Warrior Star's spark was spinning peacefully in her chest for the first time in a very long time. Feeling Shadowfang reaching through the bond for her had surprised her momentarily but she had reacted quickly enough to get his attention before he retreated. She couldn't believe how happy she was, even after simply speaking with her brother. That and she was thrilled to learn that all three of her siblings were still online and that they had managed to keep in contact over the millennia since her exile.
Not everything fell apart…that is something, at least. She thought as she laid her head down, feeling all three of her brothers reaching through the bonds now to fill her with peace and strength as her optics dimmed and went offline. Recharge was calling out to the femme, and she was really too tired to resist. Having her brothers monitoring her helped her to relax a little more.
I will feel better in the morning…a good recharge solves most anything. She thought as a whisper reached her from Keystone.
Rest, Warrior Star. We will be there by the time you wake. His deep voice reverberated through her, and she smirked slightly as she fell into the welcome darkness of recharge.
Keystone always was the ringleader of those three…I can hardly wait to see how much they have grown… With that last thought running through her processor, she faded into recharge.
The weather and wind conditions where Warrior Star was were good. There was a light breeze stirring through the wildflowers near the small cavern she was hiding in, and some clouds scudded across the sky, keeping the sun from shining for too long and making things too hot. Up in the very upper limits of the atmosphere, though, it was a very different story.
The heavy, powerful atmospheric winds that controlled the wind currents all over the planet were enough to tear most human aerial vehicles to pieces. Cybertronian aerial 'Bots and 'Cons, however, were designed to take a thrashing, and most of them lived for the thrill of riding the heavy winds.
This particular mech was no different, flapping his huge, powerful wings as he skillfully rode the dangerous air currents, his spark spinning with adrenalin and something akin to happiness as he let his thoughts wander.
It has been far too long since I have flown, he thought, enjoying the feel of the wind blasting through his feathers as his sharp optics scanned the surface of the planet far below him, looking for nothing in particular as he rode the wind.
The mech's red optics gleamed as the sunlight flashed on the Decepticon badge etched on the top of his helm, the very lowest tip of the badge ending between his optics, almost like a tattoo, as he spotted something of interest on the ground and turned to investigate. He was an unusual color combination for a Decepticon, gold and a medium brown intermixing on his back before fading into a creamy sand color on his belly in his beast mode.
Turning expertly on the tip of one wing, the mech dove, cutting through the sky with ease as he went to investigate whatever it was that had caught his attention. Waiting until the last possible moment, he threw his wings out and back, braking hard and flapping several times before landing softly on two clawed feet and folding his wings. He cocked his head, finding himself staring at a massive pawprint, dug deep into the dirt as he searched his processor for any 'Bots or 'Cons that had a canine or feline beast mode.
Not Ravage…he's far too small for these tracks. Wrong shape too…must be more canine. No 'Cons on Earth have that kind of beast mode, and I don't recall there ever being a 'Bot with that type of beast mode either. Suppose I'll follow the tracks… With that thought, the mech flapped his wings enough to get him off the ground, and he followed the tracks calmly for several miles before he was forced to land again.
The mech found himself standing outside a small cavern, and even then, it was more like a spot in the rock that was dug out rather than being a legitimate cave. From the entrance to the very back wall, it was maybe fifty feet in depth and twenty feet in width. Even from where he was standing, the mech's red optics widened when he spotted a huge…thing curled in the very back. It was so long that both its head and its tail touched the sidewalls, and even then, it still had to curl to fit.
What in Primus's name… He took a cautious step closer, finally managing to identify what it was he was looking at, but not who.
A Cybertronian wolf…and a big one. Never seen this…femme? Femme before…who IS she? Still wracking his processor for an answer, he backed off, not wanting to risk waking the massive femme as he opened a comms link and waited.
::What do you want, featherbag?:: Came the harsh snarl of Ravage.
Ironic that YOU had to be the closest mech to me… The Predacon thought in resignation as he spoke.
::Reporting in, Ravage. Found something of interest on an overflight…need backup. Lots of it.:: The mech spoke, keeping a wary optic on the recharging femme as the feline Predacon shot back a rather snide reply.
::Did you find a kitty 'Bot that you can't handle, birdscum?:: The mech transformed into bi-ped mode, a soft snarl curling around his mouth plate as he took several pictures of the huge femme through his optics before forwarding them to Ravage with his next statement.
::No I didn't, kitty, but I did find this. Think you can handle this one? I am doubtful, because this wolf looks like she could tear Megatron down without trying.:: The silence that followed had the mech wondering, but Ravage's reply answered any questions he may have had.
::I take it back. I'll forward your information to Barricade…he'll be very pleased with what you found. We've been looking for this femme for a very long time…your mech creator will be happy with you. Ravage out.::
My mech creator is a disgrace…I don't give a slag if he'll be happy with what I found. Resigning himself to a long wait, the mech sat down on a nearby rock, still keeping an optic on the recharging femme as he let his processor wander. Then a slight tug from the bond with his mech creator caught his attention, just before Starscream's cold voice whispered through his audios.
You have made me very, very proud this day, my son. Well done, Moonflight.
A/N: I'm a couple days late on posting...my apologies. And yes, I decided to bring my 'Con into this...Moonflight was never seen in the previous story, he was merely mentioned. So, here he is! And yep, Starscream has a sparkling...ye gods.
Moonflight is a thunderbird in his beast mode, meaning that he has control of electricity and can shock the hell out of anyone he chooses. Wonder why he hasn't fried Ravage yet...
Warrior Star has been found...sleeping on the job, no less. She'll certainly regret that slight oversight on her part when she wakes up.
Thank you to my reviewers and followers! You guys make a writer's world keep turning! :)
As always, love if you will, hate if you must. I will take anything you care to dispense.
Until we meet again...
Kani
