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Theme Song: Must Have Done Something Right by Relient K
At last, the painful cycle that Skybreak feared would eventually come, came. The rebels led by Skydancer agreed to cease their attacks and would allow the royals back without any sort of violence. And, while he knew that Slipstream had a duty to her people, he just couldn't let her go.
Sunstorm had a similar reaction, though he knew it was for the best. He had caused Darkstorm enough pain. Life would be better for her without him there.
Sunstorm visibly winced as Darkstorm approached. "Dar'sain, I-..."
The kindness in her optics silenced him. "I said I have forgiven you… I wish you every happiness, Su'sain. May God guide your steps and give you a better life."
Coolant nearly spilled from his optics at her words. He cleared his throat, blinking them away, as he nodded. How he could be met with such kindness after he-... Darkstorm truly was a treasure.
A treasure that he could never have.
With a melancholic smile, he gently brought one of her servos to his lip components. "I hope we meet again."
"As do I," Darkstorm half smiled sadly, optics filling with pity at the poor creature that stood in front of her.
Skybreak watched the exchange before venting and turning to Slipstream. "I… guess this is goodbye?"
Her gaze was fixed on the ground. "I suppose so."
"But, you know, if you ever need some heavy lifting done, I'm your mech," Skybreak offered her a weak smile. "I'll…. I'll miss you, Slipstream."
She lightly vented but maintained her downward focus. When she offlined her optics a moment later, it was clear she was trying to hold the coolant back. "And I will miss your company." Her quivering voice further betrayed her emotions.
Darkstorm looked onwards at the two with sadness in her optics. Her brother loved her so very much… It was then that she knew that she had to let him know it was all right to leave. He had fulfilled his promise of taking care of her. Now, he needed to follow his own path.
Skybreak turned around questioningly as Darkstorm placed a servo on his shoulder plating. "Sister, is there-?"
"Go," she whispered.
His optics widened. "W-What?"
"Go," she repeated gently. "I have found my place and the Lord has blessed me greatly. But, now you need to pursue what makes you happy. I love you, Brother, and my only wish is for you to prosper. If it is your wish, then go."
Skybreak seemed conflicted. On one hand, it didn't feel right leaving her there alone in Iacon but on the other… Living without Slipstream would be torture. "Are you sure?" he finally asked.
Darkstorm smiled softly and nodded. Once she did so, Skybreak drew her into his arms. "I'll visit you as often as I can. You know that, don't you?"
"Your niece and nephew would expect nothing less," Darkstorm's smile widened as she released him from the embrace before she turned to Slipstream. "That's my brother. Take care of him."
The royal looked from the medic to Skybreak with a smile that all but lit up her optics. "I wouldn't think of doing anything less."
Darkstorm turned to Sunstorm with a wry look. "The same goes for you. Or I may just have to travel to Vos to make sure you both behave."
"I would expect nothing less from you, mo mear sain," Sunstorm chuckled before smiling softly. "Suster, are you ready to go home?"
Slipstream vented and looked to the sky. "Home . . . it's been so long. I wonder . . ." she half-smiled, "I wonder if it's anything like we remember."
"It will be damaged from the war, of course, but… It will be home nonetheless." He turned towards the others with a hesitant smile. "Farewell, Autobots. Farewell… Dar'sain." And with that, he transformed and took to the skies. Skybreak and Slipstream soon followed.
"Farewell," Darkstorm whispered with a soft smile. "And may God go with you."
Skybreak walked through the halls of the Vos royal palace a few weeks later, still a bit disconcerted whenever a servant would bow when he walked past. Slag, he wasn't used to this… and he sure didn't deserve it. Still, convincing some of the older residents of Vos to abandon tradition was hard, especially if they were stubborn.
Speaking of stubborn.
He smiled softly when he saw Slipstream near the palace library, sorting through the archives. "Still working hard, I see?"
The femme vented as she rubbed her optics, dropping the datapad in her other servo on the table. "These records are a mess. I'll be 'working hard' on them until my digits rust and fall off."
"Well, that's why I'm here," Skybreak smirked before kissing her left buccal plate. He pulled up a chair next to her. "So, what are we looking at here exactly?"
Slipstream picked up a datapad before promptly dropping it and looking to the others. "I'm trying to find all the members of the court." She kept looking through datapads as she spoke. "I figured if we can get their designations, we might be able to contact them. Not that they'll necessarily be of the court again, since having a court was a big part of why Vos was unstable. But it might still be a good idea to tell them it's safe to come home."
"Hmm, sounds like a plan," Skybreak replied before a particular datapad caught his optic. His brow furrowed and he picked it up for a closer look. He gasped at what he saw. A familiar strong mech and a red femme Seeker with delicate features.
