DreadWing glanced worriedly at SkyKnight. The femme had not reacted to the fact the aerialbot had called her a human name. In fact, she had barely reacted at all to him, instead focused solely on helping him drag the unconscious frames back to the brig.
"SkyKnight." She hummed, glancing to him and adjusting her grip some.
"Yes?"
"What is going through your processor?" She was silent, Save for the small flick in her wings as they turned a corner for the brig.
"Nothing." His optic ridge rose, his scanners pinged her telling the truth, even if his spark told him otherwise.
"Don't lie to me femme." She gave a snort at him, and shot a glance to him. Ruby and stormcloud clashing brightly.
"What is going through my processor is why Lord Megatron is allowing these mechs to live when their own faction is clearly not going to come and rescue them." That... Was far too Decepticon from the exhuman. Her optic ridge raised at him, watching him stare at her with a look she could only describe as shock.
"What's going through your processors." Shaking his head, the seeker pushed forwards to the brig. Instantly tossing each mech into a cell while the femme gently set each one in.
"You do not strike me as the kind of bot to say something like that." She stopped, staring at him confused even while the bars activated and locked the prisoners inside their cells again.
"What kind of mecha do I strike you as then?" He paused, staring at her before turning his back.
"The Autobot kind."
~SPARKS TRAPPED IN DARK~
When Jazz came back awake, the first thing were the confused stormcloud and ruby optics staring at him from the darkness. He recognized the color, and felt his spark soar in relief at the site of her.
"Why did the flyer call me Skylar?" Right, the two had said her memories were gone. Skylar, was gone.
"It's a human name. Skylar was a human friend of ours, she got caught too but megsy says that she's dead. Ah believe otherwise." Her optics brightened, and she stepped into the light. His intakes hitched at her frame.
It was slim, slimmer then his friend Arcee, though she had a soft curve for hips, and a semi wider chassis. Her helm was sharp, and it held familiar curves and random pieces of purple like the two wheeler. her crest was longer, and sharper. Her claws mimicked StarScream's, even if her shoulders were smaller and her cockpit settle from her waist line up to just bellow her chassis. She was a soft shade of purple, and a soft shade of blue. If it had a name, he's not sure what to call it. Her wings were the only thing not proportioned to her body. They were large, but slim and sharp.
In short, the exhuman turned into a beautiful femme seeker.
"Why would you believe that this Skylar is alive?" He smirked some at her, and relaxed back against the cool metal.
"Ya'll already know that, don' yeah?" Her entire frame slumped. Optics dimming to looking offline, if it weren't for the glowing ruby.
"... I don't know. I am told nothing of my past." He snorted, and pushed he up slowly, heading over to grip the energon bars for stability.
"Ya'll kept the gunmetal blue didn' ya? Ain't that enough of a reason?" She took a step back, optics and face plates twisting in confusion. Without another word, she turned and bolted. Heavy steps echoing through the brig as he smiled. At least he had planted the questions in her mind now. Hopefully it was only a matter of time before she went digging in her head.
~SPARKS TRAPPED INDARK~"Do you ever have questions?" The predacon twisted his helm around to look at SkyKnight, Shockwave was putting the last few touches to his new brethren still developing in wait for the Groundbridge again.
'sometimes. I try and not think of it.' He answered softly. She nodded in agreement. Leaning closer on his neck to speak softer to him. He turned forwards, but kept his hearing to her voice.
"An Autobot called me Skylar earlier. I don't know why, but one of the prisoners told me that it was a human friend of there's... He's planted the idea in my subconscious that I WAS Skylar." He stopped at that, gold optics blinking some before he twisted to look at her.
'Is that possible?' She gave an unsure shrug.
"I don't know King. It's why I'm questioning my existence, questioning who i really am. I'd like to know, but I fear learning about it." He rumbled, tail curling forwards to her some in a sign of comfort.
'Don't we all?' She smiled against his plating and looked forwards as the ground bridge opened.
"SkyKnight, If you will go first." She nodded, giving a soft rub to the predacon's neck before stepping out towards the ground bridge.
'I will see you on the other side SkyKnight.'
