ToaVeka

Nothing can tear me away from this moment. It's strange. All my life I've been watching over my brother, trying to keep him from harm. I knew the second I joined that stupid organisation I would never see him again,  yet here he sits, fast asleep in my arms. You see, Strike and I, well, besides the fact we're both jets, we're completely opposite. Before his little 'accident' with the 'Sparklingafier' as Sam calls it, Airstrike used to be a mischevious little mr, always playing pranks and racing with his friend Bullet. Now, he's a bouncy little mechling. Sure, he still doesn't know who I am and probably never will, but this moment