Moonshine (Transformers oc)

Chapter 9: Discovering Control

This is the actual chapter 9 the story will be following.
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As days passed, Moonshine's new world became clearer and more familiar, and with each cycle, he felt himself adapting to his new form. He noticed the pulsing energy in his spark and the subtle strength growing in his frame—strength he couldn't fully understand but felt was essential. His optics adjusted, his servos became more precise, and he was slowly gaining control over the features that made up his small, advanced body.

But above all, he felt the pull of his wings. At first, he hadn't noticed them as anything more than part of his frame, an extension on his back. But he could feel a difference in them, the sleek metal components, finely tuned mechanisms, the way they connected deeply to his core, almost as if they were waiting for him to discover their true purpose.

One morning, while resting in his swing crib, Moonshine shifted, feeling his wings respond to the movement. Their long, sharp lines stretched and adjusted instinctively, recalibrating with a mechanical hum, finely attuned to each small motion. It was like they had their own programming, designed to move with him as he learned control.

Bumblebee entered the nursery, catching sight of Moonshine's wings as they flicked in response to his movements. His optics widened with interest as he approached. "Well, look at that!" Bumblebee said with a grin, his voice warm and encouraging. "Those wings of yours are more than just for show, huh?"

Moonshine turned his optics to Bumblebee, recognizing the voice and the reassuring yellow figure. He shifted again, feeling the subtle tilt of his wings as he adjusted his balance, the motors and fine-tuned servos within them responding to even the smallest command from his core. The feeling was strange but thrilling, as though he was beginning to understand that these wings were more than just a part of him—they were his tools, his way to move through the world.

Seeing his curiosity, Bumblebee leaned in, offering a steady hand. "Want to give it a try? I'll hold you steady, and you can see what those wings can really do."

Moonshine chirped in agreement, a soft sound of understanding, and reached for Bumblebee's servos. Gently, Bumblebee lifted him out of the swing crib, holding him in a way that gave his wings freedom to move and stretch. Feeling secure in Bumblebee's hold, Moonshine let his instincts guide him, tilting his wings in small, precise movements, testing their range and feeling the subtle feedback each motion gave him.

Bumblebee watched, fascinated. "Your wings are moving like stabilizers," he observed softly, more to himself than to Moonshine. "You're adjusting just like a flight controller would—compensating for balance and rotation."

Encouraged by Bumblebee's words, Moonshine continued his small, calculated movements. He could feel the delicate sensors in his wings reacting to each shift, providing him with data that seemed to flow directly into his core. His body, it seemed, was designed to understand altitude, rotation, and speed; every movement felt purposeful, calculated, like he was learning to tune himself for the air.

Ratchet, who had been observing nearby, stepped forward, impressed. "His frame is adjusting to these movements at a rapid pace," he noted, scanning Moonshine's wings as they moved in response to Bumblebee's gentle support. "These aren't just wings—they're advanced flight stabilizers, finely tuned for precision control."

Bumblebee smiled, his optics never leaving Moonshine. "You're going to be an incredible flyer someday, you know that, Moonshine? You're already moving like you're ready to take to the skies."

Optimus entered quietly, his tall figure casting a comforting shadow over the scene. He observed Moonshine's controlled movements with quiet admiration, his optics shining with pride. "His programming is extraordinary," Optimus said, his voice filled with reverence. "Whoever designed him gave him the skills of an expert. He's learning control on instinct alone."

Moonshine continued his small adjustments, feeling a growing connection to his wings, as if they were extensions of his core. He shifted them slightly, experimenting with angling and tilting, learning how even the slightest movement affected his stability and balance. Each motion felt intentional, calculated; his systems were already compensating for each tilt and turn, creating a perfect symmetry between his body and his wings.

With a soft rumble of encouragement, Optimus extended a hand toward Moonshine. "Would you like to test your stabilizers on a larger scale, Moonshine?" he asked in a gentle tone.

Moonshine's optics brightened, and he chirped in agreement. Bumblebee held him steady as Optimus lifted him onto his palm, giving the sparkling an elevated position. With Bumblebee's guidance, Moonshine extended his wings fully, finding balance as Optimus raised his hand carefully.

Moonshine instinctively shifted his wings, feeling the change in height and position as he adjusted to the new elevation. His internal sensors activated, processing data on his positioning and balance, and he adjusted his wings with a mechanical precision, rotating them slightly to maintain stability. The feeling was exhilarating—it wasn't flying yet, but it was the first taste of controlled elevation.

Optimus watched in awe. "He's adapting to these changes as if he were designed specifically for flight. It's as if he understands atmospheric conditions on an instinctive level."

Ratchet nodded, his tone admiring. "His core is calculating real-time data faster than anything we've seen in a sparkling. His systems are complex, even advanced beyond some of our own. It's almost as if he's been built with future technology in mind."

Moonshine continued to adjust, his wings making subtle tilts and recalibrations as he balanced on Optimus's hand. Though he wasn't airborne, he could feel his potential, the power within him, and he knew that one day, these wings would take him higher than he could imagine. For now, he was content to understand their movements, their ability to balance and stabilize him, guiding him like silent engines through this new world.

Bumblebee gave him an encouraging smile. "You're going to be one incredible flyer, Moonshine. Just keep practicing. You'll be soaring above us all one day."

Optimus lowered his hand, returning Moonshine to Bumblebee's waiting hold. The little seeker chirped in satisfaction, his small wings folding neatly against his back. Though he hadn't yet taken to the skies, he felt a sense of accomplishment, a newfound understanding of his own potential.

As Bumblebee held him close, Moonshine felt the promise of what he was built for, the sky calling to him somewhere deep in his spark. Surrounded by the Autobots who watched over him, he knew he had all the time he needed to grow, to learn, and to one day take flight.