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He was getting too old for this shit.
"Primus, curse this fragen sand." Jetfire cursed at the coarse grains as they ground into his energon deprived, damaged frame.
His optics' were trained on the already heated battle. The earth shattering tremors and explosions of sand, dust and fire served to remind the SR-71 Blackbird of his mission; get to the Prime and assist in killing the Fallen. That was until more of the deserts sand began to lodge itself deeper in the cracked and rusted areas of his bipedal mode.
He reiterated himself; he was getting way too old for this shit.