Something a little different this time! This story was suggested by Dragonsketcher, who also provided the character of Hyperjump. Thanks so much! I hope you enjoy it! For reference, Skystorm is the Cybertronian equivalent of 17 or so during this story.
Disclaimer: Skystorm belongs to me and Hyperjump (unnamed in this chapter) belongs to Dragonsketcher. Everything else belongs to Hasbro.
Flight Pattern
Prologue: Crash Landing
The small blue and white jet circled slowly above the trees before transforming and landing neatly on the ground, transforming into an attractive young femme. Nervously, she looked around for any sign of other activity. She knew she wasn't supposed to be out here all by herself, but when she saw the plane crash, what else was there to do? Her parents would have done the same thing; how many times had Skystorm heard the story of how Riella disobeyed direct orders to rescue captured Autobots? Or the many times Prowl had gotten into an argument with other Autobots over that time of thing? It was the right thing to do, regardless of who you were.
Tentatively, Skystorm made her way toward the crash site. It hadn't been a straight crash; the pilot had probably tried to land, and failed. Hopefully he or she was still alive, and would stay that way long enough for Skystorm to call a human medic if necessary. Charred grass and rocks crunched under her feet as she followed the skid pattern toward the plane – a military-type, the logical one-quarter-Vulcan part of her processor noted for future reference. It was probably about the same size as Air Raid, one of the younger Aerialbots, although she couldn't really tell from her position, and marked with silver and olive green paint.
She stopped about twenty feet from the plane. "Hello?" she called quietly, not wanting to alarm the human with a scan. "Can you hear me? Are you all right?" The cockpit was clouded; she couldn't see inside it. When she got no response, she inched forward and knelt down, reaching out one hand to touch the glass. "Hello?"
The plane's engines fired erratically, and Skystorm leaped out of the way just in time. She landed awkwardly on her back, wincing as one wing twisted. "Ow! What the – " Her yelp of irritation was cut off by an all-too-familiar clicking, and suddenly the plane was no longer a plane, but a tall mech glaring down at her. She didn't notice the energon trickling from an injured arm or wings, or the fact that the features belonged to a mech not much older than she was. Her optics, wide with horror, were fixed on the dark purple symbol in the middle of his chassis armor.
Decepticon!