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The wind on the balcony Perceptor finds himself on is a little brisk still from the last vestiges of that polar Cyclone that they blessedly slept through. The sky, however, is now clear and a crisp beautiful blue that is swiftly fading to dusk. Strata used to love this time of the day, when the thermals were just starting to fade, the stars just

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[lavender_wings]

Steadfast is herself the colour of dusk, and so she seems to melt smoothly into the sky. There is no hurry in her flight - she isn't eager to give up the chill evening air that feels so soothing against her wings. She needs that solace now, after that talk with Starscream.

And so it is that upon her arrival, she doesn't seek to go inside, instead descending towards a balcony with the intent to use that place for spending some more time in solitude.

Unfortunately, or perhaps serendipitously, someone else had the same idea.

[schrodingersbot]

As the sound of Seeker engines reaches his ears, Perceptor strains his eyes, searching the darkening sky, wondering if this time he actually has managed to call his daughters back to him.

It is with disappointment and trepidation that he finally makes out Steadfast's form in the gloom. He pulls the blanket tighter around himself as he stares up at her.

[lavender_wings]

Steadfast transforms and lands next to him on the balcony, a tall shadow in the half-dark. Only her optics stand out clearly, and those red optics are now looking down at the scientist. "Perceptor..."

She lets the name hang in the cool air before adding, "We need to talk." '...and you know exactly about what, don't you?' is the unspoken part held in the way her ember gaze bores down at him.

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Perceptor cannot help the pure, visceral reaction of Steadfast's intent stare. Those crimson optics glaring out of the deepening shadows make him fall back a pace, clutching at the blanket around his shoulders. He is very much aware that he is small, frail, and human, and she is a fully trained and quite efficiently deadly Decepticon warrior.

This is not the fluttering panic - although he can feel it simmering deep down, waiting to strike as well. This is just the pure, uncomplicated fear of a very small prey creature staring at the menacing eyes of a very large, malevelant predator.

"Steadfast. Ratchet indicated as much," Perceptor answers, proud that his voice only wavers a little.