WitchoftheNight

“Hey Red’?” Inferno carefully stuck his head though the door into the security officer’s domain, when nothing flew at him or was yelled at him he gingerly stepped all the way inside. In the too big chair in front of the wall of monitors his friend and lover lay curled up, optics dim and venting a little too fast. He should have been in recharge but, as usual, he wasn’t allowing himself the chance to rest. Of course, that was why he was there… “Hey, love, ya should be ‘charging by now, ya know, Medic’s orders,” he kept his voice soft, low and soothing as he moved though the small r

There were monsters, always monsters. The one that would rare its ugly head when he had to order someone to do something. It gnawed and wiggled in his tank, making him want to back up whatever he had in there. Kup had once told him it would get better, but it never did… Maybe that was why Sentinel and Elita hadn’t listened to him? Then there was the one that started to gnaw at his spark whenever he had to take up his axe and fight. It withered and clung, dimming the light of his spark, making it pulse so fast… like the heart of one of the small flying organics of Earth. Was that why he liked to fight so much? And the on

Trees sucked, Fireflight decided as he wiggled again in a fruitless attempt to get free of his new friend, and whined when the strange, soft foliage curled tighter about him. No one had told him that there were trees out there that liked to hug things… Granted, that was why he was on the Axiom now – to find out new things. But, hugging plants? Really…? Finally, the red and white flier sighed and resigned himself to a simple but depressing fact. He was going to have to call for help. Reluctant even with that knowledge, he turned on his comm. and logged into the primary line to the ship. –Fireflight to Axiom.– H

“Sandstorm, Sandstorm!” Fireflight’s bubbly voice echoed in the loading bay, demanding the attention of the mech who had just come back with his team with an exuberance that many on the ship had come to expect from the fledgling. He had no mind for any of that though; he wanted to talk to Sandstorm! In his haste to get to the orange mech, Fireflight nearly collided with another Seeker, whose arms were full of datapads; he only barely dodged under the mech’s wing and gave a halfsparked apology before slamming into his target with all his might. The move almost bowled the massive triple changer over (probably would have

Sandstorm knew a trap when he saw one, especially when it came to Fireflight. Obviously, these traps were rarely (but not never) intentional, but they were traps nonetheless. Telltale signs of such subterfuge were words like ‘pretty’ or ‘shiny’, but phrases were the real attention grabbers. Mainly, any conversation that started with, “You should really see this thing I found!” was a good indicator that they were about to end up in some type of trouble. And he still went along with it. What did that say about him? Currently, he and the Vosian were flying over some rather menacing looking outcroppings of ro

“Really?” Fireflight asked rhetorically while he glared at his personal terminal. The accursed machine was beeping the merry tune of an incoming spatial call. Again. When he was supposed to be meeting up with Sandstorm on the observation deck for a cube and a chat. But… What if it was his brothers? Or Creators? He wavered and then huffed, wings drooping. [Sorry, Sandstorm, I can’t make it but I’ll try and catch up with you later. Got another call… So sorry! I’ll make it up to you, promise!] the Vosian sent, the text barely a thought but so habitual that that was all that was needed. It was more and

Having given up on making preconceived plans with Fireflight because they always seemed to be interrupted and really, this was best as a surprise anyway, Sandstorm kept quiet about the newest thing he wanted to show his friend until literally the very last moment. Well, it wasn’t new exactly, but Fireflight had never seen it before, so it kind of was? It had been a while since his last trip to this sector, but he remembered all too well the strange glow of the string of planets they were coming upon, and he couldn’t wait to see the look on his friend’s face when he saw one in particular. Now, if only the mech would wake up

“Oh, they are beautiful!” Fireflight cooed upon opening the box that Sandstorm had just handed him, revealing six glimmering rocks nestled in shallow pockets between tufts of soft, dark mesh. He carefully picked up and rolled one of the nearly spherical rocks around the palm of his hand, admiring the way the crystalline surface caught the light before exchanging it for another one. They were about the size of his closed fist and each had a unique pattern and color scheme, and Fireflight just loved all of them to bits! Sandstorm grinned and allowed himself a small gloat, too pleased that his gift was well received to be concerned