#33 - New Faces
Part 3: Lost and Found
A few days later, Starfeather was left guessing as to why Terrorsaur was taking her back up north, though not as far as where the latest pod had fallen. The trip had been quiet for the most part except for when she had been begging for him to tell her where they were going. He hadn't said a word, only gave her a mischievous look. She had finally decided to play along and followed him without bugging him. When he landed unexpectedly, she circled back and landed beside him. He stretched out his wing and directed her attention to the scenery. She looked and her breath was swept away. From above, it hadn't been as impressive, hidden by the haze hanging in the cold air. Now, standing in the middle of it, she could better see the sparkle of the stars on the surface of the frozen lake. The snow and icicles were turned to quicksilver in the moonlight.
"It's beautiful," she breathed. She turned back to Terrorsaur, delight reflected in her raven eyes. He smiled.
"I thought you'd like it, but this is only half of it." He shifted to robot form and she followed suit. He took her hands and looked into her gleaming face. "Pick a song."
"A song?" Starfeather was confused. He nodded.
"Any song, just make it slow-paced."
"Okay..." She thought for a moment, wondering what exactly he had up his proverbial sleeve, but did as he asked and thought of a slow-paced song. "Now what?"
"Do you have your blue thingy?"
"My iPod?"
"Yeah, that thing."
"What are you going to do?" she asked, taking it from her subspace.
"Select the song you picked and give it to me," he instructed. She gave him a curious stare before doing so and handing him her prized possession. He took it and shifted his fingertip so that he could access the device's memory. After downloading the song that was shown on screen, he handed it back to her. Starfeather continued to give him a curious look.
"Terrorsaur, what are you doing?"
"Just hang on," he muttered as he took something from his subspace and inserted his finger into it. When he finished uploading the song file onto it, he set it on the ground and turned up the volume. When Starfeather heard the music begin to play, she guessed it was a sort of blu tooth speaker. But why?
"May I have this dance?" he asked, bowing to her and holding out his hand for hers. She flushed and giggled, but curtsied as best she could.
"Why, certainly," she replied, taking hold of his hand. Terrorsaur held Starfeather where Airazor taught him to and began waltzing with the raven in time to the music, gradually moving toward the frozen lake, soon reaching the frosty edge.
What would I do without your smart mouth
Drawing me in, and you kicking me out
Got my head spinning, no kidding, I can't pin you down
What's going on in that beautiful mind
I'm on your magical mystery ride
And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright
My head's underwater but I'm breathing fine
You're crazy and I'm out of my mind
Terrorsaur guided Starfeather over the ice, smooth as glass. She almost lost her footing a few times, but he was there to hold her up. She actually only had a vague idea of how to dance, but the waltz wasn't too hard. Besides, this was fun and very romantic.
'Cause all of me loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
'Cause I give you all, all of me
And you give me all, all of you
Ooohh
As Terrorsaur listened to the lyrics, he gave Starfeather a wiry look.
"Any more songs like this on that iPod?"
"Yeah, but I really like this one right now," she replied with a grin and gave him a peck on the cheek.
How many times do I have to tell you
Even when you're crying you're beautiful too
The world is beating you down, I'm around through every move
You're my downfall, you're my muse
My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues
I can't stop singing, it's ringing, in my head for you
Their style of skate dancing morphed from a waltz to more of a tame form of swing, especially when the emotion in the song intensified.
My head's underwater but I'm breathing fine
You're crazy and I'm out of my mind
'Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
'Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all, all of you
Give me all of you
Terrorsaur would hold on tight to her hand when she pulled back to swing around him. Then he would twirl her around in a tight spiral. She giggled coming out of it, desperately clinging to her sense of balance. He took her around the waist and tossed her up. She made the motion of flying before coming back down into his arms. They went faster over the lake, weaving back and forth. They broke away from each other, continuing to zigzag toward and away from each other.
Cards on the table, we're both showing hearts
Risking it all, though it's hard
'Cause all of me loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
They locked their hands together and spun around, faster and faster, then let go again, spinning on their own before coming back together. They went slow again as the song came to a close.
'Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you
I give you all, all of me
And you give me all, all of you
Ooohh
When the music stopped, so did they. Terrorsaur took the personal speaker from his back and put it away while Starfeather fixed him with a playfully suspicious glare, arms crossed.
"Where did you learn to dance like that?" she demanded.
