I do not own Transformers. I do not own Star Trek, or any phrases that may correspond to phrases in Star Trek. I do not own many of the ideas I am using, and I understand that, in some place my understanding might be flawed.

Space. The Final Frontier. This is the log of the Seeker Firefly. Her mission: To find a lost warzone, to explore a new world, to boldly go where none of Paradron has gone before.

She was utterly alone. In the cold, unforgiving, emptiness of space, drifting toward an organic planet, one that rumor alone told her was the place to go. Was she a fool? Yes. Would the trip be worth it? Only the stars could know. Such was the fate of the lone seeker, trine leader, sister, symbiotic partner, and friend. Such was the loss of a killer.

She was the perpetrator of an unforgivable crime. She knew this the second her mech creator's optics had stopped glowing. She knew her fate had been sealed from that point onward.

So she fled. She took to space, as only a seeker can do so abruptly. She launched in the direction of earth, unknowing of her future, knowing only that either she would die, or many, many others would die at her hands. She didn't stop to talk to her trine. She didn't stop to collect her symbiote. She flew.

A seeker was not meant to be alone. A seeker is born a social creature. All of the mechs and femmes of Cybertron were born social creatures, but a seeker even more so. Whereas others are created as one entity, to create their bonds and groups themselves, a Seeker was born in a pack of three, already having a base support system, already set up for success in the social world.

This seeker, however, was not alone, and in pain. She was following an impossible bond, one that she didn't even know how she had it. She was keening over the loss of two other bonds. She was wounded by the vacant hole of another. Now she was going to have to foster the strain of yet two more bonds, and to try to uphold the third, as long as she could, lest her symbiote die from the torture she had intended for herself alone.

Space. The perfect prison. She was more free than any land bound mech or femme she'd ever known, and yet, more trapped than anybody in some hint of a gravitational pull.

Her log begins long before the events of her self banishment. Her log begins back home, back when she is still little but a newborn sparkling. Few who are not seekers understand that memories start the instant you are born, for few who are not seekers understand the logging of memories at this point. Seekers have three times the chance at logging, and three of them to catch that moment, to share it with the two who didn't log it.

That process is plenty enough, for three sparklings who are never separated. For three bots who grow up never leaving each others side.

However, it is the loss of this process that can drive a seeker to insanity. Bonds are a vital thing, to keep one going even in the face of absolute defeat. The loss of such a bond, the straining of it, the increasing effort to keep it alive… These are the things that kill. Rarely is it that death is caused by the physical tearing and destroying of a bot's spark. It is those that the bot uplifted that are forced to find comfort in another, or risk facing death themselves.

Thus, bots are born social creatures. It is pure instinct, that drives them together, keeps them together, permanently interconnected through layer upon layer of infinite bonds, of siblings, of love, of symbiotic partnerships, of family…

This log was supposed to help her get herself through this lack of a supportive web, in the hopes that either she would safely land and find the lost bond, or that she would be found one day if her spark and mind couldn't handle it.

This is her log.

So this is the introduction! I'll be back with more soon! Thank you for reading! Any comments, praise, criticism, or other mentioning would be appreciated!

~SeekerWing