A warm look as his hand settles over Drift's, grateful for the support. "Thank you." No repeats allowed. It goes unspoken but they both know it.
Wing's optics cast about the varied crowd of mostly strangers. An impressive force, but only unified under the banner of necessity.
"It's new, for me. This," he gestures to the gathering combatants, "I'm used to fighting in a close knit, structured group." It's different, when you know every mech with you has your back. When you've strategized together and executed successful missions. The Knights of the Circle made that easy, trust and faith coming readily regardless of how well--or how little---they knew each other. But it'd been a long time since their rescue and recovery forays on Cybertron, fending off battlefield scavengers or deadly airborne games of cat-and-mouse.
Wing knows has to adapt. And here, in this, it's likely adapt or die.
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Wing's optics cast about the varied crowd of mostly strangers. An impressive force, but only unified under the banner of necessity.
"It's new, for me. This," he gestures to the gathering combatants, "I'm used to fighting in a close knit, structured group." It's different, when you know every mech with you has your back. When you've strategized together and executed successful missions. The Knights of the Circle made that easy, trust and faith coming readily regardless of how well--or how little---they knew each other. But it'd been a long time since their rescue and recovery forays on Cybertron, fending off battlefield scavengers or deadly airborne games of cat-and-mouse.
Wing knows has to adapt. And here, in this, it's likely adapt or die.