I do not own Transformers. The characters Hightail and Razorwing are mine.
The meeting hadn't been intentional.
Having arrived at this organic planet a week before, Hightail had managed to get away from her trine and the Nemesis for some much-needed alone time. So here she was, laying on her front, chin perched on folded arms with her wings spread out to catch the light of the planet's sun, purring at the warmth. The Nemesis was fine and all for a submerged sunken ship, but it gets pretty chilly down there from time to time. Huddling with her trine mates could only do so much.
She closed her optics in contentment. This little outing was what she needed. It would have been just right...if it weren't for the sensation of someone observing her.
It made Hightail curious but not overly concerned. It was probably Razorwing. Despite the bravado she wore, Razorwing didn't like having her trine away from each other.
She opened an optic and froze.
It was an organic.
A tiny, bipedal organic stood not far from where she laid. A soft, malleable peach colored shell of sorts formed the exterior of the being, with dark colored specks peppering their face. Hanging from their fleshy body was thin, flimsy armor, with sturdier material covering their pedes. What was on the organic's head made the seeker stare. Red organic fibers grew from it, fluffed up and wavy that went past their shoulders. She imagined what the texture would be like.
Hightail lifted her head, tilting it, causing the organic to shrink back, showing a healthy sense of caution. She stared back at the creature intently, and she notice a familiar emotion in the wide, watery optics she had seen numerous times in Autobots she fought.
Fear.
Good. It was the intelligent thing to feel when encountering a seeker, especially when they have the rest of their trine with them. As of now however, having it coming from this tiny being, who could fit rather snuggly in the palm of her hand, felt...wrong.
"Hello," Hightail said, as softly as her voice box would allow.
Shock struck the organic's face, like they couldn't comprehend that something so soft and light could come from a giant metal alien that could kill them without being none the wiser. After a moment of hesitation, they gave a greeting back in their alien language, not taking their optics off the seeker. Good. Making progress. Small progress, but still good.
Hightail reached out a hand in a turtle like pace, pausing when the organic yelped and scuffled back until they were out of reach. Not deterred, she wiggled her fingers, throwing in a flutter of wings and a beckoning chirp, hoping that will entice the creature to come back.
It paid off.
Step by careful step the organic crept forward. Wiggling of fingers ceased, soon replaced with a single curled digit. The organic paused, eyeing the offered giant appendage.
Hightail's spark melted by the soft, warm sensation of a small hand on her knuckle.
A wide, triumphant grin grew on her face like she won a race and got money as a prize. She didn't consider it would be possible to smile any bigger, only to find out when the organic gazed up at her with a smile of their own.
Could this day get any better?
*Beep. Beep. *
The smile washed away like sand against the tide. Hightail straighten up as best she could, barley noticing the confused stare coming from the organic, or the questioning garble directed at her.
She checked the contact's name. It was Razorwing, of course it was. She answered.
"Where are you?" Razorwing asked.
"Just relaxing. What's up?" said Hightail.
"You're going to have to cut it short. Megatron wants all cons back to the Nemesis. Upcoming attack on the Autobot headquarters," said Razorwing. "You ready for some action H.T?"
"Ready as I'll ever be," said Hightail.
"Great. Hurry up now."
Hightail was about to end the call when, "Oh, and Hightail."
"Yea?"
"Try not to fly off if it gets rough. You're living up to your name too much."
She frowned. "No promises," and disconnected.
Hightail regarded the organic again, who hadn't moved from their spot close to her still stretched out hand. With great reluctance, she pulled her hand back and stood back up, towering over the creature.
She stared down at the organic. They mirrored her actions, confused at the sudden turn of events, letting out another questioning garble. Hightail could only look at them with regret. She didn't want to leave, not after meeting her first native of this planet, but duty called.
"Sorry little one, but I have to go now." She raised a hand in a wave of farewell. "See ya," before turning and walking away. She could hear the organic call out to her but didn't look back.
After gaining some distance, she leapt into the air, and in a series of folding and rearranging of metal parts, transformed into jet mode and flew off back to the ship.
Hightail doubted she'll see the organic again. With the curly red fibers growing on their head, and its wide shiny optics looking at her with caution, curiosity, and soon, with awe. They certainly made a good first impression for the rest of their kind.
Oh well.
She couldn't wait to tell her trine mates about her encounter with them after the battle.
The end.