Based extremely loosely off Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift. And Lullaby for a Stormy Night by Vienna Teng will be mentioned.
I don't own any of the songs mentioned or Transformers (Silverstreak and Bluemoon are mine however) and I write for my own pleasure, not money.
I'm sorry everyone seems a little OOC, but I need them to be this way.
Any similarities between other people alive or passed, or people's work were NOT intentional.
The ark.
Every one dropped into their seats, Blaster jogging in the open door and taking a seat next to Jazz. Optimus's face was as solemn as his optics, there was an agonizing pain in them.
The rig sighed deeply glancing at each officer, but those troubled optics lingered on Prowl, much to the latter's discomfort. He shifted his wings and listened intently.
"The decepticons have resurfaced back on cybertron, and with a vengeance. They are no longer fighting by honourable standards"
"not that they ever were" Ratchet muttered. But Prime was preoccupied by his thoughts.
"They attacked a neutral city…"
Mechs started shouting but Prime would have non of it. He silenced them with a wave of his servo, and continued on with his emergency meeting.
"They attacked Praxius, and left it totaled. We don't have much time to get there. Wheeljack, is your Spacebridge doohickey ready?"
Prowl jumped to his pedes liked someone kicked him, hard. Praxius? His Praxius? He pinched himself, hard enough to leave to tiny dents in his plating. No… no it couldn't be… He looked to Optimus, doorwings and optics pleading, he begged for reassurance, but Prime shook his head sorrowfully, it was indeed true. Praxius had been destroyed.
As for everyone else, they were to stunned to realise that the bearer of the Matrix just said 'doohickey', or that Prowl was on the verge of a panicked meltdown.
Wheeljack nodded half enthusiastically to Optimus's question.
"It's functional-"
"And stable" the CMO added grimly.
Optimus nodded, and called the troops together, it was going to be a long few days.
-000-
Praxius; 6 hours earlier
Bluemoon and Bluestreak had entered their humble suburban home for a drink and break from the hot cybertronian sun. She looked over to the radio on porcelain windowsill as she passed and reluctantly turned it on.
"Decepticons spotted in just outside Ployhex, civilians of all surrounding areas are being warned to stay in doors till deemed safe"
She slammed her fist down on the stereo, and it fizzed out with a short burst of static.
Bluemoon never liked the news, it only brought disheartening stories; they would bid you a good evening, then take the rest of the hour telling you why it isn't.
By now everyone knew of the battles raging throughout their planet, but those fights were so far away. They wouldn't attack a neutral city would they? They couldn't be that moral less.
She turned and walked to her creations room, stooping to sit next to him on the floor. Bluestreak was laying on his stomach, doodling on a blank data-pad with a bright red stylus. Her spark melted as her CPU transformed multi-coloured scribbles into a Portrait.
There was a red mech with silver highlighted doorwings, legs and arms. A silver with blue scribbles figurine, slightly more organic lines were used on this one. And lastly, a smaller mechling;
Silverstreak was a rich red coloured mech, his wings were highlighted with a dazzling silver. He had tattooed his arms and legs with silver swirls, relatively similar to flames, only with more flourish. His chevron was a darker almost black colour, resting proudly on his forehelm. Though, the image drawn by Bluestreak was more of a boxy red figure with silver stripes.
Blue moon recognised the femme like figure as herself. She had a steel sliver frame that was accompanied by a soft blue tinge. Her pedes, servos and doorwings were a flat grey. Though the doorwings had small baby blue swirls mixed in. A trait not forgotten by the young Picasso.
Lastly was Bluestreak himself, a mainly silver frame, though his lower abdominal plating was a darker grey. His wings, arms and leg plating were a golden type colour, with streaks of deep blue swirling into them. His wing were slayed out, flourishes like that of his father were painted onto them.
"Your art gets better every day Li'l Blue" she said, words overflowing with pride. She sent a message through her bond to her mate, he was an law enforcer in central Praxius, likely still on standby, not to far from their home.
{Silver' your creation has your artistic talents}
Laughter filled their shared bond, and he started to reply but was abruptly cut off, a sense of confusion replaced it. Then rising panic filled their merged sparks.
{Darling, look outside…} he barley whispered.
She gingerly got up, and stood to look out Bluestreaks window, and saw eight tiny dots on the horizon. They slowly began to grow, and divided into threes. Seekers, she thought, backing away from the window. She'd learned lots from her day as a detective, and seekers in that kind of formation was very bad news.
{'Moon I'm coming home, now! Stay safe, don't leave the house unless you absolutely have too!} Silverstreak cried through the bond, sending a last wave of love, comfort and reassurance. That was when the bombs started falling.
-000-
"Bluestreak, follow me, now!" the femme ordered, taking him by the servo and sprinting out of his room. The youngling let out a startled yelp and ran with his carrier.
"what's going on?" he asked frightened, Carrier was never like this.
