Before anyone reads this chapter I'd like to point something out that I noticed in the movies.

When the Transformers land anywhere near anything military, no one seems to notice. Like in Revenge of the Fallen where like 6 Deceptions crash into Aircraft Carrier.

I'm guessing the reasoning behind that is either they are going too fast to get picked up on radar or maybe it was just something about what the Transformers are made off. It could just have been they ignored it because they were basically meteors.

Please keep the last "theory" in mind while reading this chapter as this is what I'm trying to convey.

Transformers does not belong to me! It belongs to Hasbro and it's other respective companies.

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Even when in a Stasis Sleep, the vast distances of space could be felt. Years of traveling alone wore hard at a bot's processor. Most others of his kind dealt with the same problems as he did of course, but often he asked himself if it was worth it. The answer he often came up with might be considered treasonous to some.

Now, one of his numerous journey's was coming to an end as he approached his destination. His processor had begun awakening him as his compact form entered the atmosphere of yet another planet.

Strangely, as he fell, he felt a signal hit him. It was a native one, not something was another Transformer. He let it open up and explored it, discovering a vast wealth of information. There were names, dates, languages, codes, everything. Eventually he found a name for the signal. The internet or the World Wide Web.

This planet had life and by the looks of the internet, quiet a bit. That could prove troublesome to his cause though. Luckily, it seemed as if this planet had technology compatible with his.

Oh sweet Primus! he thought. This planet has jets!

It had been decades, almost a century, since he'd flown. All of the last few planets he'd been to had either been lifeless or had no intelligent life. Now finally he'd be able to take to the air again. To many of his kind, ground life was preferable, but to those who took to the skies like he had, it was almost impossible to live without it.

Now he found himself wishing that this planet's atmosphere wasn't so thick so he could land already.

With a scan of the internet and his own internal instruments, he found where he was to land. In the ocean. This planet was so wet and he was to land in the center of the largest ocean on this planet! The Pacific ocean. The largest and probably the most dangerous of its kind. It was also dotted with small islands, most thanks to volcanic activity in a region called The Ring of Fire. It was hardly a creative name, but these...Humans seemed to be literal people. They also seemed willing to share everything about themselves since they projected such a signal across their very airspace.

Another inspection of his surroundings told him he was landing very close, if not on (Thank the All Spark.), a series of islands known as Hawaii. According to a strangely helpful website called Wikipedia, the islands were also part of a much larger nation called the United States of America. According to his calculations, he would land in a few minutes.

Also to his luck, there seemed to be a number of Naval Bases on the islands. Another scan of Wikipedia gave him a list of jets and planes that might be located on such a Base. The idea thrilled him, as his searching of such things reminded him of an apparent "internet sensation" called Online Shopping.

It was at this point in time that he pried himself away from his "Googling" and payed more attention to his arrival on the planet's surface. As of yet he couldn't actually see anything because of his bared form, but from his instruments he could tell he was extremely close to hitting the water.

Just as the thought passed through his mind, he hit the water with such force that he was almost positive it jarred his processor out of place. All conscious thought on his part stopped for several seconds as the water around him hissed and heated up, his own denser form beginning to sink into the deep ocean water.

Once he'd gotten his processor back online fully, he began to move. He didn't intend to let himself hit the ocean floor. He was far too eager to obtain a new form.

He nearly groaned in pleasure as his form began to untwist from his accursed traveling form. He stretched his servos, arms he corrected in reference to human terms, and let his optics flicker on. While he'd never enjoyed the feeling of liquid within his innards, it was a welcome change to emptiness within a compressed form. Now he was free to move himself as he hadn't since he'd left his last planet.

Now he fired up the engines that rested in his legs, allowing them to begin his journey through the dark water. His path was toward the nearest of the Hawaiian Islands, in which there was a Naval Base. He kept himself on course using what he could now identify as a "GPS" system of his own matched with the Earthly maps.

After several minutes, he found himself having to avoid the large hulls of ships as he propelled himself into a harbor. Several times he found himself ramming his head plates into them, thoroughly scattering his thoughts with a metallic ringing. He was beginning to wonder if this planet was worth the jets.

Finally he managed to surface from the water, getting his first real world of the planet he'd landed on. The first thing he saw was of course that he was surrounded on two sides by the hulking metal hulls of two...What were they called...? Aircraft Carriers if the search engine was correct. He intended to get a more intimate look at the deck of those ships, but he wanted to finish his look-around first.

On the other two sides of him were open ocean and finally land. From his point he saw mostly buildings and docks, but with an adjustment of his optics, he managed to zoom in past that. He saw trees and planets. Not many planets had the color green like that. According to the internet, this island had plenty in the way of such "natural beauty." Unfortunately, that wasn't why he was here. His mission required him to get up on those ships, although that wasn't a bad thing either. The thought of the jets just above him made his engines inch to start moving again.

