There is a fullstasis board set up in Jetstorm's cell. He had gone and retrieved it from Skydive's quarters, the local Skydive, at his own Skydive's request
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Starscream tap-taps on the frame of the entryway to Jetstorm's cell. It's not that Starscream has suddenly been overcome with good manners or consideration for others; oh no, not him. Millions of years as a Decepticon has taught him that simple prudence dictates that you not rush into the private quarters of violent, unstable, immensely powerful mechs without some warning. They might misinterpret your intentions, otherwise.
Jetstorm glances up from his fullstasis game. Skydive seems to be winning, with his Starscream ready to take out Optimus Prime. Prowl and Ironhide are already off the board.
"That," Starscream tilts his head slightly, "is up to you lot. Ratchet is almost done with Air Raid's new body; the rest are ready. I believe Ratchet is summoning Auspex now."
He glances at the four bodiless Aerialcrons and looks at Jetstorm. "Who goes first? Mind you, it's a completely novel procedure--and I'm still hoping you can give me some guidance on what you did with their sparks, Jetstorm--so first come, first surprised by whatever we didn't anticipate."
He straightens up slightly. "Jetstorm, come on out and bring your brothers. This surgery will probably affect you just as drastically as it does them."
That did make sense. All of what Starscream said, but most importantly that it would affect Jetstorm as much as it would his brothers. No longer having them with him wherever he goes, no longer having them inside of his head, holding up walls of sanity when his break down...
And with bodies, his brothers would finally get a chance to express their opinions about what he did in ways he can't ignore.
This was going to get messy, he was quite sure.
The Aerialcrons, on the other hand, are very excited. Bodies! Hands! Guns!
"I'm first," Air Raid, Slingshot, and Fireflight declare more or less simulataneously.
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Starscream tap-taps on the frame of the entryway to Jetstorm's cell. It's not that Starscream has suddenly been overcome with good manners or consideration for others; oh no, not him. Millions of years as a Decepticon has taught him that simple prudence dictates that you not rush into the private quarters of violent, unstable, immensely powerful mechs without some warning. They might misinterpret your intentions, otherwise.
"Jetstorm?"
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"Starscream."
Fireflight's optics brighten. "Is it time?"
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He glances at the four bodiless Aerialcrons and looks at Jetstorm. "Who goes first? Mind you, it's a completely novel procedure--and I'm still hoping you can give me some guidance on what you did with their sparks, Jetstorm--so first come, first surprised by whatever we didn't anticipate."
He straightens up slightly. "Jetstorm, come on out and bring your brothers. This surgery will probably affect you just as drastically as it does them."
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And with bodies, his brothers would finally get a chance to express their opinions about what he did in ways he can't ignore.
This was going to get messy, he was quite sure.
The Aerialcrons, on the other hand, are very excited. Bodies! Hands! Guns!
"I'm first," Air Raid, Slingshot, and Fireflight declare more or less simulataneously.
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