Title: The Day That Praxians Flew
Disclaimers: I in no way own Transformers. If I did, Sanctuarians would be a thing.
Warnings for depictions of violence, gore, and genocide (not until later chapters but still warning you)
Summary: After the revelation that Starscream is actually a legendary Autobot Spymaster, the whole Autobot command staff have more questions than answers. How did Highwind survive? What is his goal? What is Prowl's connection to him? Inquiring proccessors want to know, but the answer is a long one.
Notes: This is based on the G1 series. Please let me know what you think!
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Prowl's POV
"Highwind lost his wings in Vos. Even if he had survived his injuries, he would be driven insane without his wings!" Ratchet says. I nod. "Under normal circumstances, yes, he would have..." i say picking up a cube of seeker grade energon and I take a drink. Ratchet's optics go wide, as I expected, and he attempts to take the rest of the cube from me. "Prowl, that stuff is meant for Skyfire! your systems cannot handle the high energy content!" Ratchet says but Ironhide stops him from grabbing the cube. "Actually, I have went without for longer than I should have. I tend to forget that have thrusters when I no longer have wings to fly with." i say calmly and take another drink.
"What are you talking about, Prowl? You don't have thrusters!" Ratchet says. Ironhide chuckles. "Pretty good craftsmanship if even Ratchet can't tell the difference between basic leg components and thrusters" Ironhide says with a laugh. Ratchet looks from me to Ironhide trying to decide between talking or pulling out a wrench. "Should have figured you needed some seeker grade with the number of glitches you had recently" Ironhide says as Ratchet decides to sit back down. "Explain, Now" Ratchet says, his optics furious. I vent. "It is a long story. Will the medbay be fine without you for as long as it will take to tell?" I ask. Ratchet nods. "First Aid and Swoop can handle it. All minor injuries. I'm not moving until you explain why an important part of your blueprints and medical history was left out of your personnel file" he says putting his pedes up on the table to annoy me.
I vent as the others get comfortable. "The story I have to tell begins long before the war, before Autobots and Decepticons, before even the golden age of Cybertron. It begins in a city known as Vaxia, The City of Wings" I say. Optimus leans forward. "Vaxia was said to be a legend, a myth." he says but his optics betray a glint of interest that I haven't seen in them for a long time. "Vaxia was no myth or legend. It did exist." Ironhide says. Optimus and the others look at Ironhide. "I went there once with my creators. It was a glorious place, nothing like Vos" Ironhide says not denying that he is THAT old. "We are getting off topic, Vaxia was home to two kinds of seekers. One group looked like the seekers of Vos except their wings were more elegant and not built for speed." I say and take another drink of my energon.
"The second group of seekers were the Praxian Seekers. They were built for speed and often delivered packages around Cybertron. These seekers looked like the Praxians as you all know them. the only difference is that their door wings were positioned in the lower back under a pair of bladed seeker wings. Both groups treated each other as equals and Vaxia thrived. However, that started to change. Differences in the culture of the normal seekers and Praxian Seekers started to cause strife and damage on the relationships between the two groups." I say and sit dowm.
"That was when it was decided that the two groups would form their own cities. The Praxian Seekers agreed to form their own city since Vaxia was built more for flight frames then grounders. That is when Vaxia became known as Vos and Praxis was built." I say drinking the last of my energon. I watch the expressions on the faces of the others as they proccess this information. "I have never heard of a Praxian Seeker, and I'm pretty slagging sure that there was never any records of them." Ratchet says. "That's because of what the Senate did..." Ironhide says tightening his fists. "What do you mean, Ironhide?" Optimus asks reminding me of when he was just named a Prime and still learning the state of affairs, well, as much as the Senate would allow.
"It was almost a quarter of the way into the golden age...when Vos was attacked by a band of rogue Cybertronians, well, that was the public story. It was a hunt. The Senate ordered the removal of the wings of every seeker in Vos or their deactivation." I say my own fists tightening in anger. Vos called out to Praxis, its sister city for aid, and the Praxian Seekers answered with a fury that none could ever predict. The Praxian Seekers were the only beings capable of fighting a guardian in head on combat and survive. Their wings could detach and transform into energon edged swords, and they knew how to use them. If their blades failed them, they had the recall ability." I say looking down.
Jazz looks at me concerned. "Prowl, what is recall?" he asks almost to quiet to be heard. "Recall is an advanced weapons system that only the Praxian Seekers posessed. Recall allowed a Praxian Seeker to transform his or her servos and forearms into any weapon. This, however, had a couple of drawbacks. First, the user had to have seen a weapon or its blueprint in order to recall it. This meant that ones not well versed in weaponry did not have many or any weapons to utilize with the recall ability. Second, The recall ability uses an extreme amount of energy. Even the most trained Praxian Seekers could only recall five weapons at the most before forced stasis from low energy levels. It also meant that the longer the battle, the bigger the disadvantage to the Praxian Seeker." I say
To be continued...
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Author Notes: I was planning on this only being two chapters long, but it's getting pretty long. lol