"Oh..." He turned away from her and headed for the bank. "A little birdy taught me."
She concluded that he either had no idea what he was doing just now or Airazor taught him. She hummed to herself at the mental image of the falcon teaching him to dance as she followed him back to the shore.
"I'll have to thank that birdy if I find her," she said. He laughed, but didn't turn around until she caught up to him. They went and sat under the nearest tree to watch the moons travel through the midnight sky. After a while, Terrorsaur turned to her.
"What do I say to you exactly?" he asked. Starfeather was confused.
"Um, I love you?"
"Well, yeah that, but isn't there something..." He tried to piece together what he was trying to say. "What do I say to you for your birthday?" Now she understood what all this was about.
"Oh, you say 'happy birthday' and give me a piece of cake."
"I don't have any cake..."
"Hey, you're sweeter than any cake in the world," she cooed and kissed his cheek. That seemed to perk him up and he grinned at her. "Thank you."
"Happy birthday, Star," he said, ruffling the feathers on her helm with his hand.
"Hey!" she squealed, fending off his hand and franticly smoothing her feathers back out. He suddenly got an idea.
"Hang on," he muttered as he brought his hands to her face and felt up her jawline between her faceplate and helm, feeling for something. She pulled away with a squeak.
"Stop, that tickles." She rubbed her jaw free of the uncomfortable sensation. "What were you doing?"
"Hold still and I'll show you," he replied and felt the sides of her face again. She strained to hold still until she heard a soft click and her head suddenly weighed less. She watched the amazed and admiring look that came over him.
"Look at yourself," he murmured. Feeling strange and curious all the same, she did so. Going to the lakeshore, she scraped away the snow and gasped at her reflection on the ice. Something fell into her face and she swung her head to get it out the way, something she hadn't needed to do in the longest time. She didn't believe it was real until she ran her fingers through it. Silvery blue fibrous strands had been concealed beneath her helmet this whole time. Her 'hair' was exactly the same style bob as it had been when she was human. She looked back at Terrorsaur.
"Why didn't you show me sooner?" she wondered. He shrugged.
"I didn't think of it sooner. Now, if you're done admiring yourself..." Starfeather came back and gave him a hug and a kiss to thank him for showing her this.
"How did you know I had this?" she asked. He smiled as he teased with the strands by her face.
"All femmes have filaments. Some don't wear their helmets and flaunt their filament styles, but those are usually upper-class femmes or models," he explained.
"I'm never going to stop learning about this race, am I?" she asked, leaning into his hand. Terrorsaur chuckled as he ruffled her 'hair'.
-x-
The computer told her that she could emerge now. She heard the latch click and the door opened slightly, briefly hissing with the pressure. An icy draft surrounded her already shaking form despite the thick white coat of fur she now possessed. Lifting her nose, she sniffed the icy winds, shocked by new scents that she could never have smelled before. It was all so new and thrilling. Too bad she was too scared to really appreciate it.
Deciding that she might be able to find help, she stood up, trying out her new paws. Slowly, she crept out from the pod. Frozen water flakes and freezing wind blasted her face. She shrunk back, but tried again and stepped outside her refuge. White was all she could see all around her. There were no buildings, no statues or monuments, no vehicles, and no people. She suddenly felt as tiny as a nanoroach. She huddled in the snow and wrapped her new fluffy tail around herself. She sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her paw.
"Momma," she whimpered. "I'm sorry I snuck off. P-please... come get me."
-x-
A day or so later, another stasis pod was coming down. Fortunately, it was in Maximal territory. However, Optimus knew that this wouldn't stop Megatron. The Maximal leader chose the same tactic as the last time, taking everyone on the recovery mission. The pod had landed in a rainforest. Travel was slow going for the ground units. To compromise this problem, Optimus suggested that he and the fliers carry the lightest of the ground units while the others caught up. Of course, the only ones that could rationally be carried were Rattrap, Cheetor, and Tigatron. Optimus, Terrorsaur, and Waspinator couldn't fly as fast with passengers, but the whole team was moving much quicker than before.
Airazor and Starfeather went on ahead. When the femmes got there, they saw that the pod had landed safely rather than crashing and was activating on its own. A colony of bright blue hummingbirds buzzed around in agitation at being disturbed. The pod scanned one of the little birds and soon enough, the hatch burst open. A much larger blue hummingbird zoomed out and up from the pod, spiraling high into the sky. Airazor and Starfeather watched as it came back down and stopped suddenly, hovering in mid-air before them like a helicopter.
