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(crack... starring Perceptor, Ghost!Wing and Drift)

-First sighting-

He saw the mostly white jet wandering the corridor nearly halfway into the recharge cycle on his way to his own recharge berth after having foolishly stayed up to tweak some variables in his new experiment.

He froze in the middle of the empty corridor as bright gold optics were trained on him, compact wings flaring slightly in something like surprise as the jet offered him an award winning smile, optics glinting as if the mech knew something he didn't. The mech turned away and began to walk down the corridor.

"Hey!" Perceptor protested jogging to reach the unfamiliar mech with nagging familiar armour.

The wings gave a twitch and with a grin and a glint of warm amber optics over a shoulder the jet broke into a run, speeding down the corridor with amazing grace and speed, dancing around the corner at the end of the hall with a cheeky smile, almost daring him to copy the move.

Perceptor skidded around the corner and collided right into a groggy looking Drift, the white mech having just been released from his shift "Perceptor" the ex-Decepticon snapped as the scientist frantically looked behind the swordsmech on either side "What the frag?"

"There is an intruder!" the red microscope protested as his friend shoved him back towards his own door which he had passed trying to catch the mysterious disappearing jet.

"Sure Perceptor" Drift snorted, the gem on his Great Sword glinting suspiciously in the low lighting of the corridor as the microscope was prodded into his room "This is why bots say you need more recharge."

-Battlefield- Perceptor's POV-

He watched through his scope as Drift cut down several enemies with his dual swords. Wing was standing beside him, leaning over him as if he could also see into the scope "Do you mind?" he asked in annoyance as a chill went up his spinal strut, the ghost of the dead knight accidently slipping through his solid frame

"Sorry" the wind seemed to whisper in his audio in reply "I am bored"

"Then go haunt Drift" Perceptor grumbled making a shooing motion at the spirit "And stop bothering me, Wing"

"You're the only one who can see me" Wing replied with a puzzled frown "Though I haven't the foggiest idea why. You have never been in contact with my sword, maybe it has something to do with that eye-piece?"

Perceptor snorted in laughter "Are you saying I've upgraded my optic sight so much that I can now see ghosts?" He didn't need to look behind him to know that the jet was shrugging

"Possibly"

"Great" the microscope groaned as he picked off a few more enemies with some well placed, if not absentminded shots "Fantastic, I'm being haunted by a ghost that lives in a sword that is carried around by my friend who has a hissy fit if someone even touches it without permission. This day couldn't possibly get any worse…"

BANG

"ARGH! PERCEPTOR!"

"Ohh, that is going to sting" Wing commented with a wince as the microscope's faceplate drained of energon in mortification at what he had just done "Nice shooting though, ten out of ten, just… next time I suggest not shooting Drift in the aft?"