Just another story at the moment gathering dust. But i will continue the work on it.:)

Prologue

It was the night time of the cycle in Vos. The ruling couple had retired to their own quarters after tending to two of their younglings. Thundercracker the Crown Prince slightly older than his brothers was busy studying literature while Skywarp, the youngest of the three by vorns played war with some of the guards watching him. The middle oldest Starscream was on an educational trip to the city state of Iacon, studying to be a medic.

The Winglord NightSun and his co-ruler SunBlaze had had a busy orn, attending diplomats from other city states all over Cybertron. It was a tiresome duty, but necessary none the less. With them, guarding the couple was their own personal guards, as well as the guards assigned the protection of their heirs. They had one final meeting before they could recharge. As Thundercracker last decacycle had reached the age of 30 vorns he would soon be of age to raise to the status of Winglord taking the charge from his creator. This meant that some changes would occur in the commanding staff and guarding ranks as well. The guards of the older Winglord would no longer be of status, solely guarding the retired ruler, and the guards protecting the heirs would suddenly have new status and new assignments guarding a ruling Winglord who had to enter the political scene and be in public view.

"As you well know we celebrated Thundercracker last decacycle." NightSun stated to the guards staying firm at attention before him.

A sigh was heard beside the Winglord "Ah yes, Our dear Thundercracker. I can't phantom our oldest being of such age already my dear." SunBlaze, the carrier of all three of their youngsters had a hard time accepting their creations growing up.

Fond smiles crept into the faceplates of every one of the guards, the co-ruler's weakness for his creations was well known, and the common opinion were that NightSun had chosen wisely in bonding with the mech, even if his own creators had disliked the choice of mate at the time. SunBlaze was LOVED by every flier in Vos, not just for his way of tending the young heirs, but also for caring for every spark he co-ruled over.

Returning to the guards NightSun harrumphed to get the full attention of the guards once more.

"Since he is soon to come of age I decided to begin the preparations of his rising to Winglord. This means a lot of changes in duties for all of you. Some gets more free time and other gets busier" At the last he let a small smile creep into his voice.

"Sunbeam and Airtracker, as the protectors of the heir and his brothers you will become their official personal guards. You are also to regard guard schedules to protect Skywarp and Starscream when he comes back, when the younger brothers are not present with Thundercracker." The Winglord looked expectantly at the two serious looking guards. The one was in pure golden and the other fiery red. They were brothers, spark-twins exactly, and he would enjoy watching how this feature affected their work. They had little knowledge of spark-twins, only a few existed all over Cybertron, and most of the sparked twins died shortly after birth. That made the couple before him very rare, being of 40 vorns of age.

Wings held proudly Sunbeam and Airtracker bowed before their Winglord, acknowledging the important duty put on their shoulders. They would not fail was the shared thought in their processors and communicated through the bond they shared.

Now that the important part of the meeting had been said and dealt with NightSun returned his focus on the changes of his own protection, talking with the guards who would soon experience their retirement from the scene and feel the confusion in the more free time this would result in. The guards lived for their Winglord, and a guard for an active lord had no free time to himself.

Soon the meeting was over and the guards left the room. The Winglord's own personal to stand outside the door, while the rest sought out their places to be. Sunbeam and Airtracker went by the library to see if the guards overlooking the heir, when they had been away was doing so properly, and to let Sunbeam take over the watch. Airtracker left to go looking for the youngster, who when playing war with the guards could practically be everywhere in the tower.

After some breems of looking loud giggling led him to a storage compartment around the corner which should have been locked. As he turned the corner a marvelous sight greeted him.

Before him were five guards standing around the obviously locked door furiously trying to get Skywarp to open the door.

Unfortunately the younger flier didn't want to obey their orders, thus making them look ridiculous. The young heir could teleport, his guards could not, and the outcome was disastrous. More often than not the guards were left without the heir in their vicinity, and if Vos hadn't been as secure as it was it could have been fatal. Even worse, the youngster tended to prank various fliers but mostly the guards were the targets, and that left a rather big number of them stressed enough to get relieve from their posts. Most preferred to guard the obnoxious Starscream or the calm and collected Thundercracker.

Airtracker loved the young flier, which was why he mostly was around the younger of their charges. Sunbeam couldn't handle the free spirit of the prankster, so he gladly watched Thundercracker or Starscream. But since Starscream went on his megacycle's long trip to Iacon with a large entourage of guards, the assignment had been evenly divided between them. Sunbeam getting the long and to Airtracker's opinion boring watch in the library and Airtracker watching the flighty Skywarp.

Taking action Airtracker joined the guards and swiftly knocked on the locked door; he didn't have to, his clearance allowed him access to override codes, but he liked to play along in the games Skywarp played.

"Who's there?" he asked the door, giving his voice a guessing tone.

He didn't hear the response, since his comm. went off at that moment signaling an alarm level 2, which meant a hostile action, had been made from outsiders against vosians.

"Skywarp get out immediately." He yelled, seriousness lacing his tone. The younger who knew the few times his guard had said anything in that tone meant business teleported beside Airtracker.

"What's it Air?" he asked the red flier who had clearly tensed.

"Don't know yet kiddo." He answered the nervous look on his charge. Sunbeam sended then his coordinates and where to meet, and Airtracker took the servo of the younger and dragged him ahead of the other guards.

Sunbeam with Thundercracker and a dozen of more guards meet them in the grand halls looking furious. NightSun and SunBlaze should have been there with them, but was nowhere to be seen. Sending his brother a questioning look he left Skywarp with the other guards. He send a feeling through their bond prodding the other, but getting nothing else than pure rage.

"Sun, what is it?" he asked when he was out of hearing range of Skywarp.

"It is Starscream." Sunbeam growled.

"What?" he uttered in shock.

"Star was attacked" Thundercracker then answered him in his calming tone latched with dread.

"And several of his guards died in the attack." Sunbeam hissed.

It had been a vicious attack. Starscream had been placed at Iaconian hospital of sparklings learning widely of the frame types residing outside Vos. He had lived at the palace of the Prime with his guards.

In the night cycle a large group of grounders had swarmed the hospital scouring the flier out, who had been on duty helping the head medic operate a young two-wheeler with severe spark-chamber injuries. The sparkling had died during the pause in the operation the attack had caused, and Starscream had suffered severe wing injuries while four of his guards being on watch outside the room had died. Fortunately the head medic had survived with only superficial injury and could close up the worst leaks the flier suffered. None the less the mood was grim. It had been many vorns since a flier last had been attacked, and worst enough that it was one of the heirs.

Airtracker now understood why the Winglord and his mate weren't present. He guessed they would be in contact with diplomats from Iacon. A crime committed against a flier was a preposterous act and they would of course command the criminals condemned the worst punishment possible.

Unbeknownst to any seeker in Vos the act against Starscream had been one among many in a genius plot against the seekers as a race. The Winglord had had a meeting with a diplomat from Kaon this very same orn, and the request the diplomat had voiced on behalf of his leader had been dismissed. No Vosians was to work for any grounder; it was the rule in Vos that all fliers were superior to the grounders occupying the rest of the planet, so it had been natural to dismiss the request for support by seekers among the guards of Kaons defenses. Even the thought of seekers protecting grounders; any flier would huff at the thought.

So as of now the plot was soon at an end, the final stage being thousands upon thousands of bombs aiming for the fliers' city state.

Cycles later the alarm went off as the first bombs reached the perimeter of Vos, the strike decimating one of the towers in the outer vicinity of the city state and soon followed by more. They slowly destroyed the once beautiful city to nothing in a few cycles, leaving dead and dying civilians all over the place.

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