Skybreak internally panicked as he saw the desperation in his carrier's optics. "Skybreak, go! Take your sister and hide. We'll be back for you."
"But, Mother-"
"Go! Do as I say!"
Before Skybreak knew what was happening, his newborn sister was thrust into his arms.
He clutched his helm as the memories came back to him. Fighting whatever emotions he was feeling at that moment, he searched for their designations.
Skybreak huddled in the storage can, shaking as loud footsteps could be heard.
"You've evaded us long enough, Taor'sain," a voice snarled. "Prepare to pay for making our people suffer!"
He turned to Slipstream sharply, the datapad still in his servo. "This mech and femme… What were their names in Seeker cant?"
Slipstream took the datapad and studied it. "Mmm Taor'sain and Doiteain'eitilt. Why?"
Taor'sain… His sire. It'd been so long… He'd forgotten what they looked like. Coolant welled in his optics. "I… I think these are my creators."
"Really?" The femme took a closer look at the pad, optics wide. "It does say they had two sparklings, but the file's corrupted so there's no record of the names." She turned toward the library and stood to approach it. "Maybe I can find it in the medical files." She reached the correct shelf and started rifling through the pads.
Skybreak meanwhile sat there, stunned. He'd barely remembered much about his creators… Even how they died remained a mystery to him amongst his shattered memories. All he remembered was life on the street with his sister. And now, here he was, finding out that they were members of the royal Vos court?
He stared at the data pad, spark aching. His sister looked just like his carrier… He vented. Oh, how he wished he could remember them.
"Here it is." Slipstream read the datapad three times before approaching Skybreak, not wanting to get his hopes up then have them dashed needlessly. She turned toward the table and slowly walked forward. "Medevac's personal records. He was the primary medic of Vos for a long time until the coup. Says here he had several meetings with Fireflight and Thunderstorm, two time frames in particular." She paused. "Two sets of regular appointments for three stellar cycles." She looked to Skybreak as she handed the datapad over.
He studied it and observed that the time frames were his and his sister's exact ages. The first sparkling's delivery was dated twenty-six voors ago and his sister's nineteen. "It makes sense… the deliveries coincide with our ages. One mech, one femmeling. Those-" he vented. "Those were our carriers…. I might not remember much before they died but I knew I recognized them. Still, I can't help but wonder, why in the pit did they move to Kaon?"
Slipstream averted her optics as she thought back to those dark cycles. She may have been young, but they were burned into her processor. She vented deeply before taking her seat again, optics still turned away from Skybreak. "When we were young . . . things weren't good for the commoners. I don't remember everything; I just know that one cycle members of the council and royal families started disappearing. It didn't take long for everyone to scatter. Some went to the stars, others sought refuge in various locations on Cybertron." The femme vented again, "Including Kaon."
"So… they were caught up in that pit-spawned coup," Skybreak vented again. "Funny, that that's one of the only complete memories I have of them. Some mechs yelling at them after I hid with Darkstorm. There was a struggle and when I ran out to help… They were gone. I… I never even got to say goodbye."
Slipstream, not used to physical contact, placed her servo over his. "I'm sorry, Skybreak." She hesitated before asking, "B-by gone do you mean you couldn't find them or were they . . . o-one with the Allspark?"
"I don't know. But considering how we never saw them again, I can only imagine they were terminated. And while Dreadwing and Skyquake took good care of us a few voors later… It just wasn't the same. And I'm sure our creators would've done a far better job of taking care of 'Storm than me." He smiled weakly. "It was certainly hard… an immature screw-up like me taking care of a sparkling. Or attempting to."
"Hey," the femme tightened her grip on his servo. "You made it this far, didn't you? You must've done something right."
"Not without leaving her scarred in more ways than one." Skybreak paused before chuckling, "I'm sorry. All these discoveries must be making me emotional."
Slipstream's spark ached as she saw what he meant spread across his facial plating. She stood and gently embraced him. "It's a lot to process . . . just don't let what happened in the past prevent a good future, all right? I've come too far to let you mope now. I've never known you to do so and I won't let you start."
Skybreak clung to her. "Ah, Slipstream. What would I do without you?" He vented. "But, I'll try… at least for you."
"Glad to hear it," a small smile came to her lip components. "Because you can ask Sunstorm about my methods of persuasion, and he'll tell you it's not worth blowing me off." She paused. "N-not that you are, it's just that words are easier to influence than actions."
"I never said you were," Skybreak kissed her softly. "Now, I remember I was helping with some otherwise dull work, wasn't I?"
"Helping? Try distracting me from." She vented, looked to the datapads, then looked back to the mech. "Care to help me for a little while longer?"
"Anything for you, gorgeous," Skybreak grinned. "But, hey, if my creators were part of the court, does make me a lord or something?"