The seekers were getting closer now; she could hear their roaring engines clearly. The house trembled with every blow near by, and soon the sounds of chaotic terror could be heard from outside, as mechs and femmes fled into the streets.
"Carrier, what's happening?" Bluestreak wailed, huddling closer to his Carrier's frame. She nuzzled his helm with her chin, and flinched as a bomb struck close to their home, cringing sympathetically at the scream that followed immediately afterwards.
"I don't know sweetspark" she murmured into his helm, kissing it gently "I don't know".
There was an audio shattering bang, and the house shook. Dust and clumps of the ceiling started to fall, crumbling over their helms.
"I'm scared" he whimpered, tears beginning to fall down his delicate cheek plates.
"I'm scared too" his carrier whispered, rocking him gently. "You know what I do when I'm scared?" she asked, looking at Bluestreak with a small weak smile. He shook his helm vigorously. "I sing. My carrier sang a song for me every time I was really scared, would you like to hear it?"
"yes please" he said, still trembling. Bluemoon smiled, a memory file of her and her carrier resurfacing.
"Little child, be not afraid, though rain pounds harshly against the glass
like an unwanted stranger, there is no danger, I am here tonight." She sung, her voice soft. The sounds of war fading slightly.
"Little child, be not afraid, though thunder explodes and lightning flash
Illuminates your tear-stained face, I am here tonight.
And someday you'll know, that nature is so
the same rain that draws you near me, falls on rivers and land
on forests and sand makes the beautiful world that you'll see
in the morning".
Another blast and the windows broke, shattering her soft song. The ceiling and walls jostled around breaking off into larger pieces. Bluemoon's wings unfurled, protectively over her creation, it wasn't safe in the house any more. As if to prove her point, the whole left wall blew out, clumps of the building raining down around them.
"Bluestreak! Come on" she called, grabbing the youngling and making a break for the opening. She knew ahead of time she wouldn't make it out in time, but she had to protect her sparkling. She spoke as she ran, giving potential final instructions to the tiny mech. "Run for cover, I'll come get you as soon as I can, okay?"
"okay" was his weak reply.
The femme ran with little Blue, faster than what should've been possible. With a leap she gave him hearty push, collapsing herself onto the dirt. Bluestreak tumbled out of the collapsing house, landing a few feet into the horror of the outside.
-000-
The femme's leg had been caught in the falling ceiling, pinning her to the ground. Lying twisted, half on her stomach she pushed her self up to examine her surroundings.
There was sights of destruction and carnage everywhere she looked, burning buildings, smoking craters where homes had been, bodies and debris lay strewn about the broken streets. The smoke from the destroyed city was beginning to block out the golden afternoon sun, adding an hopeless feel to the already desperate atmosphere around them.
And still the seekers rained their unholy wrath of upon the city of Praxius. Mechs, femmes and sparkling ran for their lives, before being mowed down by the gunfire and bombing of the wretched flying mechs.
She watched in disbelief as a young mech ran with his femme, they ran for the cover of a nearby building, but never made it close. A decepticon dove low and shot the femme first, his blast tearing through her dainty violet chassis, and ripping into the mechs ivy coloured frame. they crumpled to the ground, frames intertwined, Bluemoon prayed their young sparks were at peace.
Bluemoon looked for her creation now, scanning the remains of buildings with her for him, thankful for her low view point. She searched with advanced optics across the grim horizon, and found a small winged ball, wide tearful optics staring blankly into the gruesome scene. His young frame was nestled under the shelter of two large chunks of cement. She wanted to weep at the sight of her young creation, a terrified ball of shattered innocence. But, before she could something stepped into her limited view.
Deep blue shin plates, accented by a blazing orange. The model didn't look like any praxian she knew, and her worst fears came true when she saw the jet thrusters at his pedes.
"Here, let me help you out cutie" the seeker mocked.
Grabbing the poor femme by her doorwings, he jerked her up, pulling hard. Her wings popped out of place, and she did her level best not to scream, granted it wasn't enough. A was a sickening crack, and her leg came free, there was a deep gash running form her knee joint to shin, and painful dents deformed the leg.
He laughed cruelly, and slashed a taloned servo into her abdominal plating, several inches below her spark. She screamed again, and prayed desperately Bluestreak wasn't watching.
Bluemoon glared into his despicable red optics as he held her in a painful grip, their chassis only a half inch apart. She flailed in his grip, striking him with weakening fists, then much to her overwhelming relief, he let go, and fell to the ground, a large shard of glass embedded in his back.
The femme wobbled as she was forced to put pressure on her injured pede, and looked up to face her saviour. A shiny rich red mech, silver accents bring much needed hope into her spark.
"Silverstreak!" She cried, flinging herself into his warm embrace, then breaking away to gently grab Bluestreak from his hidey hole. Bluestreak looked up with wide terrified optics, tears streaming down his cheek plates, his vents stuttered. Then, he saw his sire.
"Sire!" he cried, lunging in his strong arms, curling into his broad chassis crying. Silverstreak vents were shaky.
