Under my wing

Thoughts

The flight had been less thn enjoying, stuck in that cell for Primus knows how long. Starscream was going mad, pacing all about the small cell, itching to spread his wings and just fly. Now she wasn't sure where she was going to fly, she just fet like flying. Flying into nothingness, to fly until she couldn't anymore. It was cruel to keep the Seeker all tied up and locked down in this cramped space, they could at LEAST put a mirror in!

Starscream scratched a claw against the wall, marking another solarcycle that had passed. It was an endless feeling of dread looming over her, she knew what was going to happen when the ship would get to Cybertron. She'd be tried for being a Decepticon. For choosing the side that promised her safety and a right to fight. It made Starscreams energon boil, to be trialed as wrong when she indeed thought she'd been in the right. She thought and thought and thought, pacing aaround and around and around her cell, thinkinng on what she could possibly do to get out of this situation.

Then it hit her. Literally. A gust of wind knocked Starscream off her peds. she landed on the floor with a loud thud. She laid on the floor for a few moments, springing up just in time to see one of the twins, Jetstorm she thought, dart into view. There was a worried look on the younger mechs face, it confused the seeker. She didn't really care all too much right now, more concerned on what the wind was for.

Stomping to the cell field she'd yell, "Care to explain WHY I was so carelessly knocked off my peds and onto the floor!?" Glaring daggers at the small Autobot.

He didn't answer, that same worried look sticking to his face as the clamp suddenly tightened around Starscreams mouth. She let out an angry grumble as she glared down at the bot, wanting nothing more than to stick her claws in his helm. Starscream stared down at the blue bot, watching as he gave her a look over. It was as if he was worried that she'd gotten hurt. Why? Who knew, these twins were insane. They worried over her so often, it was beyond frustrating! SHE WAS A GROWN 'CON FOR SPARK SAKE!

"Mom, is not safe no more." Jetstorm finally spoke up, the field that closed the cell suddenly vanishing. "I get you out."

Starscream was confused, more than she had been when the twins had first shown up. Jetstorm pulled the seeker down the hall, infrequenty checking around to make sure nobody was coming down the hall. Starscream soon caught on that the flier was freeing her, letting her escape if you will. The seeker allowed herself to be lead towards a hatch, the clamp falling off her mouth quickly with a click of a button. Starscream scratched at the cuffs slightly, Jetstorm waving dismissivly as he deactivated them.

Starscream pushed Jetstorm away, unlatching the door and jumping out. She transformered quickly, her body compacting into the form of a jet. She jetted away from the ship, laughing triumphently as she left them all behind. She didn't really have a place to hide or run, she just wanted to fly. To fly until she couldn't, like he'd dreamt of doing in that acursed cell.

Starscream flew, and he flew and flew and flew until he couldn't anymore. He settled on a large asteroid that was floating through the barrineness of space. Why.... That's all she could think. Why did an Autobot help her? Was it because Starscream had given them their ability to fly? It was a possiblity, but it was so slim tht it couldn't be it....

She just sat and thought.