Fire in the Sky
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Category:
S through Z › Transformers (Movie Only)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
2,445
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I don't own Transformers: I make no money doing this.
Navigant
They said nothing about it to the others or to each other. It was like a secret too deep for words. But Starscream could still swear he felt Skyfire’s sensor net, some distant pinging echoes of his emotions. And before he wanted to think it was the solar of the Navigant, and there was no room in his processor for anything other than worry.
They took the trines first, a pair of mature Seekers taking each candidate and blanking his optics. They would fly the candidate to space, overpulse him to unconsciousness, and then deposit him in a distant sector. The task was simple—find your way home. As the trine teams diminished in number, the only two quaternes lost some of their cocky edge. First the jokes became thinner, then the wishes to the departing candidates more earnest, as if they hoped to claim some of that good wish for themselves. A thin bid: think kindly of me that we may come home. The both of us.
Skywarp took Starscream by the shoulder. “You’ll be fine,” he said, firmly. “Don’t look so nervous.”
Starscream shook his head. “I want us all to come back.”
“We will,” Skywarp said. Thundercracker nodded. “We all will.”
Skyfire patted his other shoulder. “We’re worried about you.”
“Me?” He felt his capacitor clutch. Was his incompetence so obvious? Could they tell that he, the left out one, the one not truly of the trine, the Trine Plus Starscream and not a real quaterne at all, would fail? Was it written on his armor in some way they could read?
Thundercracker jerked his chin at Starscream. “Just worried you’ll do this to yourself—get in a tizzy and panic.”
“I—I shall not panic.”
“Better not,” Thundercracker growled, and then—the Seekers tapped him on the shoulder. With a last stern nod at the rest of his quaterne, Thundercracker hit his ignition and flew off with his Seekers. They took Skywarp next, who squeezed his hands tightly. “Don’t panic,” he said, earnestly. “We need you.”
Skyfire gave Starscream a jaunty salute as they came for him. “Be back before you even come out of overpulse,”
“Skyfire—“ Words he couldn’t say, wanted to say, collided in his throat around a knot of something like fear.
“I know.” He cracked a grin and flew off.
At last, they came for Starscream. His capacitor tic’d alarmingly. Do not panic, he told himself. Do not panic. You are not allowed to panic. It is forbidden. If you panic, you will not see them again: Skywarp. Thundercracker. Skyfire—Skyfire. He wanted nothing more than to be with Skyfire again. To touch their sparks again. He could do it. He wanted it so badly. He would do it. He would not panic.
He nodded grimly at his Seekers.
They took the trines first, a pair of mature Seekers taking each candidate and blanking his optics. They would fly the candidate to space, overpulse him to unconsciousness, and then deposit him in a distant sector. The task was simple—find your way home. As the trine teams diminished in number, the only two quaternes lost some of their cocky edge. First the jokes became thinner, then the wishes to the departing candidates more earnest, as if they hoped to claim some of that good wish for themselves. A thin bid: think kindly of me that we may come home. The both of us.
Skywarp took Starscream by the shoulder. “You’ll be fine,” he said, firmly. “Don’t look so nervous.”
Starscream shook his head. “I want us all to come back.”
“We will,” Skywarp said. Thundercracker nodded. “We all will.”
Skyfire patted his other shoulder. “We’re worried about you.”
“Me?” He felt his capacitor clutch. Was his incompetence so obvious? Could they tell that he, the left out one, the one not truly of the trine, the Trine Plus Starscream and not a real quaterne at all, would fail? Was it written on his armor in some way they could read?
Thundercracker jerked his chin at Starscream. “Just worried you’ll do this to yourself—get in a tizzy and panic.”
“I—I shall not panic.”
“Better not,” Thundercracker growled, and then—the Seekers tapped him on the shoulder. With a last stern nod at the rest of his quaterne, Thundercracker hit his ignition and flew off with his Seekers. They took Skywarp next, who squeezed his hands tightly. “Don’t panic,” he said, earnestly. “We need you.”
Skyfire gave Starscream a jaunty salute as they came for him. “Be back before you even come out of overpulse,”
“Skyfire—“ Words he couldn’t say, wanted to say, collided in his throat around a knot of something like fear.
“I know.” He cracked a grin and flew off.
At last, they came for Starscream. His capacitor tic’d alarmingly. Do not panic, he told himself. Do not panic. You are not allowed to panic. It is forbidden. If you panic, you will not see them again: Skywarp. Thundercracker. Skyfire—Skyfire. He wanted nothing more than to be with Skyfire again. To touch their sparks again. He could do it. He wanted it so badly. He would do it. He would not panic.
He nodded grimly at his Seekers.