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AN: Once upon a time…. Ah, scratch that, you all know the deal.
As usual, this should have been rather simple. Then I read something about "Vos was ruled by a shadowy cabal with Starscream as its figurehead." (Transformers-wikia)
I only thought: Cabal?
And so my poor, simple, little, innocent story turned into a full-blown study about Seekers (and Coneheads)….
Thanks to mdnytryder for correcting this chapter.
12/28 Dancing (G1, pre Earth)
Before the beginning of time, there was Nothing.
There was neither light nor dark nor existence at all, just Nothing.
But because Nothing is a paradox in itself, being nothing and something at once, it collapsed into itself and two entities resulted.
One of these beings was pure creation, life and death, chaos and order, together in harmony, and it named itself Primus.
The other being just was, and before it could discover a reason to be, it looked at the other entity and felt envy, hate, and the urge to be more than the other, and to taint the very purpose of Primus' existence.
This entity disappeared to somewhere unknown to any Cybertronian and was never seen again.
Primus created Cybertron to give his future children a place to feel at home, to be sheltered and nurtured. And then, he created the skies and the never-ending universe around it, to let his blessed children be free.
He created the first twelve Cybertronians and the thirteenth, who has fallen, and will never be named again by any mortal mech.
And with the help of the first twelve, he created more of his children and gifted them with a part of his own essence, with a Spark, and they began not only to exist, but to truly live, to experience and shape the world he had built for them and to form their own physical shapes.
They loved their home and praised Primus for his goodness, but every time they looked to the sky, they could only wish and dream, and not even their dreams were anywhere near the freedom that Primus had created for his blessed children.
So Primus created a new kind of Cybertronian, with wings to feel the expanse of the universe and a spirit longing for the skies of every world.
He gifted them with the ability to fly, with curiousness and the will to explore, with braveness to conquer the unknown and the courage to withstand even the wildest of storms. And he blessed them with the gift to truly dream and make these dreams come true.
They were the only ones that truly could experience and understand the freedom he had envisioned for his children, and every second of their existence was a never-ending hymn in his honor.
But Primus knew that these first flyers would be not easily accepted and forever alone
Their ground-bound brothers could not understand their vivid natures and longing for the skies, their strong spirits and their need to be what they wanted to be.
Even their brothers and sisters of the skies could not relieve this solitude, then freedom is endless, and therefore lonely.
So he formed their Sparks out of the very core of his essence and forged an unbreakable bond between every single one of them.
A bond so strong, that as long as at least two of his blessed children lived, they would never be completely alone in the universe.
It was no Sparkbond, nor brotherbond, nor twinbond, nor Gestaltbond, and no ground-bound mech nor flyer who isn't a Seeker would ever understand its nature nor would they ever learn about it.
Because it was Primus' sacred gift for his truly blessed children, for these who seek their dreams in the distance and still find their home in their own Spark each time they need strength or reassurance, who are never alone and will never be, because we are one and nothing at all in Primus' endless freedom.
Starscream let himself fall into a wild spiral, catching his fall only inches over the silvery ground, while he repeated the story, as old as the Seekers themselves, soundlessly in his own mind over and over again, feeling hundreds of voices in his Spark doing the same.
The red and white flyer angled his wings to better feel the thin atmosphere of Cybertron flitting over his planes, high above the ruins of Vos.
The almost non-existent wind of his vast home-planet tugged at his slender form and the weak air currents, courtesy of the entire society of Seekers in the universe dancing and playing around him, washed over his sensors.
Cybertron no longer had a sun, and the Seekers' once-proud capital had been reduced to rubble in the millennia long war.
But the almost shy light of the stars was enough to reflect off themetallic bodies and to let the vibrant colors off flying shapes flicker in this almost endless, silent dance. Gleaming in a transcendental light, every single mech and femme revived their shared memories of tall, regal towers, delicate balconies and ornate arcs.
At least, for this one orn.
Vos had fallen, but Primus' blessed children still were free and could dream….
Starscream smiled to himself, drifting right to avoid a collision with a Seeker he had never seen before.
All the same, he knew the story of his whole life up to this particular orn, his wishes, his hopes, his friends in the Autobot army, his nightmares, his enemies and how he would soar high in the air- just- like -now!
Before the beginning of time, there was Nothing….
The story began anew and Starscream felt all the hundreds of voices in his Spark whisper again the sacred words no other Cybertronian would ever understand.
Most of them would even accuse the Seekers of heresy, "spreading such lies" and believing "such nonsense", but how could Starscream, how could every Seeker not believe, if they could feel it?
Feeling every other Seeker in their Spark, even more so now, while praising Primus for the unique gifts he had blessed them with?
They would never understand, and would try to explain the secret bond between all Seekers with scientific means, would compare it with known bonds that were so similar, and yet so different.
It was no siblingbond, because not all Seekers were related, nor was a mere brotherbond able to create such unity.
And twinbonds were much more binding, resulting in a shared death of the siblings, whereas Seekers lived on when one of them died.
It was no Sparkbond, it was too unconscious for that.
