Skywarp regains her consciousness groggily. Her owner is going to kill her for her state, she is sure and with a whimper she onlines her optics.
When her sight clears she frowns.
Everything is a nice bright color.
It takes a moment before everything catches up with her.
A vivid image of the blue seeker stands in her processor and just by remembering him she feels how her circuit begins to heat.
"Ah, you are finally awake." A calm and friendly voice sounds out her sight and when she turns towards the voice the other steps clear of some of the monitors placed around her berth.
A white and green male seeker greets her sight. Not as impressive as the blue male, but still impressive. His wings fan calmly on his back. She notices the emblems on his wings.
A medic.
"H-how long has I been gone?" she asks shakily.
"Three orns. It took us some time to repair and flush out the damned coding. You will be feeling strange for a few more orns until your systems has gotten used to no longer being influenced by the pleasurebot coding." The medic gently explains.
"And we were informed about your offline flight systems. They are now online. Be careful when you take to the sky the first time. Allow your systems to realign before you begin to push your frame." the medic adds offhandedly.
Then he points to the stand beside her berth where a shimmering cube of energon is readied for her.
"Refuel and relax. Recharge if you must. You are not going to be released the next few orns." With those words he leaves her alone.
Dutifully taking the cube and drinking the fuel slowly she is happily surprised to taste the more sugar sweet taste of medium grade. It's like high grade to systems that has lived all their existence of the crude tasting low grade.
Content with a full tank she relaxes back into the berth and soon she is in a much needed recharge dreaming of blue plating and caring red optics.
With a deep sigh she slowly wakes up hours later, reluctant to let go of the pleasurable dream she had been caught up in. Blushing she wonders if his lips really would feel as divine as in her dream.
Slowly rising and sitting on the edge of the berth one of the medics turns to her.
"How do you feel?" he asks. This seeker is a nice dark blue and white. With a small smirk she wonders if all medics carry the white coloration.
"I feel fine. I think. My valve is strangely sore." She answers hesitantly.
His optics brightens in understanding and turning to a cabinet to his right he searches for a moment before he withdraws a tube and walks to her.
"It is a normal aftereffect. Your valve has been kept slick all time by the pleasurebot coding, now with that gone your systems need to learn to keep it from drying out completely. This is a solution that will solve the soreness until your systems has caught up." He calmly explains, handing her the tube.
Taking the offered tube she shyly places it on the stand beside the berth suddenly feeling strangely embarrassed and ashamed.
"It is all okay Skywarp. We are used to deal with female victims to the pleasure industry. If no one has told you, this medical facility is where we treat you until you are ready to be released into the society again. We know what you have been through and what reactions to expect. Don't feel embarrassed or ashamed to tell us something. I'm quite sure I have heard whatever fills your processor before." He sooths before he slowly sits down on the berth beside her, keeping a distance to prevent her from feeling trapped.
"Now that you seem to have regained some energy I have to inform you that there will be someone that wishes to visit you. The enforcers need to take your statement to get your former owner condemned for his crimes." The medic carefully explains knowing that some females can't handle it all so soon.
To his surprise her wings perk up at the words and hope seems to fill her optics.
"When will he be by?" she asks eagerly.
"She." The medic corrects. "It is always a female enforcer who frequents this facility to prevent the victims reacting badly. And she will be by within a few hours." He continues seeing the hope turn to disappointment.
"Anyone else who has been by and wanted to visit?" she pleads, the last string of hope in her spark refusing to give up.
"No." is his honest reply.
With drooping wings she looks down.
"I-I think I need some more recharge before I am ready to face the enforcer." She croaks, trying to hide the tears burning behind her optics.
"You know, it is normal to connect with one's savior Skywarp. But remember, he is an enforcer. It is his job to free you and other females." The medic tries to sooth.
"I guess." She mutters with her wings still drooping low on her back and she turns her attention away, not wanting to face reality.
Suddenly the white wall holds some interesting mysteries and knowing that he won't be able to get more out of her the medic leaves her to her own thoughts.
Unable to keep the tears at bay any longer the gives in and in her misery she curls in on herself on the berth, hugging her knee joints as she sobs unashamed. If the medics hears her crying they ignores it, knowing very well that sometimes you just need to let it all go.
When she finally has no more tears the cry she rises shakily from the berth and reaches for the tube. A sore valve doesn't help her and she might as well get on with the treatment.
Seeing her seeking optics one of the medics gently gestures to a door in the back of the room where she can get the privacy. Thanking him with a nod she heads towards it.
