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Loud cursing disrupted the work in the command center of the autobot rebellion on Cybertron. The source was not surprising.
Ultra magnus turned to regard the figure that had just stomped into the autobot base, disregarding any rules and conducts when coming into the command center.
Beside him Kup harrumphed irritated.
'Youngsters' the ancient mech groused.
Before them the still cursing frame advanced further into the room, causing every mech present to stop working and look at what was happening; some using the disruption to ogle the new transformer while others smiled knowing smiles at those new to this particular base and the presence of the loud intruder.
Why you may ask?
Simply because the intruding frame was a rare sight, and none of the transformers had seen one for a long time.
Reaching the commander of the base, the femme glared into the relaxed blue optics of Ultra magnus. The commander was used to the antics of the femme and accepted her way of acting.
As Ultra magnus favored the femme with a smile, Kup glared around at the mechs on duty, causing them to abruptly return to their work before the consoles. But everyone knew that every audio in the room was tuned in on what the femme was saying. If they could not revel in the sight of her slender and elegant form they at least would cherish her melodious voice.
"I hate them!" the femme growled, her green optics shooting lightning.
Sighing, the commander knew what was to come. They had had this conversation now and again.
Shockwave had increased the amounts of drones patrolling every part of the planet, making any movements hard to do unnoticed. That restrained the autobots greatly in their work, but for the femme the increased numbers was a pain especially.
Solaris enjoyed being outside the base and being of seeker kin she needed the air. The air that was becoming more and more crowded with drones.
She could not just enjoy her flight when finally allowed to get into the air; no she had to be constant alert to her surroundings and the mindless drones. So far she had not been in any confrontation with shockwaves lackeys.
The rules for her being allowed into the air at all was that just at the sight of the stupid things, she had to return to the ground and find the way back to base, even if the drones weren't even coming her way.
It hurt her pride as a seeker. She was a being of the air. No spark-less machine could outrun her in her element, but every time she had argued the case with Ultra magnus the commander had held his ground, being unmovable on the topic.
If she was to get her need for the air soothed now and then, she would obey by the rules.
Every time she had left in a rage.
Why the autobots had a seeker at all was pure luck. Luck for the femme, not for the 'bots some would say.
The seekers had been the first to suffer from the war. The glorious city state of Vos had been the first victim to the violence that had spread throughout the planet like cosmic rust, when the city had been leveled during a massive attack.
No one knew which side was the instigator of the strike against the flying transformers. Some conspired that it was the Senate of the autobots, some arguing that the decepticons was the culprit in the largest genocide the planet had ever experienced.
The two fractions decided to disagree, and still did these many vorns later.
For the femme it didn't matter. She had been no more than a sparkling when the attack had happened, and by sheer luck was found among the rubble by autobot rescuers. She had been one of the lucky few to survive the attack, the number of seekers countable in the few thousands.
Sure there had been seekers placed all around the planet and off-planet, but the majority of the seekers had resided in their own city, not a people to mingle much with the grounders they populated the planet with.
So the autobots adopted the little sparkling and cared for it and its brethren they had found. As the war progressed and the seekerlings grew into mature seekers the goodness of the grounders was repaid by most of their adopted youngsters by abandoning them in favor of being with their own kin.
Most had sided with the decepticons fighting against their adoptive creators while the few had left to join neutral settlements. Only Solaris, the only femme among the rescued seekers had stayed.
Ultra magnus still saw the little seekerling when the femme stood before him like now; the fiery optics, heated faceplates and pouting lips when she didn't get what she wanted. Her midnight blue armor adorned her frame sizzling with the variety of vibrant yellow coloration that was not just one color, mingling with the calmer blue
Now and then the yellow color would shine more bright, depending on her mood and control; like now when her rage had overtaken her.
"We have discussed this Solaris." Magnus began only to be rewarded with an even more heated glare than before.
As he was about to continue his words was halted with a furious scream from the femme. She turned around with flaring wings and stomped out of the command center, her whole frame visibly shaking.
A pat on his shoulder reminded the commander that he was not alone, and the drooping shoulders rose slightly from their lowered position.
"She is young, Magnus. She will learn that it is all for her safety in time." Kup said as he watched the leaving seeker.
Being young during a war was not easy, and he wanted to give the femme as much joy in her life as he himself had had. Cybertron had been glorious before the war. And he understood that it was hard for the younger transformers to accept that their life was restricted to hiding from the enemy and hoping to survive another day in this cursed nightmare of an existence.
At least the older 'bots had had their share of a life.
"I hope you are right old friend." Ultra magnus smiled at the old mech as he once again turned to watch the numerous monitors showing the surface of the planet and key locations.
Then a thought came into mind.
'Maybe there is a way to make everyone happy.' He thought.
He needed to make a call.
Solaris let herself dump down on the berth with a large thump and sighed.
Life was just not FAIR! She scowled as she looked at the ceiling.
She was a seeker for Primus' sake. What good was a seeker not allowed into the air?
Her rage continued for some time, and finally she managed to calm down enough for the more reasonable thoughts to rise.
She knew of the danger if she was seen. Her existence and the presence of a femme at the base was one of the most precious things the autobots kept from the decepticons. If the secret was to be known to the enemy she understood what could happen to her if she was caught.
As the rest of the tension slowly left her frame she drifted into a peaceful recharge. The trip outside had mended some of the symptoms that would rise as her need for the air became more and more urgent. Still she would prefer to be let out into the air when she wanted and not when her health required it. The disturbed recharge cycles caused by the need were frustrating.
A cycle later the femme was roused from her recharge by a ping to her door.
Irritated at being woken when she really needed the recharge she slammed the opening and favored the unfortunate autobot with a death-glare.
Unsurprising the mech on the other side was the commander.
Ignoring the glare coming his way Ultra magnus strode into the room.
"I have news for you, Solaris." The commander began when the femme had closed the door and stood at the entrance waiting what he wanted.
That jolted her and surprise showed on her face.
"At some point within the next few orns you will be leaving this base." He said, and the fear showing on her face made him hurry the next through.
"I have talked with Optimus Prime on Earth, and we have decided that leaving Cybertron might be good for you." He explained.
"I am to join his forces? As warrior?" she asked, some eagerness bleeding into her expression.
That however was soon gone when Magnus shock his head in denial.
"No. You are still a neutral. But staying at his base there." He told.
"But-" the femme began, only to be silenced by the other with a gesture.
"I am not disregarding your ability to fight. But it won't be needed with the warriors already accompanying Optimus. Do I need to remind you who he is fighting on that planet?!" he consoled.
At that the fear returned to the delicate faceplates and no more argument came out of the femme.
"Yes Sir." She saluted, showing that she understood.
"Good. Now be ready. They are preparing an attack on the spacebridge on the Earth side, and I don't know when they will have gained access to it."
Nodding Solaris returned to her berth and sat down, relaxing as the commander left.
It seemed a new adventure awaited her.
At least something would happen, and she would be leaving the hated drones.
A smile adored her features as she returned into a fitful recharge, dreaming of unknown galaxies and strange planets.
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