Part U4 – Armada soul flier

Part 4 – Armada soul flier

Each day, Raptor's strength and capabilities slowly increased, as her overworked internal repair systems and eager minicon 'repair teams' – finally began to catch up. By the third day, she was able fly – her engines and radar fully functional again. Red Alert noted, and understood the reasons behind her putting the repair of her 'battle systems' as priority over the repair of her communications arrays – she knew she was in the middle of a war. But, that didn't make it any easier on the Autobots and kids, who all eagerly wanted to know her history!

To Speak..

Starscream watched her happily as the gray/green jet slowly roused from defragmentation. They were still sharing his quarters, since Raptor would not relax without a 'guard' – and Starscream was more than happy to oblige! The Autobots just don't understand what it's like to be a Decepticon! He thought smugly to himself. Always on guard for that next attack!

He wondered if her systems were more badly damaged than she let on, since she hadn't forced him into anything. For the Decepticons of this dimension only know pleasure as a violent form, with rape, sadism and domination being integral parts of that unspoken part of their social structure. And this femme, though seemingly interested in him – had not bothered to force herself upon him. Or maybe femmes are different than males? The bright red Seeker mused. He had absolutely no experience with a femme, so this was new territory for him.

Her optics lit up as she activated them, then she turned her head to meet the gaze of her 'guardian'. "Enjoyed your nap?" he asked her, propping himself up on his side.

Her warm smile made his power core surge!

"Hmmm," she sighed, testing her voice processor. Everything seemed to be functioning properly now. She reached over and ran her fingers lightly along his thruster, which was up on his shoulders. Transformers are built so – alien – in this dimension! She mused to herself. She noticed the shiver he was trying to hide at her unconscious touch. A smile crossed her lips as she knew his interest. "I must thank you Scream, you've been so – understanding." she said her voice low and sensual.

Damn she's got a nice voice! he noted to himself, his interest in her deepening. Wait a second! Her voice processors have been repaired! His optics opened wide in surprise. "Um, good to see your, ah, communications arrays are, ah, now working!" he awkwardly ran over his words in almost juvenile nervousness.

She thought he was rather cute in his nervousness. Unlike the Decepticons of her home dimension – she sensed in him a deep yearning for acceptance and respect. So, almost human! She thought with a bit of a start! She didn't think he was the type to handle her normally very straightforwardness nature towards overloading – he'd probably run out of the room with his nerves! So she chose a 'more human' tact.

Her hand was still lightly on his thruster, so she moved it along his wing tip. Eliciting a definant shudder! She smiled. "Transformers are built so differently in this dimension, so intriguing in your complexity." she let the words roll deliciously off her tongue.

He was so engrossed in where her fingers were sliding; he barely caught the reference to dimensions. "Ahm, your 'dimension'?" he asked, as another slight tremor coursed through his air frame.

She ran her fingers lightly across his cheek, and seductively slid to where she was resting lightly on top of him. "We'll talk about that later." then she smiled. "I was wondering, how long has it been for you?"

Starscream looked up at her, in a sense dominating him – but not really. This was truly a strange way to go about pleasure – but – he did like it. It felt nice to actually be asked – instead of forced! He tried to give her his best 'seductive' smile. "Too long, and you?"

She answered him with her lips, and then taught him how to have pleasure without pain.

As they both rebooted from their joint overload, Scream wrapped his arms around the lithe femme on top of him. His half-open optics dancing with satisfaction. "Your forms of pleasure are so different!" he mumbled to her.

She propped herself up so that she could look into his crimson orbs. Tracing her finger lightly across his wing she agreed. "Maybe we should explore those differences further, in the time ahead?"

He looked at her, still a little in shock that she made suggestions – not demands. It feels so good – to be asked! He thought to himself, as he nodded agreement to her suggestion.

Comrades in Flight

They strode down the corridor together, chatting about this planet's air currents, and comparing it with different planets that they'd each flown. Not noticing that a small crowd of children and minicons starting following them – listening in on the aviator stories and jokes. Rounding a corner, they ran into the main group of Autobots, also having been listening to the Seekers' conversation.

"Good to see your now 100 percent!" Jetfire joked.

Raptor smiled at the white shuttle. "Sure am, and itching to stretch my wings!" Then she cocked her head. "Feel free to join us – if you think you can keep up!"

The Autobots all laughed as Jetfire decided to stand up to her challenge.

As the rest of the Autobots and the gang of children watched them on the monitors, the two Seekers and single shuttle played happily in the high-altitude winds.

Hotshot snorted. "I think you guys need to admit that I was right – 'old Starscream just needed a girlfriend!" Side Swipe snickered with him. The jokes about 'girls' began to fly – much to Alexis's dismay.

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