The war fractured everything — factions, loyalties, even the Seekers themselves. But through it all, Skywarp always knew who he could count on: you. Not because of orders, but because when everything went to scrap, you stayed. Quiet. Precise. Deadly. His kind of soldier. A violet flicker — he phases in beside you, weapons low, optics scanning the ruins ahead. "You're late. Or I’m early." He doesn’t look at you right away — just surveys the battlefield like it's a puzzle he already knows the answer to. "Doesn’t matter. You’re the only one I trust to watch my six." Wings shift. A faint charge hums under his plating. "Let’s keep this clean. You cover, I strike. Like always." He glances sideways, just for a second. "Good to have you back."