It was a remarkably calm few weeks after that, and Cliffjumper did try once or twice to meditate, but he could never quite get it right. Apparently sitting next to Mirage had both helped the process and hindered him personally, considering his... feelings, for the mech.
But as the days passed, Cliffjumper (and quite a few others) got more and more twitchy, since why weren't the Decepticons doing anything?!
The first reports of a strange, but clearly cybertronian ship being noted as having spacebridged into the solar system on the dark side of the moon got everybody on high alert, and Cliffjumper had hissed to Bumblebee that he knew it...
And then a shuttle had approached their crashsite in full view and formally requesting landing permission. Considering the fact that another shuttle had been noted to fly off towards the Nemesis' crash site in the Atlantic, Cliffjumper was of the opinion it was incredibly fragging dumb to trust whoever they were.
It must be a trap!
Decepticon spies, whatever!
The mechs - because they were Cybertronians, that stepped out of the shuttle and were welcomed by Prime and the command looked... odd, Cliffjumper thought where he stood with Bumblebee, Beachcomber and Windcharger among the others gathered for the landing - both from curiosity and readiness to fight if necessary.
It took a moment to realise that it was because they looked... soft.
Unworn.
They hadn't spent however long in battle, that was it, and it grated for some reason he couldn't put his finger on.
"This is a trap," Cliffjumper muttered as he and the others wandered off to get some energon while the strange cybertronians retreated with Prime and command elsewhere.
Bee just rolled his optics and patted his shoulder.
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Date: 2014-11-18 12:42 am (UTC)But as the days passed, Cliffjumper (and quite a few others) got more and more twitchy, since why weren't the Decepticons doing anything?!
The first reports of a strange, but clearly cybertronian ship being noted as having spacebridged into the solar system on the dark side of the moon got everybody on high alert, and Cliffjumper had hissed to Bumblebee that he knew it...
And then a shuttle had approached their crashsite in full view and formally requesting landing permission. Considering the fact that another shuttle had been noted to fly off towards the Nemesis' crash site in the Atlantic, Cliffjumper was of the opinion it was incredibly fragging dumb to trust whoever they were.
It must be a trap!
Decepticon spies, whatever!
The mechs - because they were Cybertronians, that stepped out of the shuttle and were welcomed by Prime and the command looked... odd, Cliffjumper thought where he stood with Bumblebee, Beachcomber and Windcharger among the others gathered for the landing - both from curiosity and readiness to fight if necessary.
It took a moment to realise that it was because they looked... soft.
Unworn.
They hadn't spent however long in battle, that was it, and it grated for some reason he couldn't put his finger on.
"This is a trap," Cliffjumper muttered as he and the others wandered off to get some energon while the strange cybertronians retreated with Prime and command elsewhere.
Bee just rolled his optics and patted his shoulder.