If My Voice Had Wings
Book One
Prologue
Written By: Wrath of an Aerow
All was relatively quiet in the city of Iacon, even on the outskirts of the great Autobot city. Metallic trees spiraled up towards the stars of space and some random shelves of metal plates extruded from the ground. Some debris stuck around from previous, minor battles between both factions of Cybertronians. Past the forest were cliffs, and there, just a few steps away from the ledge, stood a black figure with sparkling ruby optics. One arm cradled against his chest while his other rested at his side. The figure's shoulders were broad and square, and his optics seemed to glare at the distant city of Iacon in spite.
The shadow's optics looked down to his cradling arm. A little sparkling snuggled into his armor. For a moment, his features softened and the mech sighed, tracing a claw against the sparkling's cheek.
It was a shame…that it had to end this way.
The broad-shouldered mech kept his audio receptors open and waiting for his others' awaiting communication link, but still had no word. The mech was growing impatient, and it was his sparkling that calmed his circuitry for the time being. The thought nagged at his processor that it was his sparkling in his arms, because he never before thought that he could ever possess one. Therefore, the nagging at the back of his head told him he was doing the wrong thing; that he should be raising the sparkling to be a great warrior that could have potential to win the upcoming war. He shouldn't have been here. He shouldn't be negotiating with his counterpart.
He shouldn't have been giving away the last femme known in existence.
Since his little femme hadn't scanned a Cybertronian vehicle mode as of yet, she still had the appearance of a protoform, with less detail of her father and other soldiers. The mech knew behind those optic-lids were bright emerald green optics, and behind her little battle mask, she wore a small smile. The large mech twitched a smile, and traced a claw down the little femme's cheek. She would have great potential, after all…
Seeing the bloodline that she trickled down from made it even better. In fact, seeing that she descended from a family of lea-
"I see you're enjoying your time, old friend." Stated a voice coming from behind the broad-shouldered mech.
The mech in statement turned his head over his shoulder, letting out a low growl escape his vocalizer. "It is about time you've gotten here!"
The newcomer showed no traces of fright in his stance, and his bright blue optics narrowed slightly. "I've told you; it is increasingly difficult to get away from my troops at this moment in time. My apologies for being late."
"I do not need your apology," hissed the taller mech. "Now…about the sparkling…"
"I promise you, my old friend, no harm will come to her," the other mech crossed his arms behind his back, standing tall. "I know not why you must have ill-feelings about this."
The broad mech turned to face his smaller other, glaring with aggressive venom. To him, it was obvious why he would have ill-thoughts about what he was about to do, but his other obviously did not. Growling a heavy sigh, the larger mech remarked; "If you mess this up, I swear to Primus I will rip your spark clean out of your chest cavity. I will show no mercy to watching you slowly offline to my hand." The other mech did not flinch to the larger ones' whim, just stared with informed optics. "Understood?"
"Yes," replied the one with blue optics. "She will be well in my care."
"She is not to know who her father is." Growled the Decepticon. "She is not to know where she comes from. She will only be put in harms way."
His other nodded, "Very well. Have you designated her yet?"
The Decepticon blinked a few times, his optics dangerously cold and full of hate. "Knightengale."
He nodded, and held out his arms. The large Decepticon glared at the willing servos with pure spite for a moment, and then looked at his Knightengale. He knew this was the worse mistake in his life. After a moment, he laid the sleeping sparkling in his others' arms. The other mech cradled the little femme to his chest, and she nuzzled into the warmth vibrating from his spark and warming armor.
"It will be fine," reassured the Autobot, seeing the sorrow in the Decepticon's optics. "If she is anything like you, she can survive."
"Don't reassure me, Autobot," hissed the Decepticon. "Remember what I have said. Screw up," he growled, "and see what happens."
The Autobot nodded calmly, "Whatever you say."
"Do not tempt my temper, Optimus Prime."
The Autobot simply smirked, "Farewell…Megatron."
Chapter completed Sunday, August 7th 2011
A/N - I only own Knightengale, Transformers and all of their characters rightfully belong to Hasbro/Takara. Please tell me what you think of the (horribly short) prologue.