Her father wasn't around much, but he did his best to visit her a lot as she waited for the all clear to get out of the medical bay. She could walk in a mostly straight line now, and she wasn't tripping over her own feet so clearly the damage done to her processor was starting to heal.
Ratchet told her she'd have to wait just a little longer, whilst Spitfire and Nightwire stayed off patrol to wait for her recovery.
Arcee was bedded up beside her, and Chromia beside Arcee which meant she always had some company. Even when the two of them drifted into fitful recharge somebody was there, be it Ironhide or one of the twins, or Bumblebee, there was always somebody there for her to speak with.
"Ironhide," Ratchet scathed for the millionth time since Chromia had been found "I know you're worried but she's been through an ordeal and needs space to rest without you hovering over her."
Ironhide stayed resolute, and refused to leave the bay despite Ratchet's, and even Spitfire's, best efforts.
Chromia was never awake for these moments, Ratchet wasn't so insensitive to do that, but Starblast was pretty sure she knew anyway.
Sunstreaker snuck in once Ratchet left, and came to sit on the end of her berth. He visited her a lot, not that she minded the company, but she was starting to get a bit worried.
He and Sideswipe hadn't been right since they got back, their relationship was becoming strained and Starblast knew they needed each other. Twins couldn't survive without the other there and their sparks connected.
"Hey Star, how's the balance coming along?" He asked teasingly, he'd been there when she'd fallen flat on her aft and although he'd been concerned at the time, he now mocked her about it relentlessly.
"Ratchet says I'll be out of here soon enough Sunspot, then I'll get you."
He scowled at the nickname, but didn't say anything about it. He'd been pretty timid when they first got back, but he was becoming his old self more and more now that he was going to Ratchet for therapy.
Private therapy that Spitfire had in no way told her or Nightwire about.
He didn't have anything else to say it would seem, and she shared a look with Arcee across the berths.
"How is Sideswipe?" She asked, and his whole body seemed to sag downwards.
"Dunno…haven't seen him all day."
Ironhide winced at how small Sunstreaker sounded, but Starblast just kicked him on the back of the helm with a chiding scowl.
"Then go find him afthead, things wont get better unless you do."
He rubbed his helm with a sparkling pout, but she kept up her scathing look until he relented and agreed to go speak with his brother. She smiled, and he hugged her before he left with a wave to Ironhide and Arcee, who both looked amused.
"You've got him wrapped around your digits." Ironhide chuckled, rubbing Chromia's arm as her recharge became fitful.
Arcee was clearly impressed.
"How did you do it?"
"Well Cee, it took a lot of time and patience but I was resolute in my plan to tame the twin-"
"By Primus, your ego is almost as bad as his."
The femmes laughed at him, and he let them. Arcee was allowed to get away with anything right now after all she had endured, and Starblast could get away with anything forever because she'd brought Chromia home. Even if she had fitful recharges, he thought as Chromia whimpered, she was still here in his arms and that was all that mattered.
He could help her, and he would.
Arcee drifted off pretty quickly after that, and Starblast went quiet as she pondered. Her mind drifted to Elita-One, and that slim bit of hope that made her believe she was alive.
Optimus had always acted like she was his and Elita's daughter, and because of this she felt like Elita was truly her mother and not just another lost femme. Not just a ghost she'd heard about but never met, she felt like she had a connection to what was possibly a dead spark.
There was a clang to her right, and she saw that Ironhide's head was now resting on Chromia's berth, he had fallen into recharge. He'd been here almost constantly since Chromia got back, his back must have been killing him from sleeping in a chair for so long.
Starblast saw and opportunity to clear her head, and she took it. Moving slowly and carefully, and giving Spitfire a warning across the bond the three of them shared, she crept out of the medical bay and through the base.
She made it all the way to the Spire without being noticed, and she came to a stop before the Cube.
The Spire was the tallest most fortified building in all of Iacon, as it housed the Cube in all it's glory. The Cube was huge, if she, Nightwire and Spitfire all joined hands and tried to wrap around it, they still wouldn't be able to encompass it.
The building itself was built like a spire, (hence the name) with great stairways twisting around it right up to the top where it opened up to the sky. Other than a few guards, the Spire was practically empty, even the cons didn't dare attack here. It was holy ground.
"You know I haven't spoken to you in while have I?" She asked aloud, staring up at the Cube, the guards ignored her, many bots came here to ask for wisdom from the Cube so she wasn't exactly unusual.
The speech might have confused them, but she didn't care about that.
"That's because I had a goal, get out onto the field and save lives. I can do that now, and I don't have a goal."
The Cube didn't answer.
"You never told us what we had to do, just that it was important, so I'll tell you what I want o do."
She didn't hear the doors slide open, didn't see Prowl as he stood by the door, silently watching her as she opened her spark to the Cube.
"I want to change it. All of it. I'll start here on Cybertron, I'll stop Megatron from ripping Bee's voice box out."
Prowl began recording the conversation she was having with the Cube, he never understood what it meant but maybe, maybe one day he would.
"Then, somehow I want to get everyone to Earth. Not just the ones in the movies, but as many as possible. Then I want to stop everyone dying."
She waited, for something, anything…but the Cube was silent. She sighed heavily.
"You know, just once, you could help us instead of yourself." She glared "Selfish git."
Prowl wasn't sure was a 'git' was, but he was pretty sure she shouldn't have been saying to the Cube…except the Cube rumbled, and Prowl heard it, Prowl could hear the Allspark.
"You amuse me little one, you have done so well and with so little instruction, as I have been unable to guide you on your mission."
Prowl was stunned, Starblast had a mission from the Allspark? Little Starblast? One of the youngest femmes, if not the youngest femme (they never did find out exactly who was the oldest) on Cybertron, has a mission from the Allspark?
"I get it, you're weak right now, and you're trying to save yourself and the planet ultimately for us." She shuffled, unsure of herself and the least confident Prowl had ever seen her look "I just want to do well, I just want to save them."
"That is up to you little one, you are one of my children, as are your sisters, and you know deep in your spark what must be done."
Starblast nodded, understanding whatever instruction she had been given and Prowl just continued to watch what must have been the most incredible conversation he had ever had the joy of witnessing.
"What if I can't do it? What if my sisters and I just can't do it?" She looked so small beneath the Allspark and he crept around the stairs to hide underneath, he'd come to speak with the Allspark himself but he didn't think he should let Starblast know he was here.
Something, probably the Allspark actually, told him that this was a secret, that he shouldn't share this with anyone.
"You are so young and yet so old, and you, just like your father, were picked by one of the great thirteen Primes. Just as your sisters were chosen, and one day you will reflect that, maybe not in the way you want but you will." The tone changed, softening, becoming gentle for her, maybe he could feel her insecurity it really wouldn't surprise him.
"I don't doubt their choices, little Starblast, little Old Soul…I will speak with you again, I will speak with all of Cybertron when the time is right, until then, follow your spark."
The Allspark lingered for only a second, and then Prowl knew it was gone, knew that that ancient power had gone back to wherever it rested. Starblast reached up, only to trace one of the many sigils carved into the Allspark, the words lost to them, and then she let her hand drop.
"Alright then Star," She muttered to herself "you've got some work to do."
He waited for her to go, and then stepped out from where he had hidden beneath the stairs and looked up at the Cube, he felt like she wasn't the only one with a mission.
"I'll guide them," He told the Allspark "I'll make sure they're heard."
He turned, but he didn't miss the Allsparks final words.
"Thank you."