"Hiya!" it greeted in a high female voice and looked down at herself. "Wow, this alt. is awesome." She looked back at the two Maximal birds. "Yours' aren't bad either. I'm Bluesprite, aerial scout unit. Who are you guys? My memory's a little foggy."
"Bluesprite?" Starfeather repeated. If this was the Bluesprite she was thinking of, Terrorsaur was in for a surprise.
"Don't wear it out," Bluesprite chirped and looked around. "So... where is everybody?"
"They should be right behind us," Airazor answered, glancing back the way they'd come. "I'm Airazor by the way, and this is Starfeather."
"Nice to meet you," Bluesprite bowed her head. "Okay, so... what's going on? Where's Optimus?"
"Apparently, he has not made his dramatic appearance yet, yes," a new deeper voice joined in. Bluesprite whirled around while the two other birds leaped from their perches, transforming to robot mode in the process. Megatron chuckled darkly as the rest of his men lined up behind him.
"You lost, Megatron. The pod was activating when we got here," Airazor scowled, pointing her wrist-mounted arrow missiles.
"True enough." The Predacon leader titled his head to one side. "But I can still destroy it, along with the two of you. Predacons: attack!"
Airazor and Starfeather drew back just as Optimus, Terrorsaur, and Waspinator arrived with Rattrap, Cheetor, and Tigatron. Bluesprite, on the other hand, soared up straight into the sky. Despite not having the slightest inkling about the situation, she had only one solution and that was to shoot this weirdo named Megatron and help beat off his gang.
"Bluesprite: Maximize!" she commanded. Her bird body opened up and folded its self back and around. She flipped herself over and, with her transformation complete, she pulled out a laser rifle and activated her shoulder cannons. She looked almost identical to Terrorsaur besides her being blue where he was red.
"Look out boys 'cause here I come!" she shouted, bright green optics flashing, before diving down into the fray. The Predacons were shocked by the new Maximal's aggressiveness to match Deltasurge. Combined with the rest of the Maximals, Megatron wisely called it quits and retreated.
With the threat gone, Bluesprite received a handshake and proper explanation from Primal. However, during the introductions, Terrorsaur shrank back subtly and the hummingbird gave Waspinator a weird look.
"Say your name again," she requested.
"Um... Wazpinator glad to meet blue Bird-bot?" the wasp repeated his greeting uncertainly. The next thing he knew, he was knocked onto his back on the ground in a neck-breaking hug.
"Greenbug, it's you!" Bluesprite exclaimed. "I missed ya so much, lil' bro!"
"Man, how many sibling's do you guys have?" Rattrap said, dumbfounded for a moment. This earned a few chuckles from the other Maximals.
"Sizzy-bot get off Wazzpinator, pleazzze," Waspinator choked out.
"Oh, sorry." Bluesprite got up and helped her younger brother to his feet. "So, how'd you end up here? I don't remember your name on the mission roster."
"I do hate to interrupt," Optimus said. "But there will be plenty of time to catch up once we return to base."
With that, everyone reverted to their beast forms and began the trek back to base. Bluesprite could hardly contain herself. She zipped to and fro, looking at every plant and rock. She had never seen pure organic plants in this magnitude or this big before. The trees fascinated her; they were huge! Waspinator played as her silent shadow and Tigatron followed her as well, telling her what he knew about the landscape.
"Hey, why are you hiding?" Starfeather quietly asked Terrorsaur. "I thought you said Bluesprite was your sister?" She was confused about his shy behavior. Currently, he was doing his best to hide behind herself and Airazor.
"She is," he hissed back. "But I'd rather not have her recognize me... Not yet, anyway."
"Why?"
"Because..." He fought for an answer that he thought would satisfy her and stop further discussion on the subject. "Because I don't want to have to deal with her just yet. At least not in front of everyone." Starfeather could understand that. She nodded in acknowledgment and said no more.
-x-
She was freezing. Even her fur, which was thick and comforting, still didn't keep her completely warm. She couldn't remember ever being so cold or so hungry in her short life. She was starving and if she didn't get energon soon, she knew she would shut down and might never come back online. To make things worse, it felt like she was being stalked by the very animal she had for her beast mode. She could see it through the snow, only for a second. It would stare at her, then vanish into thin air. She did not know this, but the other animal she thought she was seeing was her beast mode instincts beginning to take over her processor. She had not transformed into her robotic form once since she came out of her pod.
