Survivor

Miller had sat with his legs draped over the edge of the cliff...frowning. Slipstream's outburst still repeated in his head. A mate. It felt like yesterday that he was seeing her climb out of the glowing blue pod. How did things become so complicated so quickly. His chest expanded then slowly collapsed as he sighed heavily. Pulling himself to his feet, he turned away from the view before him. "Just had to go investigate that site didn't I..." He murmured to himself. Even as he said this, he found himself...missing the femme and wondering how long it would be until she returned.

As he caught the thought pattern, he snorted softly. For years he'd been following Slipstream like some lost pup. Now, as a mech, as one of them, he needed to change things. The handicap of being human was gone now. That much was evident as he peered down at his hands. If he focused his hearing enough, he could hear the whirling gears as he curled one digit as a time. He was just like them only he needed to learn what they knew faster to accommodate his size if not for himself then for Slipstream.

Miller nodded at his own reasoning and bought his attention to the weapon on his forearm. He had yet to be shown how to use it. Then again, why should he wait? He didn't have to wait for his parents to teach him how to use his limbs. "Alright, that's see what this can do." He stated feeling a bit of excitement as he examined the limb. Leveling it so that he could sight down his arm, he aimed at a tree. His eyes narrowed in concentration picturing the weapon going off and trying to get it to do so. A moment passed and nothing happened.

"Come on....fire........shoot.....something!"

Miller shook the arm in frustration then jerked it in the direction of the tree once again. This time the weapon discharged almost sending him falling to the ground. He stumbled instead. The sound of the tree exploding along with several behind it echoed through the air. He laughed triumphantly. "Hah!"

Another fire was shot destroying several more trees. A grin tugged at his lips. "What else is there...." His hands patted along his chest and arms in search of more weapons to try. His attention came the arm he'd assumed was weaponless. Just as before he held it up and concentrated. Almost instantly a barrel extended from a small port located at the center of his forearm. Seconds later, a litter of bullets were fired rattling the trees that still stood. "Perfect." He stated cutting the stream short. "Just wait til Slip sees this." With that said, he jumped into the air and took on his jet form and took off for some flying practice.

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Slipstream woke up on the cold surface of her cell floor. Her head hurt, her arms hurt, everything hurt. With a strangled breath, the femme sat up and peered around her holding area. Did Starscream know? Did her uncles know? Did Miller…? He was probably worried about her. Slipstream attempted to beep Miller through their private comm. hoping that he knew how to use it…

Miller?

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He spent the rest of the night perfecting his flying until he barely had the energy to return to the resting area Slipstream had shown him earlier. There he took the bed with the intentions to allow the femme to have it once she returned. However that time never came. Miller felt a sense of disappointment when he awoke to find that Slipstream hadn't returned. Sitting up slowly, he searched the room as if he could have possibly overlooked her. His search was paused upon hearing her call his name. Instinctively he looked toward the door. "Sli--..." He paused finding no one there. Was he losing his mind? He frowned but quickly recalled how the mechs communicated amongst each other.

Slipstream? Where are you?

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A stream of hope ran through her circuits as his voice echoed throughout her mind; I don’t know… My… carrier - I mean, mother - is here, and she’s plotting something bad, Miller. Apollo’s in on the whole thing too!

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He could feel his stomach drop upon hearing her words. The fact that her mother was in the picture hardly mattered. It all narrowed down to Slipstream was out there...and in danger. What....what do I do, Slip? Does your father know? Miller was already on the move. He would find her with or without the other's help.

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A/N: Sorry for the long wait! v__v