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He pierced the clouds like a bullet, cutting his engines as a familiar yet brief silence washed over him. He could feel the way his metal frame floated for only a moment, drawing deep the chill air and savouring in the way it filtered through his intake.
He didn’t dare look down, however.
With optics closing as he leaned back, he plummeted headfirst towards the Earth. The air rushing by was deafening, but still he did not look. He had a feeling, one that he trusted, and would always put to the test.
At quite possibly the last second, he kicked his engines into full power. Flaring his wings just slightly from his back struts, he threw out his arms and opened his optics. Welcomed by a raging river coursing through a massive ravine, Silverbolt focused as the cold mist felt like a million tiny needles upon his plating.
He was only feet above the water, jets spitting fire, kicking up a wake as he navigated the stretch of the ravine. He let his fingers briefly graze the top of the water, a momentary pleasure which helped him to know he wasn’t flying so high anymore.
However, the purpose of this flight was not only an escapade, but to help conquer his fears.
With narrowed optics and a fresh determination, he angled his wings to skyrocket him upwards while pushing into full afterburner. Just as he darted down just before, he shot up with impressive speed before slowing to hover in place above the layer of puffy white.
Looking out at the clouds which painted the blue of the sky, he smiled. He even glanced down for a moment, despite the fact it made his processor spin and spark tense. Progress, he reminded himself, no matter how small— was good.
At last, transforming into his alt mode, he was able to shift his focus to his navigation systems. He’d watch that instead while he flew, to keep his mind off of the gap between him and the ground below. After the excursion he just had, he figured he’d allow himself this crutch.
He’d only hoped now that upon returning to base the other Aerialbots hadn’t gotten into too much trouble. Though, after his reprieve, he was certain to return to some sort of shenanigans from his fellow fliers…