"Momma, please!" she cried from where she was curled up into a tight ball inside the stasis pod. "I'm here, come find me..." She had been taught all her life to stay put if she got lost and if she was hurt, to call for help. Yet her small, quaking voice was lost in the relentless tundra winds.
-x-
"I'm amazed that your memory circuits are still intact," Rhinox commented after he had run a routine systems scan on Bluesprite. He then turned to Airazor. "You say her pod activated on its own?" Airazor nodded confirmation.
"Was that supposed to happen?" Starfeather asked.
"Yes, if it and the protoform inside were undamaged and if it detected active Maximal units nearby," Optimus answered. Starfeather nodded, but Bluesprite had a question.
"I'm sure this is all fascinating and whatnot, but I'm still confused. How did Greenbug- I mean, Waspinator, end up here with us? Last I knew, he was a clerk at Oilslick's Ship Yard."
There was an indignant grumble from the wasp at the other end of the room, but he offered no explanation so Optimus offered it. Starfeather, on the other hand, was thinking about the hummingbird's last statement. She wondered what everyone else used to do before this whole thing.
"So... who's Terrorsaur then?" Bluesprite's voice cut into the raven's thoughts. "Just some other random mech Mega-wannabe picked off the street?"
"Yes, actually," Terrorsaur answered, warping his voice so it sounded low, not looking at her. "Gotta problem with me?"
"Sort of..." Bluesprite stared at him. He continued to glare at the floor near his feet, hoping that his features weren't recognizable from that angle. She continued to stare at him, leaning closer as she looked deeper. Her face almost mirrored his own. "You seem familiar."
"I've never seen you in my life!" he retorted, backing away and holding his hands up defensively.
"What Terrorsaur talking about?" Waspinator asked. "Terrorsaur should know sizzy bot."
"Waspinator, don't-" The pterodactyl braced himself. That's when it clicked in the blue femme's head. A wide grin of pure childish joy dawned on the blue femme's face.
"ROSEJET!" she shrieked and leaped at her twin brother. Terrorsaur tried to move out of the way and make a run for it, but he was too slow. In a nanoklick, he was on the ground being smothered to death in a breakneck hug. Some of the others were laughing and snickering, at the spectacle mostly, but what Rattrap was laughing at was what Bluesprite had called Terrorsaur.
"Rosejet?!" the rodent managed to say between laughing fits. "Your name was Rosejet? Hahahahahahahaa!"
Terrorsaur's face was turning red, not only because he was angry and embarrassed, but also because he wasn't getting any air.
"Choking... not breathing..." he squeaked. Bluesprite, on the other hand, was perfectly content.
"Mmm, Rosy, I can't tell you how worried me and mom were when you vanished," she said, giving him a little squeeze. "I missed you soooooo much!"
"Hahaha! Rosy!" Rattrap was beside himself now, rolling on the floor. He was laughing so hard, he was snorting. Cheetor was getting ready to fall down beside him.
Terrorsaur had enough. He worked up all his strength and tore from Bluesprite's arms, throwing her off of him. He glared down at her. This was exactly why he hadn't wanted her to recognize him yet.
"Don't ever call me that again!" he shouted before he rounded on Rattrap and Cheetor. "And stop laughing before I tear both your miserable heads off!"
"Terrorsaur, stand down," Optimus ordered calmly, having contained his own chuckles to take control of the situation.
His ego dented, Terrorsaur stormed out of the control room. Starfeather watched him leave, as well as Waspinator and Bluesprite, with a sense of remorse. Bluesprite got up and went to follow, but stopped when she felt someone grab her wrist.
"A lot has happened to him since you last saw him," Starfeather said, trying to comfort the hummingbird. "Just give him some space and let him cool off." Bluesprite looked from the empty hallway and back to the femme beside her and nodded, looking like a child who had just been denied a cookie.
-x-
A few days later, Bluesprite approached Terrorsaur and offered him an apology. He said nothing for a few moments. He simply gazed at her, his resentment melting away as he studied her more closely. She looked almost nothing like he remembered. The only thing that had stayed the same over the years was the youthful liveliness that resided in her green optics and her paint job. Her face was white and angular like his and wherever he was red, she had blue. She had grown tall and lithe as well. As much as he hated to admit it, he had missed her too. He looked down.