The rest of the orn passes by without much else happening. The enforcer comes by to take her statement and Skywarp tells her, her story rather unemotionally. Maybe the medic is right; it is easier to tell everything to another female, she idly wonders while she spills her whole spark to the black and green seeker calmly sitting beside her in an office adjourned to the medical bay.
"Thank you very much. Your statement is going to help us greatly in pursuing justice." The female enforcer thanks her when they are done and the black and green seeker leaves the medical facility to write the report.
With a numb and empty spark Skywarp just stares at the departing female, wishing so much that the other could stay. Everything is so new to her and she really could use someone she can rely on. In the brothel she had never been alone. There were always the customers and while they didn't provide much they were company after all. At times she had even been allowed to socialize with the other females.
Here and now she is all alone.
A few orns later they release her from the medical care unit and she is to attend a few meetings with psychiatrist before they completely releases her to the society.
When she finally is completely cleared and need to leave the safe haven the medical facility has become for her a deep shock awaits her.
Exiting the large entrance she doesn't know what she had expected, but the sight before her definitely isn't even close to what she had imagined.
She is standing on a large flight deck with numerous seekers constantly landing and departing. All around her is the open and wide sky and down below is a huge abyss. The only way to exit the area is by flight.
Flier city state she remembers the blue enforcer telling her. It couldn't be truer.
Uncertain she looks down at her thrusters. Are they really able to carry her?
Slowly onlining them she allows her turbines to rotate faster and faster and before she knows it her thrusters are spitting flames and she is lifted into the air. With a splutter they suddenly give out at her surprise and she clanks to the ground again rather shakily.
Okay, so they are able to get her airborne.
Emboldened by her small victory she decides to add more speed to the process and soon she is high in the air, hovering above the flight deck.
Laughing joyously at her success she plays around in the air for a while as she familiarizes herself with this newfound ability. Then when she feels secure enough that she won't drop from the sky she ventures deeper into Vos to explore the city state.
The closer she gets to the center of the city the more beautiful the city gets with impressive spires and towers in gold, silver and bronze filling the whole skyline. Some are connected by intricate passageways allowing for a seeker to fly between the buildings. But what really has her awestruck is the massive connection of towers and spires standing vividly in the distance. It is floating high above everything else and stands out with the complex architecture adorning every surface of the connected buildings. Gold, silver and bronze as well as shining crystals play together in marvelous forms and figures and somehow she gets the feeling that they aren't randomly placed but serves a function.
When she tries to get closer to get a better look she is stopped in her flight by several seekers.
"State your purpose!" one demands curtly from her.
"I-I just wanted a look." She answers, put off by his hostility.
"Unless you have an appointment with the Crown of Vos you won't be allowed closer to the royal residence." The addressing seeker tells her.
"Oh. Okay." She answers rather subdued before she turns and flies away.
How was she to know that that was the royal residence?
With her urge to explore suddenly killed she seeks out the room that the society provides her until she is able to find work and take care of herself. It is little more than the room she had in the brothel, but at least the berth is nicer.
With a deep sigh she curls up on the berth and ignores her churning tank. The flight has taxed on her reserves and she needs to refuel, but her mood is so dire that she can't even motivate herself to get up and go to the energon dispenser at one of the walls.
Several orns passes by and she isolates herself even more as the time passes, no longer emerging from her room, retreating completely from the life pulsing around her. A life that seems to not be hers at all.
She doesn't know how to act and react around others in her new society and she seems to makes mistakes every time she dares to leave the safe four walls of her room, causing troubles that just grow on her more and more.
No one wants her. As a former pleasurebot everyone looks down at her with disdain. Had she had a family to return to she is sure everything would have been different, but she has no one to rely on. She is all on her own and alone in her misery.
Grapping for a lifeline after the twentieth orn in isolation she tries to locate the one thing that eases her, the blue seeker. He is an anchor between her old life and the new one and the only one that she hopes still cares about her.
Much to her surprise she doesn't need to search long to get a result.
The first seeker she shows her image capture of the blue seeker to instantly informs her that the male is Thundercracker, trinemate to the Crown of Vos.
"Thundercracker." She allows the name to flow from her lips and a tingling sensation fills her spark. It fits him she realizes with a smile.
But now she got another problem.
How is she going to get close to him with the royal residence closed off by guards?
Not that she thinks herself bold enough to just show up on his door step.
