The sky was a shadow. The loss of stars leaving an emptiness...a none fulfilled void composed of pitch black. Filled with nothing. No sound. No light. Just...nothing. The lack of sound, the lack of light, was disturbing. An aura of loss and despair hung heavily around the air. This stillness was not one of harmony, but one of sadness, and hopelessness. It was so quiet, so still, the movement of the black clouds over the night sky not even disturbing this imbalance of emptiness, instead only adding to the shield of unease coursing through the veins of the wind. So still. So quiet. Then the imbalance was broken by the screeching of wings cutting through the night like deadly blades.
A massive gape in the blackness appeared from above, the clouds instantaneously parting at contact with the flying, or falling, object. It was as big as the night was dark, the front, which was pointed almost awkwardly downwards, curved sinisterly into an incomplete circle, each side then twisted to a sharp point around the glowing orb at its center. That lead into sharpened metal armor, curved into a twisted formation, then sending itself into two massive yet elegantly curved, equally sinister wings, plated with sideline hints of a royal purple. A powerful existence was radiating from its stunning frame. But something else was disturbing this object. This form was much smaller, holding an almost delicate form. It stood out immensely attached to the silver and purple plane, being mostly of black color, hinted with blues and greens. It's body was clearly feminine. She had two feet, the tips curved into intricate limbs, larger then her legs as the black came upward as an armored shin and knee plate, two lean and graceful legs a shining silver as they lead into a beautiful curved torso, equally as silver as the parts of her legs underneath her armor. Her arms were lean and elegant as her other limbs, the shining black of her main armor would have concealed her from the night, were she not attached to this plane. She herself also held to beautiful wings upon her back, though not the dark color as the main frame on her body, the coloring was a swirl of reds, greens, and blues, twirling through the sharp wings like a raging fire. The same colors came down from her wing line, curling around the edges of her black frame, the sharpened points of her chest plate ended in this vibrant color, and the line of flame came down her metallic stomach, where it continued to the armor protecting her delicate and smooth feminine fingers. The flame once more began from the bottom of her feet, were it traveled up her black legs, thinning and swirling till it seemed to disappear into the shadow of her remaining leg armor. Her eyes glowed brighter than anything else amongst her physical form, beautiful and lively, they curved into alluring optics, their centers encircled with glowing rings of aquamarine and a bright sea green, in a stunning hypnotic way. But around her left eye, striking from the top of her face-plates to a curve, was a clear scar, disrupting the thin, rectangular lines coming from her optics to her mouth. Her mouth was curved in a fierce scowl, her optics glowing with an emotion deeper then wrath, deeper then pleasure. Her thin fingers curled underneath the screaming metal of her opponents alternative mode, her feet placed strategically alongside his frame as they dropped. His engines had ceased, but their roaring purr had already been replaced by the shrieking wind. She grit her teeth, as the ground came closer, and faster.
It appeared larger, the immense black cloud of the floor filling up her sight. Her armor tensed, her fingers closed tighter as her knees pressed against his hot frame. The corners of her lips carved into a tiny, knowing smirk, her eyes narrowed in pleasure, welcoming the upcoming crash.
Six feet. They missed the ground by a mere six feet. The intricate plane curved upwards in a fierce and sudden movement, its wing tips dangerously close to the rubble. It flipped backward, and in the middle of the motion she let go, flying back, her arms out at her sides with her legs spread. She landed with a striking grace, after herself flipping once more. She slid back by around an inch, in a kneeling position, her right knee bent and her left leg out behind her, with one arm raised in the air, and the other bent on her right knee. The expression remained on her face as she watched almost...hungrily. The jet then transformed.
His wings gave the appearance that they were shortening; when in true actuality they were turning backwards, sliding from the metal joints to allow him to finish the process. They once again turned into their own directions, slinking back into the sockets obviously created to hold their physical existence. This form continued the process of turning, the back of what used to be his jet mode releasing a soft whir of pressure as it opened, what was clearly legs protruding from the part, tingling at the familiarity of exposure. The armor lining the belly of the jet slid upward while its countering brethren slid in the opposite direction, different plates heading left or right depending on the location they were meant to have accessible reach to. The front of his mode altered itself as the plates of metal around it moved, turning into a half circle of motion, allowing the plating to move onto the area, almost as though bending to fit the frame now clearly being built. Along his body, the heavy sounds of the immediate transformation were brought by a rythmatic beauty of change. From the exposed inside of the jet, a luminous light began to spread throughout the frame, molding with the darkness of his appearance. The curved head of the jet flipped back-ward, unhinging into two separate pieces as they folded into one another, sliding gracefully toward the side opposite of his back. Two more armored pieces, holding much of a resemblance to muscular anatomy, causing beautiful and strikingly sharp pieces of metal to slid from the ends of his arms, dashingly dangerous in their clear power. Smooth and cut to the point of sharpness, their government alone was enough to take a hold the eyes of those whom the vision graces. As his carved shoulder blades now returned to their rightful place above his head, longer, cuneated parts appeared from the ends of his legs. Several more clicks and whirs ensued as a large and curving pelvis turned and glided with the acuminated tips of yet another multiple cornered framework. With only smaller adjustments as he began his descent once more to the ground, the process nearly complete after his time seemingly defying gravity, he arched his masculine body.