Slipstream smiled and tilted her helm back and forth. "Or something." She stopped as her optics widened. "No you're riiight . . . you're an heir to the royal court . . . you and Darkstorm have power, entitlements." She looked into his optics. "You're not just orphans from Kaon, you have birthrights . . . all of which disappeared in the coup," she turned away as she finished, shocked.
Skybreak groaned. "Great. It's only gonna be that harder to convince everyone to quit bowing whenever I walk around. Honestly, I don't know how you deal with it."
She smiled and rolled her optics. "I learned a long time ago asking them not to do so is just a headache. They've been taught to bow; it's like trying to tell you not to look so brutish." She tilted her helm down, "I say that with love."
Skybreak laughed. "O' course. Still, I don't think this lord stuff is for me. My sister'd make a perfect lady but me? If I grew up in Vos, I think I'd be deported."
Slipstream laughed out loud, the first time she'd done so in a long time. "Well, I can vouch for you."
"Aw, thanks, gorgeous. It's nice to know I have someone on my side here." His expression brightened. "And mech, you should laugh like that more often. It's beautiful."
She looked away, servo covering most of her facial plating as the sound of cooling fans met Skybreak's audial receptors. "I haven't had anything to laugh about for quite some time."
"Well, that's why you have me. It's pretty hard not to laugh when you're around this mech," he grinned.
The femme smiled and shook her helm. "You've got that right. Or at the very least it's hard to stay on-task." She smirked, "Unless you care to help me."
"Only because I love you," he replied before adding jokingly, "That and your brother'd have my helm if I didn't make the offer."
She rolled her optics, a smile still on her facial plating. "Or I'd have his. There's no way I can finish these all on my own, and he ran off and ditched me."
Skybreak chuckled. "Now I know why you said he's easily distracted." He sat down next to her and began to sort through the data pads.
Darkstorm could not believe what she was hearing. She turned to her brother in shock. "O-Our creators? You are certain that-?"
Skybreak softly smiled and nodded. "From what I remember and what the datapads show, yeah. We… we finally know who they are."
She turned to the datapad once more, optics welling with coolant. She was so used to the mystery of never knowing who they were and now… she knew. She knew that they didn't leave them out of choice and that they loved her and brother. Despite herself, she chuckled as she dabbed her optics. "So… does that make me Lady Darkstorm?"
"I guess so," Skybreak grinned. "Make sure not to tell the bots at Vos though. They'll never stop bowing with you around." His gaze faltered. "But are you… all right?"
"Am I all right?" she smiled through her tears. "I… I'm just glad at knowing who they were. Thank you for sharing this with me, Brother."
Skybreak's expression softened further as his sister embraced him. "Anything for you, Sister."
D/N: Sooo… here it is. We finally know who Dar'sain and Skri'brak's parents were ^^ Exciting, right? And Skybreak is finally with Slipstream *cough*MYOTP*cough*.
And things have been rough for me this past weekend but the Lord is seeing me through. I forgot my ID at home so I couldn't take the ACT and my mom was furious. So, I prayed to God that everything would be all right and well... It was. It turns out I didn't need the test scores and the Lord has put an everlasting peace in my heart about my future. Praise Him forevermore!
Also, if possible, can you please pray for a fellow Transformers author, StokinDembers? Her father has stage 4 lung cancer… He needs prayers and, if possible, financial support.
Anywho, we really hope you liked this chapter and don't worry. I think Darkstorm will have the twins next chapter. So you won't have to wait for very long.
To Bluefeather4299: x'D I don't know if that was blondie's intention but it totally is! Isn't he a cutie? And don't worry. There's quite a bit more of this story coming. Just wait and see.
To Sparksaver: Darkstorm smiled softly. "Well, praise the Lord. That is good to hear." She leaned over and embraced him. "I wish you only the best, Sparksaver."
"Grace is not reduced to what you are able to do, it's what He is able to do through you. The offering of grace starts with the offering of yourself before God, saying to Him "Use me, in all my brokenness and failures, and make Your glory known." and then God fills our life with Himself" - T.B. LaBerge
May God bless you and your day, our lovely followers!
Until next time, Dream'sRealm
B/N: So I'm not gonna lie, when Skybreak first took to Slipstream, all I could think was "pfft good luck, dude." Now . . . Well I think you can see where that went :'D I hope you guys find this chapter as fun to read as it was to write~
Aha and it actually wasn't my intention for Kai meeting Optimus to be so similar to when Smokes did (I'd totally forgotten about Smokes meeting Optimus til you guys mentioned it) but I guess that's part of why I love Smokescreen xD I mean, Chimero turned out a lot more like me than I intended, and I know I reacted a looooot like how he and Smokes both did when I got to meet the voice actors at Denver Comic Con, so I guess I identified with that in Smokescreen too xD
Anywho, see you lovely persons next time~