A/N: Firstly, I'd like to state that I know ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about the United States Air Force and/or their chain of command. I just know a lot about jets. Which makes this so much fun to write.

The Top Gun references will never end, I'm afraid. Neither will the Starscream's Cookies references.

Wow! Well done, missmoney101. Although guessing the Seekers was fairly easy, I didn't think anyone would get the Winx Club reference.

I'm not actually sure whether this is going to be a full-on humanisation or just a holoforms-only kind of deal. Just to warn you.
Actually, it probably will be full on humanisation.

I picked jets for the Seekers. Yeah, I know they're all supposed to be F-15C Eagles, but I honestly don't think that they'd all pick an F-15. They're all different, and their aircraft reflect that. (Also, Thrust and Ramjet's G1 vehicle modes do not exist, so that kind of made it hard to have them fly those.) You can, if you like, look them up on Google images for a better idea of what they look like.

No, I'm not using the TFA personalities for the Seekers especially. I am for Ramjet and Sunstorm, but the rest are mainly G1 or (in the case of Slipstream and Thundercracker) Aligned.

Keep on reviewing, please! It's encouraging to see so much interest just based on one chapter.

Plane Crazy

Katie woke up slowly, not to the sound of her alarm, but to the tune of "Take My Breath Away" by Berlin echoing silkily through apartment 221B and the unfamiliar smell of fresh biscuits.

Cookies? The hell?

She sat up rigidly, looked around suspiciously, then decided she had better get up and find out where the biscuits were. Katie kicked her duvet off and retrieved her technically-off-work-but-still-liable-to-be-called-up-at-any-moment clothes (a blue polo shirt and loose black trousers).

When she had dressed, the song currently playing though her house was "Danger Zone" by Kenny Loggins. Katie pushed open the door to her room yawning and then practically swallowed her yawn when the scene that was seven hipster-hair-dyed pilots in their flight suits – rolled down to their waist, showing colour-coordinated t-shirts – reading all her old copies of AIR TRAFFIC CONTROLLER MONTHLY and commenting on the planes while eating cookies laying on a plastic tupperware plate (definitely not hers, thank God). There was a small bag set on the counter labelled "STAR'S COOKIE STUFF – NO TOUCHY, SKY", which Katie assumed contained the ingredients for said cookies.

"Oh, heya there, Katie." Sky waved, noticing her and looking up from his personal copy of ATCM. "Want a cookie?"

Katie sort of stood there, her mouth slightly open and her eyes flicking around the room, before she shrugged and nodded mutely. Sky picked a biscuit from the tupperware plate and threw it underarm to her. Katie caught the oddly jet-shaped cookie, juggled it a few times due to the unexpected heat, then blew on it hurriedly and took a bite.

Jesus, but pilots were damn good at making cookies.

"Who the hell made this? It's like eating crunchy clouds!" Katie asked between mouthfuls.

TC let out a short cough of what could possibly have been laughter. "Scott. He's the only one who even knows how to cook anything." he revealed, before returning to his reading.

"Actually, I know how to make toast." Rob interjected.

"Rob, the last time you made toast, the barracks went on fire." Dirk pointed out. "Never again."

"I never said I could make toast." Rob claimed, before Tim shoved a cookie in his mouth to make him shut up.

"So where's Cindy?" Katie asked.

The whole room winced. "Asleep. Word of advice, don't try and wake Slip up before she's ready, unless it's for a mission or the place is on fire." Sky explained. "She will quite literally rip off your head and spit down your throat."

There were a few murmurs of "true that" interrupted by Rob musing "Well, she's never done that to me."

"What are you even talking about, Rob? She punched you in the face last week!" Dirk asked.

"No she didn't!"

"Uh, she did."

"I never said she didn't."

"Someone shove another cookie in his mouth."

Tim obliged. Sky stretched out on the (KATIE'S) armchair and pointed to a picture of an F-22 Raptor fighter jet in one of the magazines. "Hey, Scotty? Why don't you upgrade your crappy little biplane to a real machine, like that?"

The pilots sniggered in unison and Scott looked annoyed. "It is not a biplane. It's a highly tuned instrument of destruction."