His feet pointed downwards as his long arms outstretched beside his frame, fingers pointed outward to grasp the thin ribbons of wind curling at their carved tips. His left leg made contact with the ground first, his right following quickly to a point only several inches behind the appendage with the first touch. His arms slowly lowered to his sides, his shoulder rolling with a satisfying crack. It was beautiful, it was stunning, it was purely breath-taking. Now, in the same position as she, standing mere yards from her, was a being standing at least to a point of thirty-five feet tall. Strong and imposing, radiating power and strength, with a large muscular chest, arms and legs to match, and curved feet. His face was almost shark-like, with large glowing red eyes, molten lava in the frozen form of intimidating rubies. His helm was as equally sharp and beautiful as the rest of him, pointed into a larger part of his strong jaw line, the edges curving around his face, intriguing brows furrowed in anger. His razor sharp fingers lay curled into an infuriated fist, his cruel mouth gritted, lips pulled back to reveal shining fangs, the black marking around his face moving with his expression.
He tilted his head, and his eyes widened in surprise. Then his brows furrowed again, though not with anger, with instigation. His lips rearranged into an amused smile, as a low and fearsome chuckle rose deep into his throat. His eyes closed, her smile faded, her eyes filling with an empty resentment as he stood. His mouth opened as his chuckle turned into a frightening laugh. She stood as well, but being so small compared to him, she would have been easily hidden by his shadow. His eyes opened, burning through the night, burning through her cool, determined gaze. Then there was silence. Just silence. His laugh stopped, but smile remained. Her glare hung heavily, her mouth unmoving and cold as her slim fingers clenched tighter then even her teeth. Then he spoke, the humor in his husky, powerful voice remaining. "Of all the days, you happen to appear now." It was more of an intimidating growl then a voice. She remained silent. "What? No response? Well, Nightfire, you never were a chatty one...upon occasion" Her mouth clearly tensed at those words, and his brow raised questionably. "Do you still go by Nightfire? Or did you resort back to your original namesake, Starflight?"."My name is not of importance, Megatron." Her voice was as cool as the night, intelligent, but holding some obvious resentment. A soft chuckle played at his lips once more. "Ah, I see how it is." He paused, before continuing. "Though I must admit, I am very surprised at your coming. Hadn't I so mercifully extinguished your spark, so many cycles ago?"."I estimate that both of us have experienced pleasant surprises of late". He nodded, with a small tilt of his head, raising his hand as his fingers opened in expressive movements. "Is that, sarcasm? Then again...I am sure that you have indeed experienced...surprises...as well". Her fingers unfolded, and then folded again in the anxious motion. "You speak the truth, Megatron, but I did not think we had time to discuss our past, when we have scores to settle." "That did not end so well for you last time, if I recall." "Which is exactly why I have such a reason, for my upcoming actions". They stared for a moment, eyes locked in a fierce battle of shear mentality . Megatron's voice broke their stare, his smirk widening as his claws itched to feel her energon spill from her veins, his tone imposing and startling in its humor, "Alright then".
He made the first move. She had anticipated this, but he had also anticipated her anticipation, which she knew to be a familiar strategy for him. He ran forward, not charged, ran. He was graceful, he was swift, he was the complete opposite of what most would think a being of his size would be. She would not be caught off guard, though, and the moment she became in reach of him, she ducked. As she swiftly dodged a blow from his fist, quickly turning around in a slick movement, her leg swung around in return. She felt his sharp digits curl around her pede as he caught her foot. Her optics sharpened, as did his. Then she spun her other leg around, striking him square in the jaw as she held herself in the air only using support from his grip. His surprise lasted not as long as she would have hoped; actually, it hardly came into existence at all. The sickening metal clang caused by the contact of her foot and his face was met by him twisting her pede, grabbing her arm in the middle of the air, and sending his knee upwards towards her spin while his face rapidly recovered from her strike. Her optics widened, and by some miracle of the Allspark she managed to twist sharply, just enough to send his blow not into her central spine, but into her left arm socket. Using her immense strength of endurance, she somehow managed to hold back the gasp of pain building in her throat.
"What makes you so special? From what I see...you are nothing more than a simple drone with dreams far too large for your meager processor". He whispered into her audio sensors, his voice a purring combination of a growl and a hiss. Her bright optics stared into his, so strikingly close, they were. She was uncomfortable, she was anxious...she was something else she could not place. Never before had she come into such close physical contact with the leader of the Decepticons, and as his claw-like digits wrapped around her entire neck, his other hand engulfed around her waist, onto her back where he held her one remaining arm in an obvious display of dominance, her spark swelled with the unfamiliar feeling. Was it fear? No. Even now, as her arm was locked together painfully with his fingers, and her legs dangling from air as he held her above the ground, while she hung dented...broken...she was not afraid. Then what was this...this feeling of such excruciating simultaneous warmth and cold she was not accustom to? His smirk spread, not even inches from her own cold expression. Her face-plates held a determined glance, her tightened lips curling into a weak smirk to return the favor of his. A small, snort of chuckle released itself from his mouth, his hot breath heavy on her lips while he did so. Her helm was small compared to almost any Cybertronian, but next to Megatron...she was an insect beside a feline. "Y-You do n-not scare...m-me". She said softly, her voice as weak and cracked as the current state of her armor, not at all the intimidating growl she had wished for. His optics closed as his mouth opened, his body gently shaking with his new-found humor, her legs making a small swinging motion as he laughed. It stopped short, and he returned his helm forward, moving hers even closer to his eagerly awaiting jaws. His mouth now gently brushed against her audio sensors as he raised her neck, sending electric shocks of pain through her frame along with the tingling sensation caused by his words."Oh but I should..." His grip tightened, causing her to force-ably hold back a wince. "It would be the only wise decision of your existence...to fear me, that is. Because the things that I have done..." His voice lowered into an even softer whisper, "The things I will do...are enough to make you beg and plead for mercy with your last dying breath...when I am finished with your miserable life".