"Apology accepted," he mumbled. Bluesprite squealed with delight and hugged him, though not as desperately as she had a few days ago. Terrorsaur moved to protest, but sighed and grudgingly hugged back.
Starfeather smiled from where she was hiding as she watched them. She glanced down at Waspinator who was crouched by her feet. He was smiling too and biting back his pleased giggles.
When they pulled apart, Bluesprite looked him over as if seeing him for the first time.
"Wow bro, it's been, what? ...8,500 stellar cycles? Damn... You're taller than me."
"You just now noticed?" He smirked.
"Yeah, kinda." She shrugged. "Anyway, could we go for a fly? There's so much I want to ask you."
"Well..." When it looked like he was going to say no, Starfeather stepped out from the shadows.
"Go on, Screechy," she said. "We'll cover for you guys while you have your brother/sister time."
"'Screechy', I like that," the hummingbird commented. Terrorsaur grumbled.
"'Least it's a better name than 'Rosy'."
-x-
Tigatron hadn't gone this far north in a long while. It was farther north than his or Moonscope's pods had come down, but he was detecting something. It was faint, but it was certainly Cybertronian. Snowstalker, his purely tiger traveling companion, was joining him on this treck. He was glad for the company as he followed the weak signal. He was surprised to find that the more he followed the signal, the stronger it became. Soon, he recognized it. It was a homing beacon from a stasis pod.
The beacon must have been garbled by the planet's magnetic field, he thought. Because of this conclusion, he figured that the Predacons would be no threat in this situation so saw no need to call for backup just yet. He would make sure the protoform was alright before taking it back to base.
After about an hour, Tigatron and Snowstalker had the stasis pod in sight only a few meters ahead. The distance was closed shortly, but they were met with resistance when they tried to get near the pod. An arctic fox was in front of the pod. The side of its body was pressed against the pod, its thick white fur was fluffed up to full capacity and its large ears were pinned back. Its fangs were bared at the tigers and its eyes were wide.
However, Tigatron could see that this creature was not angry, it was purely scared. It snarled viciously when he took a cautious step toward it, arching its back. Snowstalker could smell the fear and respectfully backed away. The scent from the white fox carried some of the same subtleties as Tigatron's and she knew better than to get involved in his business. Tigatron picked up on this as well and his only conclusion was that this fox had been the protoform.
"All is well, friend," he murmured, trying to soothe the tiny frightened Maximal hidden beneath the beast mode. It hissed at him in response and he realized that this Maximal must have been taken over by its beast form. "Access Maximal core consciousness," he commanded the computer. "Passcode: Tigatron."
"Passcode accepted," said the computer of the Maximal fox. She yelped in surprise, attempting to back into the open pod hatch.
"Hush, little one," Tigatron soothed, lying down to seem less of a threat. He could hear her confused thoughts, her pleas for help. He gently explained to her what she must do in order to become one with her beast form. He was initially surprised at how young she was. He didn't know that they had allowed occupants of the Axelon to bring their children with them. The fox concentrated for a moment before her computer announced that her programming block was deleted. She looked up at him, understanding now in her eyes and face.
"Thank you..." she said barely above a whisper. The tiger nodded.
"You are most welcome. Now tell me, what is someone of your age doing in a stasis pod on the Axelon?" he wondered. The young fox then explained to the best of her ability.
"My mom was one of the supervisors for those people being loaded into the pods on the ship. She brought me the day before the ship was supposed to leave so I could say goodbye to daddy. I got bored waiting for her to come back, so I decided to explore a little." She looked down guiltily and grudgingly continued her story.
"I wanted to see what it was like to be in a stasis pod, so I got in an empty one. The door shut and it all went dark..." She stopped there and began to shake, not only from the cold, but from her quiet sobs. Tigatron extended a paw and brought the smaller Maximal toward himself. She buried her face in his soft chest fur, relishing in the physical contact and comfort and warmth. He let the little femme get it out of her system before he asked her one more question.
"What is your name, little one?"
She looked up at him, her big ears twitching. "I'm..." She looked down at the ground as if looking for something to reassure her, then back up at him. "I'm Snowbelle."
