Never has Jadewing despised being grounded more than he does right this second. He was a Seeker; should be in the sky, raining death on that little horn-headed glitch and the forces of Unicron he commanded. Instead, he was stuck on the ground, where his wings were more of a hindrance than a help, and where all the aerial combat prowess that was built and bred into the Seeker line amounted to nothing.

But with his wing still iffy thanks to the repair issues- which he was certain now were connected to this mess as well- he had to save any potential flight capabilities he had until they were most needed. Because doubtless they would be, before this was over. "Least I'm not underground this time...", he grumble to himself as he did a last check on his arm weapons.

The thought made him aware of the talisman Solus and Nexus had given him, still tucked away safely in his cockpit storage compartment. He'd almost forgotten about it, but now it seemed to be radiating gentle warmth that spread through his whole frame, bolstering his resolve. He just hoped it would be enough to protect him again.