Transforming into his tetrajet, Thundercracker flew into the city. Passing the large volcano and entering the flourishing airspace, he felt a perverse satisfaction at seeing the smaller organic fliers flee in panic when his large frame shadowed the sky above them. They would cower in fear at the sight of him, or he would teach them to.
Their meager weapon technology was nothing compared to him, and their electrical spears would only tickle and charge his systems with energy. They had nothing that could stop him from unleashing his wrath upon them.
Screams of fear filled the air as he flew towards the center of the city and the prison. The closer he got to his destination, the more militarized fliers entered the air in a futile attempt to repel and drive him away from the civilian populace.
He could so easily kill them, but he didn't. They weren't a threat to him and thus he ignored them as they flocked around him, using their pathetic weapons against his plating.
Finally hovering above the prison, blocking out the sunlight in a wide area surrounding the large building, his sensors picked up the frantic heartbeats from the guards gathered on the ground in front of it. Singling out his target among the group, he transformed slowly, his thrusters keeping him airborne as he looked down at the captain of the prison guard.
As he slowly descended towards the ground, many of the gathered fliers scrambled to not be crushed beneath him, and he knelt down on one knee to stare menacingly down at the light-grey Arcwing.
"I ask you one last time." He began in the native language, his wings spreading wide and high on his back as an ominous threat, "Where is she?!"
The captain trembled. His wings were lowered and flat against his back, while his wide eyes showed fear as he stared up at the imposing sight of the alien stranger crouching menacingly in front of him.
Nearly a breem of silence passed between them before Thundercracker impatiently reached down and lifted the organic, bringing him to optic-level. Holding the fragile frame in his servo, he carefully tightened his grip to prevent any sudden move as he rose to stand at his full height. In the flyer's current condition, he worried that the Arcwing might be too paralyzed with shock to use his wings should he make a sudden move to escape and topple off of the high-held servo.
"What is your designation?" He asked, gentler, in an attempt to ease some of the paralyzing fear. It didn't help him if the captain was too traumatized by the sight of him to answer his questions, and some friendliness might just make this easier for both of them.
Several long kliks passed, but then he heard the very faint, "Clearsky." Life slowly returned to the wide fear-filled brown optics, and he saw the flyer study him warily.
"Now, Clearsky. I know we have had a bad start, which mainly is my fault. All I want to know is where the executive is. I'm not going to hurt her, I just want to talk to her. Okay?" He explained, slowly, to make sure the captain understood his sincerity.
"I'm not here to hurt anyone." He added as reassurance.
He saw the brown optics offline and online in rapid session as the captain digested his words, the man's glossa nervously licking his lips.
"What are you?" Clearsky asked after a long moment, gathering all his courage to ask the question and daring a glance to the large blue expanses on the stranger's back. Were those wings?
"I'm a Seeker from the planet Cybertron." Thundercracker answered the question casually, noticing the glance to his wings. He flickered them and watched amused the surprise in the flyer's optics.
"And your purpose?" Clearsky added hesitantly. His eyes reluctantly left the 'wings' to stare down the rest of the stranger's large body.
"The executive." Thundercracker stated simply, not elaborating further.
The brown optics widened and for the first time they met his red gaze, fear still visible in them, but he saw curiosity as well.
"Why are you so interested in Moonwing?" Clearsky asked, confused. Why did the stranger focus so intently on the pale green Arcwing noble?
"That is a personal matter I only will discuss with her, which is why I need to see her. You keep stalling, what has happened? Where is she?" Thundercracker asked, strictly, canting his helm as he studied the slowly relaxing wings on Clearsky's back.
"She is probably in Vulcos right now. She didn't take your disappearance well, and when we entered, hearing her scream, we saw the condition she was in. Your show revealed a flaw in her treatment of the prisoners she visits and my fellow guard intends to use it to further his career. She had to leave immediately to try to arrive before him. I don't know what will happen if she doesn't succeed." Clearsky reluctantly explained, his wings trembling. Would the stranger strike out at him for this? He had stalled and had nearly killed the stranger's native form.
Thundercracker growled and his servo tightened slightly around Clearsky, but hearing the gasp of pain from the Arcwing, he eased it. "Sorry. I didn't intend to hurt you." He apologized, releasing the grip around the man completely to let him free in the center of his palm.
Clearsky rose to stand and he looked up at the stranger with a curious gaze. With the worst of his fear gone, he now took the time to study the other more clearly. He saw the worry so visibly displayed in the pale face and recognized the dimming of the strange eyes as another sign of feelings. Then he diverted his gaze and looked down, staring with wide eyes as he realized how high he actually was.
"Fire and sky forsake me, you are huge!" He uttered in his surprise.
"Do you want to be let down?" Thundercracker asked with a little smile.
Clearsky flapped his wings, sending a little shy smile in return, "No, I can manage."
"It seems that I will have to go to Vulcos. Care to follow and guide me?!" Thundercracker asked, glancing around. He knew some about the planet, but he had only been to this city. It wouldn't do to waste time trying to locate this other city, especially if the femme truly was in danger.
"It shouldn't take long for you to get there with your size, but I will escort you if you really want me to." Clearsky added as he nodded in consent, "I just need to talk to my subordinates and delegate some orders, but then I'm free to go with you." He explained, moving to jump off of the large hand and into the air, flapping his wings as he slowly began to descent.