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“You all worry to much.” Blades sighs at his gestalts fret over his leave. Honestly blades is glad that he came early than the sigma team this was too embarrassing.
“You made sure all the medical supplies are up to date right?” First aid asks
Always worrying about everybot no matter who or what they are. If anyone should be worried it should be blades. With the rising tensions between the government and the autobots First aid kindness could do him more harm than good. Before I could get a word out to First aid, Groove speaks up.
“You have enough energon right? And snacks?” Groove questions with his always relaxed expression. Now, I am really glad that we are early how embarrassing. “I’m not a sparking anymore Groove! I can handle a short space mission” Again like clockwork the next bot talks over groove.
“No matter how short it is I’m worried about the people you may encounter.” streetwise say with his arms crossed with his usually serious expression “My sources tell me that this Cold War going on here is making the locals of other planets hostile to cybertronians, so best be careful ok.” He finishes by patting his servo hard on my back.
ow…
“Where did you hear that!?” Hot spot exclaims adding something to the conversation. His previous slightly nervous face is now fully grown into is current state of mind. He walks forward and puts his servos on shoulders.
“Maybe you should put this mission on hold for a bit.” Hot spot say to me with the look of a begging cyberpuppy I step out of his grasp.
“I can’t wait anymore hot spot I want to start helping bots like you guys do. I’ve waited long enough!” I
Blades exclaims with a frustrated look. Blades has been waiting for his final resus mission for what feels like forever. He was supposed to graduate with his gestalt, but with the change of blades major from general medicine to medic studies he had to do an extra stellar cycle. This is the mission that would let him final join his gestalt in graduation.
“I know I know blades…” hot spot look away with a nervous look no a worried look.
“Come on guys. I’m going on a mission not war.” Blades pouts at his brothers. Despite his annoyance he can see why his family is worried and scared for his safety. This is the only the 2nd time they have been so far apart and the first time they weere knew that he safe in a safe place and that he would be home when they returned. Blades without a word opens his sup-space and pulls out his most precious possession his roller blades. “Here. Take it.” He hands them to hot spot
“huh? Why?” Hot spot questions
“you give them to us how cute” groove says and pieces blades cheek. Blades pushes him off
“No! I’m give them to you guys to take care of while I’m gone.” Blades huffs out before anyone could say anything else blades continues “hold on to them for me and I’ll get them when I get back so don’t break them.” Blades says looking to the ground with a flush to his face.
“Aw blades. Of course we will keep them safe” first aid smiles
“yeah don’t worry about it little guy” streetwise say as he moves his arms behind his head.
“BLADES!”
A voice yells out and crashes into blades with a hug. It’s seems his team has finally arrived.
“Boulder! It’s good to see you!” Blades hugs back. As the rest of the team walk up to the ship with small greetings to the group as they walk past them to the ship.
“I see that Chase and heatwave are ready to go.” Blades jokes with boulder
“Well I am too come on let’s go!” Boulder pulls on blades arm toward the ship as blades gets pulled away he wave goodbye to his family one more time. They all wave goodbye back to blades hot spot holding his roller blade with care as he waves with one hand. Already Excited for blades graduation ceremony looking forward to their future together as defensor.