"Bluestreak, Bluemoon; thank primus your safe" he stammered. Then his helm shot up, "we need to find a safe place to hide" he declared, though it was unnecessary. The enforcer's mate nodded, and cried, "the playhouse!".
-000-
They ran back towards their yard, dodging debris, and the mech looked to the sky. The seekers were circling back, facing away for the time being. He looked to his family and they dove into Bluestreak's playhouse.
It was a small building, decorated with the youngling's toys and pictures, they were almost untouched, shifted into new positions thanks to the shockwaves caused by bombs. The house was meant to house three adults, or five younglings, before the roof and walls started to cave in that is. But Silver' deemed it stable and safe at the moment.
Silverstreak's vents were heaving, and he set down his creation, optics studying his fragile frame for any damage. There were cuts and bruises, that was a given, but otherwise, a twist in his wing, likely from trying to hide in the small cubby hole earlier and a small gouge above his hip, a slow but steady trickle of energon was leaking from it, the law mech assumed it was from the same moment. Overall, it could've been so much worse. Bluestreak simply hugged his leg and refused to move, to be honest if places were swapped, Silver' would've done the same.
He then turned to face his mate and yelped. How had he missed this?! Three deep lacerations just below her spark chamber, dislocated wings, and a gash in her shin. The poor femme was bleeding out into the playhouse's carpet, staining it a disturbing shade of pinkish purple.
"'Moon? Darling, why didn't you say something?" he murmured worriedly, gently hugging her and laying her carefully on her back. Pressing the palm of his servos carefully against the fountain of energon escaping her frame.
"Didn't want to add to your worries" she whispered, examining her mate's injuries herself.
He was almost as bad as she was, a cut ran along his chassis, she was surprised that she hadn't seen it earlier. She regretted hugging him so hard. There was a deep-ish gash in his right thigh and a doorwing hung lopsided and completely limp.
"Honestly Silver' you should be worried about yourself" Bluemoon wheezed, things were starting to get kinda fuzzy, that couldn't be good…
-000-
There was a lull in the commotion from within their shelter, and the sounds of war could still be heard, though much, much weaker now. Yet still the infuriating roar of engines and screaming pierced his audios, and the smell of smoke burned his nose.
Silverstreak and Bluestreak sat next to the femme, either hugging her or holding her servo. It pained the mech to admit it, but he knew they both wouldn't survive to see another sunrise. Yet incessantly he prayed that Bluestreak would pull through.
"Sweetspark, you must stay awake, please" he was crying, a rare experience. It made Bluestreak more frightened.
"Baby, remember that song I sang you in the hospital, after the hostage incident?" the femme whispered. Silverstreak nodded, listening intently to his mate's vocals. She was fading. "Could you sing it for me?" she asked, trying to push herself upright.
Silverstreak smiled fondly, and wrapped his mate and Bluestreak up in a hug, clearing his strong baritone voice.
"You'll have to excuse me, my voice wasn't meant to sing a femme's vocals" he muttered, a failed attempt to joke.
"I remember tears streaming down your face when I said I'll never let you go,
when all those shadows almost killed your light.
I remember you said don't leave me here alone, but all that's dead and gone and passed tonight."
His voice filled the broken house, a soft lullaby being sung not only to his dying mate and terrified creation, but for himself as well.
"Just close your eyes, the sun is going down.
You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now.
Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound"
He was trying to keep his voice steady as he felt her slip away, for Bluestreak's sake. The unbearable pain in his spark forced him to hunch over, but he played it off as giving the youngling another hug. Silverstreak laid Bluemoon gingerly on the floor, positioning her wings into a more comfortable looking position. He started singing again, directing the words to Bluestreak.
"Don't you dare look out your window, darling everything's on fire.
The war outside our door keeps raging on
Hold onto this lullaby even when the music's gone…"
This time his voice did break, and he clung to the youngling clinging to him. How could this be happening?! In the span of twelve seconds, his world and everything in it was threatened by an army that once stood for equality and civil rights. Four groons later the only thing left was his dearest creation.
He swore right then that he would not let himself pass into the well of all sparks until he was certain Bluestreak was going to be alright.
"Just close your eyes, the sun is going down
You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now
Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound"
He hummed softly, doorwings curling protectively around them. The seekers could be heard retreating; all sounds of life beyond their hiding place dying out.
"Just close your eyes, you'll be alright"
Bluestreak was exhausted, his systems worn out and low on energon. His Sire's voice was soft and reassuring, even despite the horrendous sights he had seen, he knew his Sire would always be there, a safe wall of protection in the chaos of that day. And with that, the youngling powered down, systems going into a temporary stasis lock.
"Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound".
Hey y'all, I'm back! sort of. I have stinkin' exams for the next few week, so i don't know when the next update will be.
Please, please review, they honestly are what keep my stories going.
My spell check isn't working, so if you see something odd let me know and i'll edit it out.