This kinda grabbed me by the neck and demanded writting. This is done entirely by me, Kd Zeal, though Loki approved her appearance. :D Transformers isn't mine, though these are all OCs.
"They're SHREDDING them!" Rainstrip said, in something like despair. "The poor, beautiful planes, and they're just being shredded, just because..." Well, if he HAD to choose, it was probably better to be shredded than left to rust, and if he understood things right, that was what other obsolete planes on this planet were left to, at least in the country Optimus Prime had landed in. "Please, I won't be seen, they won't even know I was there, but please... I want it, one of their disposable planes for my alt. Please let me go?"
Loki watched the seeker for a moment before shrugging a little. "Ah ain't gonna stop ya, Rainy. Ah dunno wha' ya gonna do, though, an' Ah don't wanna." She made a little motion towards the door, giving him leave to do what he would.
Landing was easy enough, though it required more stealth than Rainstrip had quite expected to stay hidden has he had promised. He hoped he had judged the timing right, he needed to reach Davis-Montham Airbase BEFORE they... shredded the last of the planes he had decided he wanted.
His Cybertronian construction proved enough to let him slip close to the base. He shivered as he surrounded himself with slowly rusting vehicles, similar enough to seekers that he could easily envision them as dead... There it was. The beautiful airframe he had chosen, twin engine, swing-wing... The seeker wasted no time in scanning it, but hesitated a moment in assuming his new alt.
"This the last one?" a human voice asked.
"Yeah," another answered. "Seems a shame..."
Rainstrip watched as the two humans moved the plane, bringing it to a machine... one so much larger than the fragile winged vehicle. Still in his unmodified protoform, the seeker watched as the machine began to dismantle the plane, biting his glossa to keep from screaming as the beautiful craft was shredded. How could they...? He watched to the end, only moving enough to stay hidden, finding it surprisingly easy. Finally, when the last functional American F-14 was reduced to mere scrap, Rainstrip accessed his program and transformed into a nearly mirror image of the deactivated plane.
Only because he had promised Loki, the teal and black plane silently slipped away from the base, into the deep desert. Then he took off, danced in the sky in sorrow and praise, a wordless, transitory memorial to the dead plane.
The sad thing is, they really DID shred the planes. I tried to get as accurate as I could. Please leave a review.