"Sorry, what?" Katie asked, sitting down on the already crowded sofa next to Sam and eating the rest of her plane-shaped cookie.

"Oh, it's nothing." Sky responded. "Just the fact that fearless leader here flies an absolute piece of trash instead of something good."

"I fly an F-15 Eagle!" Scott retorted hotly.

"Yeeeeaaaah, not really. You fly an F-15 Active. Not the same." Sky teased. "I mean, first off there's the teeny baby wings at the front." The black-and-purple haired man flapped his hands in imitation.

The pilots – bar Scott – all laughed.

"So you get to pick your own jets?" Katie queried, trying to find out more about her new housemates.

"Of course we do." TC replied slightly smugly. "We're the best."

"So what do you fly?"

"Sam and Sky here both fly F-15C Eagles. Real Eagles." TC said, throwing a glance at Scott. "I fly a MiG-25 Foxbat – top speed of Mach 3, fastest fighter aircraft in the world – and Scott flies his little trainer plane-"

"It is an F-15! It is not a trainer plane!"

Dirk shook his head. "No, it really is. Anyway," he said, picking up from TC, "I fly a Saab Viggen, because they're nice and safe and don't explode in your face-"

"Ha! Tell that to the ground crew on, what, literally every mission ever? Dir, you just can't fly anything without getting holes the size of Scott's ego in your wings." Tim interjected. "And there was that time over Carbombya, you know, the time when you crashed into the giant purple grif–mmmmf!"

He was silenced when Dirk clapped a hand over his mouth. "Anyway, Rob's a moron and flies a Mirage 2000C...uh, Tim flies a Yak-141 because he's mad...and Slip flies this old YF-17 thing that's completely outdated by the Hornet."

A hushed silence descended upon the room.

"Dirk...you are so, so lucky that Slip's sleeping." Sky whispered.

"Hm?" said the woman in question, emerging from her bedroom with bleary eyes and her hair sticking up on end.

"Slip! Hey! You look beautiful. How'd you sleep? Personally, I slept fantastically. You have brilliantly soft beds, Katie." Sam jumped in.

"Uhh...sure." Cindy mumbled, then flicked her hair up. "Oh, Star's cookies. Nice."

She lackadaisically wandered over and plucked a few cookies from the plate before collapsing next to Katie on the sofa.

"Question. Who's 'Star?'" Katie asked.

"Star's Scott." Sam explained. "We call him it because he's so brilliant and high up like a star."

"That's crap. We call him Star because he got covered in glitter in flight school and because it's the first half of his callsign." Sky scoffed.

"Callsign?" Katie asked.

"Yeah, callsign. You're an ATC, you should know. You know, when you're flying, it's the name you're called by and answer to. So for Scotty it's 'Starscream.'"

"Starscream?" Katie repeated, raising an eyebrow. "So then what's yours? 'Skyguy'?"

Sky snorted. "No. It's Skywarp."

"That's not much better, to be honest."

"At least it's cooler than Dirge."

Katie laughed. "Who is called Dirge?"

Dirk raised a hand apologetically and Katie's eyes widened momentarily. "Oh. Shite. Sorry."

Dirk smiled a bit. "I don't mind. Dirge is better than Ramjet."

"Ramjet is an awful name." Sky agreed. "Don't you think, Rob?"

Rob huffed. "I'm not answering that. Just because I didn't crash into that Sukhoi that one time, you never stopped calling me that."

Sky suddenly snapped his fingers. "TC! I forgot about you! Come on, Thundercracker, you got anything to add?"

TC looked at Sky despairingly. "Thundercracker is a perfectly reasonable callsign, because it draws attention to the sonic boom that occurs when I push the throttle up and leave you losers standing. It's cool. Unlike Sunstorm, which just sounds like a New Age band."

"Well, I think Sunstorm sounds scary." Sam reasoned. "After all, if there was a storm of sun, it'd probably burn the whole planet up."

"Slipstream at least is a thing jets do." Cindy pointed out. "My callsign is completely fine."

No-one commented on that.

Katie scratched her head. "If I had a callsign, it'd be Dreadwing. Or maybe Skyquake."

The Seekers were silent for a few seconds.

"Oh, she's going to fit in great." Tim sighed.