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FANDOM: Bayformers
CHARACTER OR PAIRING: Optimus(/)Skywarp
PROMPT: Stalker
RATING: G; Skywarp's personality is based on his movie's toy.
REQUESTED BY: pellimusprime
When Optimus reached the signal, he was surprised it was not Bumblebee in dire crisis as it had suggested.
Rather, standing there, alone, in the middle of this desolate Arizona highway, was a Decepticon. Not an ordinary one; one of the most dangerous of breeds, a Seeker. This Seeker, however, Optimus did not recognize. While they all tended to look the same, this one had an unfamiliar paint scheme. Unafraid, the Seeker stood there, in his full glory. And just now did Optimus notice there wasn't a Decepticon insignia printed anywhere on his body.
The Autobot leader transformed. "I do not know how you managed to mimic my comrade's unique energy signature with such precision," he said, keeping cool as he stood, metal plates shifting into place. He did not equip his weapons, rather staying on the defensive. "Who are you and why have you summoned me here?"
The Seeker did not answer right away. He brought claws to his face, clicked them together. "I have been watching and studying you for quite some time, Optimus Prime," he replied, shifting neutral purple gaze between claws and the curious Autobot's face. His hand moved behind his back to join the other. "My designation is Skywarp. Your optics do not deceive you-I am not branded Decepticon. I am a neutral, one could say."
"I do not mean to cause you offense, Skywarp, but Seekers are commonly a Decepticon race. I am finding it hard to trust your words."
"Oh, of course. I would not believe me so easily if I were in your place as well," Skywarp assured. He stepped forward, his talons digging into the desert sand, back slightly hunched. Optimus stood his ground, fearless. "As I have said, I have been monitoring your activity for some time now. Give or take a few deca-cycles."
"You have been-"
"Stalking you?" Skywarp laughed deep in his throat. "No, that seems much too strong a word. No. Observing." He stroked at his chin. "Yes, that's much nicer. Observing."
Optimus squinted his optics. "Such activities would suggest spying-"
"Spies don't blow their cover like this, now do they?" Skywarp was smiling, somehow with those faceplates. He stepped right up to Optimus, giving him space just enough to deem comfortable. "For many vorns now, I have stayed out of your war, kept my toes out of the pool. Decepticons much too brutish and inempt, Autobots too proud and demanding. But the war-that which you left behind to fight another on this planet-it has ravaged my home, taken everything I've ever had and turned to ash."
"I am sorry," Optimus apologized, sincerely, "war has a habit of spreading, leaving nothing safe."
"The destruction was not brought by war, but by power hungry Decepticons," Skywarp scowled. "They found me a traitor for not allying myself with their cause. They stole my work, all my projects, destroyed my labs, tore down my home. And then they ripped me apart, leaving me for dead to burn in the hot sun for orns." His purple optics gave a bitter flicker as his hand touched his wing. "I thought I would never be able to fly again, let alone function as I am now."
Optimus frowned. "And so you have come to me... For what? To seek refuge? Asylum?"
"No. I told myself the war was not of importance, one that did not effect me personally, so I did not join. But as I laid there, on the verge of deactivation, I realized-I was afraid," Skywarp shifted aside with a scowl. "Yes, I was afraid. I will sacrifice enough dignity to confess this much. But after I watched in helpless paralysis as they burned down my home and all my life's achievements, my fear turned to hatred. And then I told myself..." His optics turned sharp on Prime. "The Decepticons would cause only more harm if they should succeed. You Autobots may be outnumbered when it comes to strength, but I have always admired those of wit and skill. And you..."
Skywarp paused and took Optimus's hand. He flinched, but allowed it. Skywarp brought the hand to his face, smiled up at him. "You have earned my respect and my loyalty," he purred, just as his optics turned a light shade of blue. He kissed the hand then looked back up to Prime. "So, tell me: how does one become an Autobot?"