It could only achieve its full strength if many Seekers were together or if one of them was in true need of the comfort and encouragement of inner strength found far from home.
It was certainly no Gestaltbond, not even when all Seekers met to celebrate Primus and his goodness.
Even if this bond between Seekers could be manipulated to function between a certain number of mechs or femmes to a degree that assured a flawless performance as a flight unit, there was no overmind and would never be.
They were all one for this wonderful orn, a unity that could not be broken, but they were themselves at the same time, individuals so fiercely different that it surprised other Cybertronians again and again.
They would never understand… and Starscream wouldn't want it any other way, and he felt every Seeker flying with him in the velvety skies above Vos agree.
They were the Seekers, Primus' truly blessed children.
Always free, even if caged, dreaming and making their dreams come true, always dancing on the edge between brilliance and insanity, greatness and devastation, between the extremes that ruled their personalities and lives.
They would never understand, and that was how it should be.
Starscream twisted and dove low in another arc that would lead him over the entire expanse of their former city.
The other Seekers followed his lead one by one, screaming, crying, laughing, singing, whooping, praying, everything and nothing in this wonderful chaos they called their dance, caught between thrill, joy and gratitude for the ability to be what they were.
Starscream saw them all, felt them all, forming perfect patterns that no ground-bound mech would truly ever understand, if see, not once straying from their flight-paths or colliding in mid-air.
He saw Skywarp and Thundercracker side by side a little to his right, not even the wild abandon of the celebration could bring them to forget their duties as wingmates. There were Ramjet, Thrust and Dirge chasing each other in circles, while Misfire looked on, his trinemates Triggerhappy and Slugslinger trying to coax him into a game as well.
Starscream saw and felt Slipstream, Redmoon and Starshooter, Silverlining, Darkrush and Cloudwhisper, Overkill, Backlash and Crossfire, Sunsmile, Mistdancer and Crosswinds, the Rainmakers Rainblade, Wingdagger and Skyscythe, and their brother trine Stormchaser, Nighttalon and Cometcatcher, the Conehead trine Soar, Twister and Spite and the last Seeker Younglings ever sparked, even if they were of age by now, Frostkiss, Winterwind and Icewing.
He could see them and so many, many more, mostly Decepticons, some Neutrals and just a few with the red brand of the Autobots.
But, that counted for nothing in this particular moment, because they were one and knew that they forever would be, regardless of distance or factions.
Starscream laughed in rare, Spark-felt happiness, tilted his nosecone upwards and fired his thrusters.
The others followed quickly, painting colorful streaks in the black, starry sky, but no other could match his speed, even if they would have wanted to.
He began to spin and he watched all the Seekers around him turn into blurred colors and pale glitters, becoming one. In the distance he could see Megatron's silvery shape standing at the former borders of Vos, Soundwave like a shadow at his side, while at the opposite edge of the ruins Optimus Prime and his chess pieces, Bishop Prowl and Knight Jazz, watched the shimmering dance of Starscream's kind.
The red and white mech couldn't help but smirk at their audience below.
Prime should be thankful.
His Autobots always accused the Seekers of being Energon thirsty and violent, but these same flyers granted Cybertron a whole orn of peace each vorn.
Every mech alive knew, that, if the celebration to Primus' honor was disturbed, there would be dire consequences for the responsible faction.
If the Autobots tried to bomb the Seekers into extinction while they were easy targets, any survivors would unite under Decepticon rule and avenge every death a thousand fold. Even if Prime didn't have many Seekers in his army, he would not risk loosing any of them, or go against his peaceful ideals.
And if Megatron tried to break the ceasefire, all Seekers would leave Cybertron and find themselves a new home until the war was over, once and for all.
So both leaders could only watch and marvel at the Seekers' dance.
And seethe in white-hot rage, in Megatron's case.
Starscream cut his engines and let himself fall, certain that all flyers beneath him would dodge this sudden move without needing to think about it, their Sparks telling them what every other Seeker was doing at this very moment.
Megatron was such a fool.
He probably still wondered how Starscream, who he thought of as a useless dolt and dazzler, had come to be the co-ruler of Vos, once, and Commander of all Seekers, and why no other Seeker had ever tried to overthrow him or even challenge him.
This idiotic buckethead had not even realized that Starscream was perhaps the only reason that the majority of Seekers fought and won battles for the gunformer.
Seekers were free to do whatever they wanted, but still most of them unconsciously vowed to follow the strongest Spark and spirit of them all – and that was Starscream and would be until his death. Every other strong willed Seeker was part of the Autobot army, so the Decepticon Supreme Commander should be glad that he never had killed his SIC.
The Seekers had never followed Megatron, and sometime in the near future, Starscream would show this particular fact to the old rustbolt and gain leadership over all other Decepticons as well.
The red and white mech came out of his nosedive, somersaulted thrice in quick succession and soared again, his own joy answered by hundreds of voices jubilating.
After all, he was a Seeker, and what was a Seeker better at, than dancing at the edge of danger?
AN: Questions to me.