Seablade felt a sudden urge to recoil, he was uneasy by his telepathy, it scared him. Ratchet theorized the white and blue robot had developed the ability because his mind constantly searched for the link he used to have with his brothers, that might be so, but Seablade still feared the ability, it was a painful reminder of what he had lost, of the bond that had been there between beings that where more one creature with several parts than individuals. Seablade gave a ever so slight nod to Darkstar, more was not needed to say that he had gotten the message and that he felt the same, and that he had the flier's back. Seablade however was not so confident about his ability to protect himself, or his friend from Protector, he would try however, if it came to that, hopefully though it would not.
Seablade smiles slightly and incline his head again this time to Protector, a friendly gesture to show he recognized the other's authority.
"Well, I am ready, and from the look of it DarkStar is to, what do you say we go and pick up Impact at the med bay, I think we all can use getting out of here for a while."