Not the way human-built planes do it, no. We can transform, so all we had to do was land on the back of a carrier or transport, take fuel ingots from the supply they carried, and take off again. Sometimes the larger plane would be a giant Seeker, even bigger than Jetfire, but there were also non-sentient transports built. I preferred having the extra help of a big Seeker looking out for us, and the ability to call them in as backup once we’d landed and needed to secure an objective.
We could refuel several Trines and the units under their command in the time it takes one Earth jet to refuel, though I must give credit to the human pilots who can do it. It takes very precise flying. Not many humans impress me, but fighter pilots are better than most.
I just had a thought: in a pinch, flying bots using rotors/turbines or in some cases just madly flapping their wings in an attempt to help cool off others.
Courtship in Vos involves a lot of push-pull: acid remarks, pretended disinterest, and teasing that borders on cruel. From the outside, it looks downright mean, but seekers can communicate volumes with the movement and position of their wings, and can pretty easily distinguish someone signalling “go away” from someone signalling “come chase me”. Still, Vosian romance is not for the faint of spark.
Praxian courtship, by contrast, is very slow-moving, intellectual, and formal, befitting a city renowned as a (rather old-fashioned) centre of learning and culture. Physical intimacy doesn’t usually enter the picture until the relationship is already fairly serious. Expect to be taken to museums a lot.
The courtship of the Towers nobility in Iacon is basically a more languid version of Vosian romance. It’s like a competition to see which half of a courting couple can act more indifferent to the other (while also sneaking in steamy glances and teasing one-liners so the object of their affection realises they actually are interested. Just, y’know, in a deniable way).
Polyhexians have a reputation for being hot-blooded and wildly flirtatious. In Crystal City, they prefer the indirect approach, full of poetry and a lot of long-distance wistful sighing.
The joke about Kaon is that if you actually sit down to drink a cube with someone before fragging them, that’s romance. If you manage to exchange more than ten words while you do so, that’s true love, and if the other mech actually pays for your drink, Pit, that’s practically a sparkbond.
There’s some truth to that, sure: Kaon is full of warbuilds and pitfighters, and warriors don’t tend to beat around the bush when they know, far more vividly than any Towers aristocrat, that any given night might be their last. But warriors can be a sentimental bunch, too, and there are traditionally Kaonite romantic gestures that would put all the sonnets in Crystal City to shame. This is where you’re most likely to see lovers pledging to die fighting side by side, or one wearing the other’s token into battle. And when a Kaonite loses their beloved, there’s no quiet, dignified grief. They’ll scar their face, smear the vial of their dead lover’s innermost energon over their plating like war paint, and head out for revenge.
Now that’s romance.
your headcannons give me life o_o
Thank you!
This makes me have ridiculous headcannons about Megatron in his Origins four-parter, with his face-paint and proto-Decepticon insignia on a chain.
Oooh! That maybe those were gifts/energon from a former lover?
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