(OC POV)
I watched as the small group of Autobots got ready to leave the planet in search of the Allspark, my legs swinging and stretching from where I sat on a work station high enough for me to do so. Optimus was in a corner of the room talking to Jazz which I had learned earlier was his TIC, the mechs glancing at me periodically though I couldn't bring myself to care as I looked elsewhere. Ratchet was tinkering with Bumblebee's voice box in another attempt to fix the extensive damage, while Ironhide was standing near the doorway and adjusting a few things on his large cannons. Closing my optics and expanding my energy field so I can quickly soak up the other Bot's presences, I finally accepted that they were leaving me here to go on a mission of their own and I would be alone.
"Novastrike." Optimus said softly though his voice still rang through the room with the air of a commander, my helm immediately snapping up towards him as I watched him approach quietly with Jazz.
"Yes?" I said with a slight cautious tone though I knew that any opportunity to talk to him was a good one, the great mech seeming to be nervous as he glanced at his TIC though I elected to ignore that.
"Would you like to come with us? We could use another Bot on our team." The Prime said as he watched me intently to see what my immediate reaction would be to that, my optics tightening slightly though I stopped myself from doing much of anything else.
"I don't want to be a burden. I'm sure you can manage without me." I said with a soft yet sad smile as I turned down the offer before I could really contemplate, the small saboteur stepping forward with a kind smile as if he knew exactly why I said no so quickly.
"All of the aerial Bots are either dead or have disappeared. Another flying Bot could turn the tides of this war in our favor." Jazz said with a slight shrug though I knew that losing this war was straining on his spark, my own spark becoming heavy as my next words came to mind as more selfish than anything.
"Why do you assume I want anything to do with this war?" I said quietly though my indignant tone was just prominent enough for the black mech, his heavy pedesteps approaching me along with the slightly lighter ones of the medics.
"Because you're the reason there is one?" Ironhide said with an incredulous tone as if he couldn't believe that I would refuse to help, the medic scowling and cursing at him as he wacked him over the helm with a large wrench.
"Ironhide!" Optimus reprimanded as a tiny spark of anger entered his optics though it quickly disappeared, my servo on his arm taking all of his attention which caused me to immediately bring it back.
"No. He's right." I whispered and looked down at the ground as the crushing guilt of my mistakes smothered me, Bumblebee whirring softly as he set his servo on my leg and gently patted it in a form of comfort.
"Novastrike, this war is not your fault. You owe nothing to nobot." Optimus said as he shot an icy glare at his weapon's specialist who merely shrugged without care, the medic once again whacking him with his beloved wrench and letting a few more curses fly.
"Maybe not. But I owe it to myself to at least try and help end it." I said sternly as I looked up at him with a determined expression and jumped to the ground, Jazz patting me on the back with a broad smile before clapping his servos to get everybot's attention.
"Well that settles it! Prime, if you would do the honors." Jazz he said before turning towards me and giving me a quite small but encouraging smile, my own small smile coming to my faceplates as I nodded at him and looked at Optimus in wait.
"Thank you, Novastrike. Autobots, roll out!" Optimus barked out before transforming down to his alt form which happened to be a large automobile, the others following his lead as Bumblebee once again patted me for comfort before whirring happily.
"We rollin!" 'Bee shouted out before transforming and peeling out of the structure ahead of his comrades, the others following him before I was alone in the room which allowed me to take a deep breath.
"Here we go." I whispered before crouching and launching out of the hole in the ceiling that was letting light in, transforming quickly and shooting towards where the Autobots were racing across the wasteland. With a playful laugh I weaved in and out of their alt forms before keeping pace with the Prime, my attention quickly stolen from him when 'Bee shot past me with a challenging yell from his form.
"You little aft." I muttered before shooting past Optimus and steadily coming up on the little yellow automobile, it's engine rumbling in challenge before it shot forward once again and passed me almost smugly.
"Can't catch me, sweetspark." I heard in the wind as he moved steadily farther ahead of me while dust kicked up from his tires, a smirk metaphorically crossing my faceplates before I shot up to him with a born speed.
"I'm not trying to. Let me know how my afterburners look… sweetspark." I said and with that I left him in the dust when I shot to twice the speed he was going, horns blaring as the Bots let me know that they enjoyed the show they had just witnessed. With a laugh I shot up into the sky high above the tallest buildings that Iacon would ever hold, my frame transforming into my bipedal form as I looked down at the mechs I would be stuck with.
"I could grow to like this." I whispered with a smile before closing my optics and allowing myself to free fall peacefully, Optimus horn blaring in warning that turned into worry when I approached the ground quickly. A mischievous smile crossed my faceplates before I suddenly moved into my alt form, Jazz's laugh reaching me at the scare that I gave them before I shot ahead to be with 'Bee.
"Ever scouted before?" he said roughly and slowly as he struggled to use his voice that still needed to be worked on, a nod leaving me when we both became bipedal before he grinned and led me into the city.