This is my first ever drabble. I'm so proud squueee! It's mainly about Starscream flying, but has hints to Meg/Star. No likey, no readey
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To Fly
Starscream relaxed as the tension from Megatron left his system. All the plotting and hatred just drained out of him; blown away by the wind that pushed under his wings. It was freedom, no strain, no feel of greedy gravity: just him and the sky. His streamlined magenta frame felt every wisp, every breeze. These sensitive wings weren't just for interfacing – they were instruments of flight. In 'bot mode, he flipped helm over pedes in a series of somersaults that cut through the wind; every movement was a step closer to Bliss.
He howled as he opened up the power. Shooting like a rocket. Faster. Faster. CRASH!
The sound barrier broke. It wasn't flying, it was an art. His dente gritted together as the sheer speed tore through every sensor. Loop the loop. Spinning. Flipping. Forget just art, it was a masterpiece. Freefalling down to the planet below him: Earth.
The ground was no place for a Seeker. The sky was their home – his home. He belonged here. Megatron, Blitzwing, Lugnut, they weren't true flyers. Not like him. Starscream: the fastest Decepticon to ever be protoformed. He was far more worthy to lead than Mega…
No, don't think of him. Just the sky. Here he wasn't a Lord, he was an Emperor.
Every appendage ached on his chassis, and he loved it! Currents surrounding him everywhere, just the sky and him. Locked in a battle of wits and strength to keep soaring in this boundary. The no-mechs land between planet and space.
Megatron raised an optical ridge as he observed his second in command turned traitor. He was obviously in his element. Megatron could remember how arrogant he was about his abilities in flight; and a berth. He could hear him howling even down here, on top of his temporary base. But then again, he was always a screamer.
"Zhall ve shoot him down my liege?" Came a familiar voice from behind the ancient warlord.
"No Blitzwing." His trained optics remained on the treacherous seeker. "He isn't worth the effort. We need to conserve our Energon for the conquest of Cybertron." Besides, he was in no mood to play games with Starscream. He was a most entertaining punchbag, but like all entertainment, he was losing his appeal. However, there was a certain side to him he would never tire of. A more… intimate side. Even his Earth mode kept his figure, and no doubt his capabilities as well.
Once he reclaimed Cybertron, only then would he come back for his little toy jet.
Starscream shot up to the luminescent moon, frivolities finished. It was time to return to his cloning. Besides for the last few cycles, he didn't like the feeling he was getting. The feeling of being – watched. But aside from that once his labours were done he would taste the freedom again. He would feel what it was: to fly.
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