"A pleasure to meet you Snowbelle. I am Tigatron and this," he said, flicking his tail to where his companion had made herself comfortable on a nearby snowdrift. "This is Snowstalker. She is purely a tiger."
Snowbelle nodded, gazing at the other white tiger in wonder. She soon looked back to Tigatron, confusion again clouding her vision.
"How did I get here?" she asked. "Where are we?"
"To tell the truth, I am unsure of what this planet is," he answered. He then went on to explain in terms that he hoped she would understand about Megatron's small rebellion group stealing the Golden Disc. The Axelon had been the only ship close enough to lock on to the Predacon ship's transwarp signature. Both ships crashed on this planet. However, prior to crashing, Optimus Primal had ordered that the stasis pods be ejected into the planet's orbit. At hearing the Maximal leader's name, Snowbelle's whole being lit up with excitement and hope.
"Daddy's here?" she asked eagerly. "Where is he? Can you take me to him? Why didn't he come find me?" It all came out so fast, Tigatron barely got a word.
"Slow down, little one. Who is your father?"
"Optimus Primal!"
-x-
"So, what you're saying is, you like her a lot."
"So what? It's none of your business!"
Terrorsaur and Bluesprite were flying in whatever random direction the winds took them, though they stayed away from Predacon territory. They had talked on this and that until Bluesprite mentioned that she thought she had seen him getting frisky with Starfeather. He had gotten defensive about it and she decided to press the issue. She had missed pushing his buttons.
"Okay, whatever..." The hummingbird paused dramatically. "You serious about her or what?"
"Serious how?" he demanded.
"I mean, are you serious about her?" she asked again. "You seem like you are. And your face does this thing everytime you talk about her."
"What of it?" he grumbled. Did he really make a face when he spoke of Starfeather?
"Well... Are you gonna ask her?"
"Ask her what?"
"You know what."
"No, I don't."
Bluesprite cleared her throat and horribly mimicked her brother's scratchy voice.
"Oh Starfeather, will you do me the honor in becoming my mate?"
"What!? Rawk!" Terrorsaur nearly fell out of the sky. He quickly regained himself and shot his sister an indignant glare as she laughed. "What makes you think I want to bond with her?" he snapped.
"Well," Bluesprite said after catching her breath. "You obviously care about her and she likes you too. Why not bond with her? You two make a cute couple!"
"She's not ready," he growled before his stance softened and he wistfully watched the ground flow below him. "And neither am I..."
"What makes you say that? I'm surprised she hasn't asked you before I did." The hummingbird eyed him. He sighed. Terrorsaur remembered how he could talk about anything with Bluesprite in the past. Even though she would get on his nerves, she would never make fun of him in front of anyone or tell anyone else when it was serious.
"Do you honestly think she would want to bond with someone after she was nearly raped by Megatron?" he demanded. Bluesprite stared at him, eyes wide.
"Oh, the poor girl..." she murmured.
"I don't want to force her into anything she's not ready for," the pterodactyl stated. "Besides, like I said... I don't think I'm ready for it either."
"And why not?" Bluesprite questioned. "Terrorsaur, you've changed. A lot. You've grown up. I haven't been here for very long and I can already see it. From what I've learned these past few days from Waspy and Optimus and Starfeather, you'd make a wonderful mate. Maybe even a wonderful father." At that, Terrorsaur stopped in mid-flight, transformed, and pointed a threatening finger at her.
"Stop right there," he ordered darkly. "Even if I ever do bond with Starfeather, I refuse to spark with her. I will not have any youngling that I am responsible for grow up and turn out to be like me; a disgrace to the Predacon and Decepticon name, and most of all, a disgrace to my heritage and family." Bluesprite also transformed into robot mode and put her hands on her hips.
"Don't think I don't know our history. You're no different than Starscream was during the Mini-con wars before he lost his memories. He realized that Megatron's way was wrong and sacrificed himself in the face of Unicron to save Cybertron, to save the Decepticons and Autobots, to save the humans..." She paused and brought her face closer to her brother's, green optics narrowed. "To save Alexis."
Terrorsaur said nothing for a long time. They glared at each other for several minutes until he finally took to his beast form.
"This conversation is over," he declared curtly and flew off, back to the Maximal base. Bluesprite watched him leave. She crossed her arms and looked really proud of herself.
"I bet three months tops until he proposes," she said to herself, a cocky expression on her white face.
AN: Song: All of Me by John Legend
