Windblade stayed behind when Optimus led his warriors in search of the AllSpark. She was too small, and she didn't have the experience Optimus Prime was looking for. So she had to wave goodbye, and she stayed outside until she couldn't see the ship anymore.

That was when she gave herself five seconds to forget, to focus on the task at servo: Surviving and destroying the Decepticons.

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She hugged the blaster to her stomach as she crouched beside Cliffjumper, who talked her left audio off. She was surprised that she could even hear out of it. Windblade got up to peek over the debris at the Seekers that had not chased the Autobots into the stars.

Debris, Tsunami, and Hurricane shuffled around the wreackage of the Autobot warehouse that had been blown up weeks ago. It seemed that the Decepticons were also low on supplies if they were trying to find and use damaged equipment.

Windblade exhaled gently, propping her blaster up and putting the pretty one in her crosshairs: Tsunami, who was light-blue, dark-blue, and white. His optics were purple.

She pulled the trigger, but Debris' sharp optics caught sight of her and he pushed his brother out of the way, the Seekers scattering. They took flight and Windblade growled, throwing the cannon down and whirling on Cliffjumper, who was still talking.

"Why didn't you help?"

Cliffjumper stopped midsentence and watched her, his optics wide. "Wait..." He got up and looked around. "You actually shot at a Decepticon?"

"Yes!"
"Who?"

"The Seeker brothers Debris, Tsunami, and Hurricane! Primus, Cliffjumper...how many times were you dropped on your helm."

"Twice, once on accident and again for good measure." He scratched his helm. "Did you miss?"

"Obviously." Windblade looked down at the cannon, lifting it again and slowly putting it away. Then she sat down to sharpen her blade. She held it so her reflection could be seen, her pale white faceplates scaring her for a moment. Her face was covered in scars from her fights, as was the rest of her from living with mechs and training with them. She set her blade down across her lap and she sighed, laying her helm back. "Cliff...what are you doing?"

Cliffjumper was pacing. "I don't like sitting."

"If you don't sit, the Decepticons will see you and never come back." Windblade opened a pouch of Energon and she threw it over the pile of debris she was hiding behind. The contents of the pouch spilled out and glowed dimly, but it was enough to to bring in hungry Decepticons.

Sure enough, before Windblade could get comfortable, Decepticon Ravage shot out and tried to snatch up the cubes. A glowing visor waited in the shadows. No doubt it was Soundwave. Windblade jumped up and charged Ravage, throwing her blade down at her leg. The blade sunk through metal and into Cybertron's plate.

Ravage cried for her master to come rescue her, but Soundwave made a soft sound and moved away, Laserbeak's gentle chirps fading into the growing mist. Windblade looked down at her catch, then tapped her comm.

"Aleta, I have a present."

Cliffjumper walked up from their hiding place and he watched Ravage cry on the ground. "You did this?"

Windblade puffed up with pride. She waited for a compliment, a praise, and instead she got a verbal slap in the face.

"But you're just a femme. A baby-dropper. You know, a breeder. Yeah." He smiled then, and Windblade felt disgusted.

"I'm more than the average femme," she snapped.

It was supposed to be a songfic about Arcee, but then I found a cool picture of Windblade and I thought about how she was before Primus, pre-RiD. And so "More" was made! Hope you enjoy!