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You've reached Autobot Tracks!
I'm out cruising right now, but leave a message and I'll get back to you!

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[Clearing the side of the ship, they're under the bottom of the ship's bulk now. The noise of Needlenose's engine rumbling can't travel through the void.]

With your war coming to Earth?

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Yes! It's almost strange, how much it shook up the war, but I suppose that's the sort of thing that happens once you venture into the unknown. You never know what'll happen out there.

[ Tracks is still doing his best to keep up, but this is quite a workout. It's been a while since he's had so much space to fly in. He might be lagging behind a little. ]

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Earth's a strange planet. [When he notices after a few moments that Tracks's speed is dropping, Needlenose starts to slow down.]

Speaking of trying out the unknown, how are you holding up with the zero gravity?

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[ There's a laugh. Well, Tracks won't contest that.

At the question, he waggles his wings a little. ]

Well, I'll admit it's been a while since I've done this much flying... Primus, I'm out of practice. But this has been really nice. Thank you for coming along with me, Needlenose.

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[Needlenose makes an acknowledging noise in his vocalizer, over the music in the background.] Let's call it good here and make it back to the hanger before you seriously start to tire yourself out. No need to push yourself past your limits for a test flight.

[He slows down further.] ... You're welcome.

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Alright. But you'll do this again with me next time, right?

[ He spins lazily, then after he steadies he gently taps Needlenose's wing with his own. Just felt like the affectionate thing to do. Primus knows Powerglide often did the same with Tracks. ]

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[Not unfamiliar with past mid-air roughhousing, Needlenose accepts the tap amiably, then bumps Tracks back with his wing. (Which, being bigger, probably bumps Tracks' main body and not Tracks' wing.)]

[Mock thoughtful tone:]

I don't know, Tracks, my schedule is really packed... [Blatantly not true, since Needlenose doesn't have a job assignment on the ship.]

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[ Tracks wobbles a little with a small 'oof!' at the attempted return tap, but he's quick to recover with a laugh. He'll do another tap of his own at the joke, playfully huffing.

When he speaks, he's absolutely trying to be accusing, but the amusement absolutely ruins the effect. ] You are just as bad as Powerglide! Clearly I have to prevent you two from ever meeting.

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[Needlenose accepts the second bump as the price of joking. :D He laughs.]

In that case, all you have to do is obtain a degree in quantum physics and reprogram the spacebridge into not swiping any Powerglides! Easily done, right?

[As much as their speed has dropped, they should be out from the R2 soon and fairly close to the hanger they took off from at the start of the test flight.]

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Oh, if only!

[ He lands with his usual grace, making the switch from flight to ground modes look basically effortless as they coast in. From there it's an easy spin out of his alt mode, though perhaps showing off quite a bit less than he'd do around some others.

It is just Needlenose, after all. Which is a testament to how comfortable Tracks feels already.

He flashes Needlenose a grin, wings easily canting upwards ]. Again, thank you. I suppose I'll see you around sooner rather than later, then?

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[Coming into the hanger behind him, Needlenose lands smoothly, swapping back into his root mode in a flurry of moving metal before straightening up on his feet.]

You're welcome. [He rubs the back of his head. The look on his face is cheerful too, reflecting Tracks' grin.] Hey, I appreciated the time out in an open space myself.

[As for seeing each other around:] You will. I'm sure. [A pause. Carrying on the past joke:] And if my schedule's open, we can go for another flight sometime.