly, he smiled as Scout flew close and he could touch the little firelizard, and he shook his helm.

"Ya know this ain't gonna help me learn, even if the thought's nice."

"Learning is learning, is never easy. I know you didn't choose it but since you can't get rid of it either might as well take advantage of it."

Blurr easily moves on the air and next to his two boys. Scout chirps, flies over him and jumps over his arm. Then he runs up all the way until he's perched on top of one of Blurr's pointy shoulders.

"He likes you, you know. Do you want to try to chase me instead?"

"Don't try to be fraggin' smart about it," Cliffjumper said with a snort and pointed at Blurr, optics briefly narrowing for effect. Then he had to crack a lopsided grin at the way Scout moved up along along Blurr's arm to perch.

"Not sure how he can come to that judgement that quickly," rolling his optics, he nodded, "might as well. If I get a handle on this, I might be able to catch him."

Right now, though, that was a bit too hard for him.

"I am an intelligent Agent, Cliff." Blurr starts, trying to look serious and professional and not laugh, something he wants to do. "Being a smartass is what we do best."

Scout likes to watch things from there when he's not latched to Blurr's chest. There's good views. "Do you realize that he knows you, right? I had him for a long time now and he's been acting as my insignia for months. Scout knows we are friend so he likes you too."

"I thought what ya do best is supposed to be gatherin' intelligence and slag." Shaking his helm, Cliffjumper stared from Blurr to the little firelizard when Blurr pointed out how long the critter would have been able to observe and grimaced.

"He's... Right. Why didn't ya say somethin'?" It's just a harmless little firelizard, but it still made him feel annoyed. He wasn't even sure why. Not that he got overly defensive about it, but there was a huff at the end of the question.

"Well how do you think we became so smart in the first place? We already done that. All the intelligence gathered. That's why some people has so few left." He was still trying to keep a poker face but the corner of his lips twitched at that last statement.

"It didn't seemed important at the time. You never seemed to worry about me bringing Frank along so I thought this was no different." Blurr wasn't so bold or clueless as to not notice the annoyance. The humor in his face disappeared. "Sorry,I guess I should have told you sooner."

"Very funny," with a snort, definitely amused, Cliffjumper shrugged and glanced away, frowning, "I knew he was there, ya know? I don't mind it, I'd just have liked to know. Even if it's just a pet or whatever, it's the fact that he's basically... disguised."

It might be overreacting, but he couldn't help it. At least he wasn't throwing out an accusation of spying, because honestly that could have happened! But there's not many (any) Blurr would be spying for here, and, well... Scout is still stuck on his chestplates, so he's not seeing anything Blurr isn't.

So Cliffjumper just feels vaguely annoyed.

Scout knew they were talking about him and they didn't sound too happy. The fire lizard chirping softly and run down the shoulder again. Then he flied to Blurr's chest, sat on his usual spot and stood still, the colors of his back resembling the Elite Guard insignia. Blurr could tell that the little guy got upset too.

"I know it probably doesn't help but I only told another person before you and that's because we were talking about security. Scout was created so I could have back up when I needed it."

And thus a situation like the one he had to face with Longarm-Shockwave could be avoided. Even if Blurr got captured or hurt, the little robot dragon could fly away unnoticed and warn others. "I'm sorry I upset you, Cliffjumper."

Rubbing a hand over his faceplate, Cliffjumper grumbled.

"It doesn't really, but whatever. Done's done. And it's kinda cute, I guess," Cliffjumper said as he dropped his hand and shook his helm, "and back-up's good, even if it's just of the 'go tell people' kind."

He'd apologise, but well. Cliffjumper had issues with that sometimes, and especially when it came to the thing with spies and disguises and whatever else.

Blurr didn't buy that Cliffjumper wasn't really annoyed but he let it gone. Blurr fidgeted in the air, nervous as ever. "That's good enough when things go really wrong."

The soy part Blurr can't help it but he understands the disdain for disguises.

"Yeah, it is," with a grin, Cliffjumper nodded and managed to float over, clapping a hand to Blurr's left shoulder kibble, "that's good, really." because it was even if he didn't like not having been told Blurr had something like that hanging around on his person.

"If nothin' else, if we get into trouble again sometime, maybe it can go get help, huh?"

Since Scout was tiny and could fly, he'd have far easier of a time getting away from places than either of them would have if something did go wrong.

"Thanks." It doesn't reach his optics his time but he gives Cliffjumper a small smile in return.

"Are you planning another trip close to dangerous places?" Count him in, they haven't had one of those in some time.

Slowly floating around Blurr, Cliffjumper shakes his helm with a snort.

"Plannin'? Nah. But you never know what happens and all that, and like this, with everything we're at least more prepared, seems like." Which is really nice compared to when they got stuck in that deathtrap.

If either of them had been capable of flying like this back then, things would've been far easier.

"We are. I don't pass out anymore when I try to do youknowwhat." Definitely an improvement, now he can stop his own time without worrying. When it comes to stop others, though...it's a different story.

At the reminder of that, Cliffjumper grimaced.

"Good. Least that ain't gonna mess with you if you need to use it, but that's kinda creepy, really. Useful, but creepy." At least being able to fly wasn't creepy. It was just... inexplicable flying.

Just because he didn't like being in the air like this didn't mean it was creepy.

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