"Sire why can't I go outside?" the sparkling, who was less than a vorn old, churred despite knowing the answer. His spark still surged with hope that today… yes today he would be able to see the sky again. Feel the wind under his plating...

"It's too dangerous for you brightspark." his carriers voice was sharp with static as he came into the room. "As we have iterated …" Cobra winced as his carriers voice crackled through his sensitive audials.

"Lightburn, enough." His Sires voice was deep enough to reverberate his light plating and it was laced with protective protocols that made him feel safe most days… on others, like today, slightly stifled.

His carrier sniffed and continued tidying their abode.

They were all yearning for the sky. Unfortunately for Lightburn and Tripwires offspring, despite pure Vosian heritage, he had been born without wing joints and so would never be able to fly on his own accord. This was a fact that had distressed them both, especially since their crippled sparkling still had the protocols that demanded that he fly. Prone to infection, medics had warned the Vosians against exposing him to the radiation rife within Cybertronian air currents and until his plating hardened, they too were grounded.

"Cobra we must wait for you to be stronger. Plus we have a great deal to do today." Tripwire rumbled as he scooped his sparkling up. "There is energon to refine which you must simply help me with..."

Cobra whined softly but relented, snuggling into his Sires warm plating and allowing himself to be distracted.


It was only as he grew older that Cobra realised that there was something wrong with him. His creators smothered him with love, affection and over protectiveness. A fact that wasn't unusual for Vosian sparklings, quite normal actually if the vid-files were to be believed.

No what was unusual was his parents distress after watching a sparkling sky game vid-file when he had said without thinking "I wish I could play that game." Without meaning to he set off a series of arguments that he didn't understand which left Lightburn with luminescent tears trailing down his pointed cheeks and Tripwire holding him far too tightly to be completely comfortable.

When his plating eventually hardened and his creators took him outside for the first time his quiet thoughts turned reality.

Everybot stared at them.

From all directions, Vosian mechs and femmes paused in their daily business, hovering obscenely about the small unit, to blink at them long past the point of social nicety.

A femme called out to Lightburn but when his carrier turned so that he could reply, tucked into his arms as he was, he was able to see how the bright smile on her faceplates immediately slid off into a blank expression.

Her optics latched onto his. There was no warmth inside them.

"Sire why are they staring?" He asked Tripwire, unnerved, clicking slightly in distress.

Tripwires engines rumbled in an attempt to soothe and hurried his footpedes, Lightburn struggling to keep up with them.

"It is because they do not understand little one." He said. "It has nothing to do with you."

He was too young to realise that it was the first time that his creator had lied to him. But he felt his flight protocols activate as he stared back at the Vosian frames around him. "I can't wait till I fly like them!" he said excitedly, trying to re-engage his creators to talk to him. When the statement brooked only silence, he settled back down again.


So it's been several years since I uploaded anything but this idea wouldn't leave me alone. Feedback would be appreciated so long as it's constructive. Chapters may come in bursts with long breaks in between but I hope you enjoyed it :D