Survivor

Apollo tossed Miller onto the ground at Skywarp’s feet, the man grunting as he hit the ground.
“Ooh, this is him?” Skywarp inquired, reaching down to prod the human with a single claw, making it difficult for him to stand. “How disgustingly squishy…” The dark seeker smirked and handed both a can of oil for their trouble. A sneer tugged at his lips hearing Skywarp's words. Bastard wasn't exactly the Leonardo De Caprio of mechs in Miller's opinion.

“Where is Slipstream, anyway?”

Sunstorm lowered his gaze; “I’m afraid… there was a rock slide.”

Finally pushing to his feet he turned his attention to Sunstorm. "That you caused! You didn't even check if she was alright!" He yelled at the mech.

Skywarp wasn’t one to believe humans, but he couldn’t help but wonder—considering how Sunstorm was. “Well… The squishy has a backbone after all!” He leaned closer, letting one of his claws graze Miller’s cheek. “Then again, we can always double check to make sure…” In the corner, Apollo couldn’t help but smile at his uncle’s sadistic tendencies. Miller, however, flinched at the cold press of metal against his cheek. Still, the anger he felt from Slipstream being left behind possibly injured kept him standing upright. It didn't matter either way. Without Slipstream, he was either dead or back at home living a normal life. Ten years in the femme’s company...he didn't know if he could go back to being 'normal'.

o---o

The mountain of rubble fell from her form in rivers.
Slipstream groaned as she pulled herself free, none too happy about the dents gracing her figure. “Bastards…” she cursed and opened a private comm. link with her primary caretaker:

“Thundercracker… I need some help…”

She gave the mech her coordinates and proceeded to make her way out of the cave.

(((What happened?)))

“Eh, Sunstorm and Apollo stole my play toy.”

(((Oh, wel—)))

“AND!—Sunstorm buried me under rocks.”

She could hear the sigh in his voice as he told her to stay put, that he was just a few minutes away. And when he finally arrived, Slipstream immediately wrapped her arms around him, careful to avoid the sensitive wings. “I wish they would leave me alone…” she said, her voice being muffled by his armor. “He thinks you will desert him; that you’re turning soft and… Autobot-like.”

The femme looked up at the larger jet, her brilliant red optics glittering with fear; “Please don’t tell Starscream.” Thundercracker brought a hand to her helm. “I won’t.”

o---o

Sunstorm and Apollo were now perched on a nearby ledge, with their cans of oil held firmly within their grasp. Below them, Skywarp circled his human prey; “Strip.” He looked up watching Skywarp circle him. The order given made him raise his eyebrows. "For what?" He questioned.

“Just do it!” barked the black seeker.

He jumped at the barked words. Grinding his teeth, Miller complied. The tattered t-shirt and jeans came off along with his socks and shoes. Sunstorm and Skywarp began to laugh their asses off—even Apollo threw in a chuckle. “You squishies are so fucking ugly!” yelled Sunstorm.

Skywarp grinned; “Your interface unit is rather small, too. We can fix that for you…”

Miller silently seethed. It was nothing like being made fun of by aliens. "My what?" He looked down at himself for a moment before snorting. Were they serious. "No thanks, it’s the right size for my species, asshole." He grumbled.

And they laughed again.

“You like Slipstream, don’t you?”

"L-like?" Miller eyes widened slightly. Slipstream had saved his life and was probably the best friend he'd ever had...of course he liked he....oh. His eyes narrowed. "She's my friend. What do you care?"

Skywarp glanced to Sunstorm for a moment, then back to Miller.
“We can make you one of us… Perhaps then you won’t have to worry about getting stepped on.” Sunstorm hopped down to add his two cents; “And we need a third to complete our trine.” The darker jet cocked an optic ridge at his nephew, but decided against saying anything about the matter.

The offer came as a shock. He was sure he had been bought here to be torn to pieces. Miller looked from one mech to the other to the other. "One of you..." He repeated the words in his head. "How?"

As both mechs looked between one another, Apollo stood atop his perch; “Starscream knows…” He glared at the trio below and tossed his empty can aside. “But it will take some convincing.” Skywarp smirked and turned his back on Sunstorm and Miller; and the golden jet snickered down at the man. “If you don’t agree, fleshie, I’ll kill you myself.”

Starscream.

Miller swallowed at the mention of Slipstream's father. How would he convince a mech that was similar to Sunstorm that he deserved to be an alien jet...thing? He started to decline the offer only to pause at Sunstorm's words. Miller gritted his teeth. "Then I don't have much choice now do I?" He ground out.