[From Cyclonus's journal
here.]
*on the bridge of the Dis, absent-mindedly with an arm around Dreadboots to reassure her* *one optic and audial monitoring the copilot's station, but mostly just watching Galvatron, watching the console lights throw shadows across his proud, fiercely set features, watching those strong fingers move with caressing sureness over throttle and rudder controls, the dart of crimson optics from readouts to gauges to viewscreens and back again* *Galvatron is good, and he knows he's good, and he isn't giving this mission anything less than all he has, and it's more than worth watching...*
/...*kzzk*.../
*jumps and turns to the comm array* Say again? Who is that?
/Repeat: ...*kzzk*... is Cyclonus... *kzzk*... Dis... ody...?/
*yelps out loud* *frantic fiddling with the gain and the boosters* Cyclonus? Scourge here, where are you? *turns to Galvatron* Mighty Galvatron, listen! It's Cyclonus!
*optics brighten, brow ridges draw together* *flexes claws, looking suddenly a lot braver and a lot more dangerous than he did a minute ago*