The solution presents itself to her in the form of news bulletins. Now that she isn't isolating herself from everything around her she is able to receive the broadcasts.
"First news this orn is the increase in kidnapped and trafficked females." the news anchor announces when she taps into the broadcast. "Thundercracker, our beloved Crowns trinemate asks of all that possess any knowledge that might lead to the capture of the perpetrators to seek out his enforcer office in the outskirts of the city state. Every information, which might lead to freeing the kidnapped females and/or lead to justice on the perpetrators will be very much welcomed." The news anchor proclaims further before he continues to the next news.
The rest of the news bulletin drowns out in Skywarps processor after that. All that fills her thoughts is the chance to meet him again. It seems so easy – too easy. But her spark compels her to at least try. She is desperate for something dragging her out of the standstill that threatens to make her do something more foolish than pursue a male.
With her decision made she asks around for the location of the enforcers' and while the acquired information she sets her direction toward the outskirts of the city state, her whole being burning with a newfound determination. Either she succeeds or at least she tried.
When she reaches the outskirts of the city state all the majestic glory of the city visible in the center of the city suddenly morphs into dull colors and numerous ruins. But in the middle of all the devastation one large labyrinth of towers and spires stand proudly with their clear pristine white surface, standing out from the surroundings like beacons of hope in all the darkness.
She has no doubt that that is the enforcers' headquarters.
The towers reach all the way down into the abyss, some of the few towers in the city state not floating in the air and she wonders what the purpose of this strangeness is. What she doesn't know is the fact that the lowest levels of the towers are divided into holding cells, housing Vos' condemned criminals. There is no larger punishment than to be thrown down there in the darkness so far away from the sky every flier crave.
Unaware of the pristine white towers' dark secret she elegantly lands on one of the wide flight decks and takes a closer look at the tower she has landed on.
They all look the same and she wonders which one is housing Thundercracker. There is no sign showing her the way to the different offices. Just an intricate labyrinth of towers connected through passageways.
Somehow she must have looked rather lost because suddenly someone is tapping her on her shoulder.
"Do you need any help?" a friendly looking black and white male seeker gently asks.
"I-. Yes. I need to find the enforcer agents' office." She answers with a smile.
His optics brightens slightly and then he turns around and points at one of the highest flight decks on a tower placed furthest away from where she is at the moment.
"That tower, the highest flight deck on the northern side." He explains with a smile of his own.
"Thank you." She tells him before she takes to the sky and follows his directions.
Landing on the right flight deck she walks to the door in the tower. Pushing the button beside the door a voice greets her asking for her purpose.
"I'm here to see enforcer agent Thundercracker." She calmly replies and moments later the door swooshes open while the voice guides her in the right direction inside the tower.
Following the intertwining corridors she is silently thankful for the small guide provided her before her entrance. It would be so easy getting lost.
It takes her no time to arrive at Thundercrackers office. A pink and yellow secretary is located outside the office and greets her when she arrives.
"If you are here to see his eminence then I'm sorry to inform you that he currently is caught up in a very important meeting." The secretary explains with an apology.
"It's okay. I can wait." She answers and sits down in one of the chairs along the wall. She can be patient as long as she gets to see him.
Inside his office Thundercracker is caught up in a video conference with several other enforcer agents.
He calmly leans against his desk with his arms crossed over his cockpit while he watches the sixteen other enforcers currently visible on the large screen on the wall behind his desk.
The razzia against the brothel in Tarn had led to some very valuable knowledge. The kidnappers they had arrested had provided them with knowledge of three previously unknown brothels – one in Kaon and two in Iacon.
Now they just need to decide where to hit first.
It's an argument between the need to free the females located in the harsher environment in Kaon against the strategically more complicated action they need to take in Iacon to get both places before one or the other manages to send out a warning.
The planning carries on for hours and while that time pass Skywarp waits outside the office, ever patient.
Or not.
After three hours her patience is wearing thin.
At the fifth hour she has had enough.
Rising from the chair she favors the secretary with an innocent look, and then she strides towards the door with purpose, ignoring the yells following her from the pink and yellow seeker.
Slamming the door to open, she barges into the office, stopping short of the entrance and takes in the sight in front of her.
Thundercracker is still leaning against his desk, half sitting on it, ever calm as he follows the discussion on the large screen.
It's first when the secretary enters, still yelling at her, that he turns his head and sees her standing there.
Everything else but his optics seems to disappear and she finds herself drowning in their bright red color.
"Skywarp." He whispers.
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