So he did. Keeping his optics above the water line, he motored his way toward the edge of the docks. It took him a minute or two considering the length of Aircraft Carriers. The docks were still over his head and the only thing sturdy enough to support him was a small metal ladder that dropped into the water from the dock. It was only about as big as his hand. It might support him or it might get crushed. It was his best and only option at the moment though. So he reached out one hand and clamped down on it as far up as it could reach. It squealed as metal rubbed against metal. Ignoring the sound, he began to drag himself up out of the water. The ladder caved slightly inward in his grip. Quickly he grabbed onto the ladder just under the dock's edge, quickly reached up with the first hand to grab it as the ladder broke off and fell into the water. From there he easily hauled himself onto the dock and eyed the area around him. Considering the time of night, it was completely empty. He noticed a camera pointed at him from the edge of a building though. Something would come to inspect him within a few minutes.

The Aircraft Carrier's decks were still high overhead and he needed to find a quick way to get up. He noisily clanked across the dock at a run, headed to inspect the side of the nearest ship. To his luck, there was a gangplank, small as it was, running from the dock up to a story or two under the main deck. That was where he was headed. He doubted that the flimsily strip of metal would hold him, but he had to try. Oh Primus, he'd be glad when he had his wings back!

Somewhere behind him, he heard a door open. He expected that a human had come to inspect the strange thing on the camera that was his large metal form. He had to hurry.

He experimentally placed a foot on the gangplank. It groaned slightly. Obviously he had to run.

Quickly, he jumped forward, smacking one foot in front of the other, actually denting the gangplank as he ran up it. It bounced up and down violently as he did and whined under his weight. Blast these tiny human walkways! He wasn't sure if he would make it, so he increased his speed as much as he could. Nearing the end, he heard two things: a startled shout from the human and the final, groaning snap of the hinges on the bottom end of the gangplank.

In a split second decision, the engines on each of his legs flipped onto full power and he took one flying leap from the metal walkway. The engines gave him a little added lift, giving him the perfect amount of height to reach his intended endpoint. His fingers grasped the edge of the carrier's top deck tightly enough to leave dents in them. He was NOT about to let himself slip off after that mess. Letting his engines go off, he dragged his body up over the edge. Behind him he heard the human call something. It sounded as if it was a call for back up. That'd be a smart move for the human, though not for him.

It was then that he managed to stand up fully and get a decent look at the array of jets and planes that rested in rows all around him. They looked even better in person and each of them were a perfect size match for him! Now he just had to choose one.

Carefully, he stepped across the deck, taking in each model as he did. Of course he also matched each to a Wikipedia article to find the specifics of each. Finally, at the edge of the carrier, he spotted the perfect one. An AV-8B Harrier II. Commonly called a Harrier Jet, a type of jet used to make vertical take offs and landings.

He heard a rabble of confusion growing down the dock where more humans were obviously gathering. His time was running short if he wanted to escape without blowing something up.

Stepping up to the Harrier Jet, he focused his optics on it, letting them release a brighter light. His optics actually stopped functioning for sight as he scanned the jet. Instead, calculations, specifics, model information, and design plans ran across his processor as his entire body began to adapt. He felt his limbs automatically twist up and fold into his body as he changed. After only a few mere seconds, he found his body back in a familiar, airborne able form. Now the urge was so great to take off then and there that he didn't hold it back. His engines immediately fired up. He felt thrust build up under his wings as the vertical engines did there jobs. Soon, he felt his landing gear lift of from the deck, which he promptly folded away into his body. Then his rear engines kicked in, jerked him forward with more power than he expected. Within seconds he was flying high away from the base, leaving behind a helicopter that had just lifted off to check out the confusion he'd caused.

Even before he was fully over the ocean, he was enjoying the familiar feeling. The air whistled across his sleek new form as he cut through it effortlessly. Even the thick atmosphere of this new planet was no match for him.

Unfortunately, because he'd successfully scanned the Harrier Jet, he then remembered his true mission for being here. He heaved a slightly annoyed sigh, he couldn't muster up too much annoyance though since he was still giddy from the flying.

Adjusting himself higher into the atmosphere, the Transformer began to scan the planet. As usual, several small Energon signals popped up on the radar. Ever planet had bits of Energon on them for one reason or another and this planet was no different. But... He saw one thing that did surprise him...

An Energon signal that was coming from another Transformer. It wasn't too far away either, just across the Pacific ocean in another U.S. state called California.

Upon closer examination of the signal, he realized it was actually an old friend. He chuckled slightly to himself, his wing-flaps shaking gently as he did, making him bob up and down in the air. The two hadn't managed to land on the same planet in ages. He had to admit, being separated was probably the best for each of them, but on this planet, sure to be another failed attempt in the search, it'd be safe for a little catching up.

By midday tomorrow he'd be able to meet up with Jetfire. With that thought in mind, Starscream adjusted his path toward a town called Sacramento.

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Bet no one saw that coming huh?

Yep, that is not a typo. Starscream and Jetfire are buddies.

Oddly, I didn't mean to make Starscream's character that...Fangirlish?

I like it though, so I don't think I'll change it.

Also, keep in mind this is from his point of view so he might not act exactly like that when it's not from his POV.

Anyway, hope you still enjoy it!