Disclaimer: Is around here somewhere...oh yeah. I own Skystorm and Dragonsketcher owns Hyperjump.
Chapter 1: Skystorm's POV
As she tried to crawl backward, only one thought filled Skystorm's processor. I'm going to die. There's a Decepticon standing over me and I'm going to die. She stared up at him, every cable tense. She was too scared to stand up; all she could do was wait for him to finish it.
He didn't shoot her. Instead, he asked a question.
"Who are you? How did you find me?"
Oh, she thought, confusion fading. He's going to question me first. What is it I'm allowed to give? Designation and assignment. Don't give them any more, that's what Red Alert always told me. She had to try two or three times before her vocalizer would work. "S-Skystorm. Intel and aerial scouting."
He tilted his head, studying her. "Skystorm. How did you find me?"
This was where all the usual training got vague. How was she supposed to answer? Riella always told her that you didn't have to say anything under interrogation. Ironhide preferred lots of insults and swearing. Prowl liked to answer a question with a question. She decided that would work; or, more honestly, that was all she could think of.
"Why?" She tried to look tough, but failed. Of course, she'd never really succeeded in intimidating someone, and given that he was standing over her, she looked even less tough than usual.
He glared. "Did you pick up my energy signal? Or did you have some kind of tracking system? Were you expecting me to be in this area?"
She didn't answer him. She just sat there and tried to think of a way out of her predicament. The comm system was being jammed, of course. Slag.
That didn't make the Decepticon any happier. He leaned down in front of her and barked, "Answer me, femme! Now!"
This is it, some detached part of her processor thought. I can't answer and he's going to kill me.
But just then, he stumbled a bit and almost fell over. She gasped when she saw that his right arm, shoulder, and wing were dripping energon; even if he was a Decepticon, she couldn't imagine how much pain injuries like that would cause. Especially the deep gashes on the sensitive wings…
Acting on some instinct she didn't understand, Skystorm looked up at the Decepticon's face for the first time. He wasn't much older than she was! Just a youngling, really…did Decepticons actually send 'bots their age out to fight?
"Who are you?" she whispered.
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