Prompt Post 11/26: You put the rum in the eggnog and shake it all up!
Nine Rings of Vos - Arc 4: Earth
A Transformers: G1 Fanfiction
Author: Sanjuno Shori Niko
Summary: ... You didn't really believe that Starscream left anything to chance, now did you?
Timeline: More love, cuddles, and savage dismemberment can be found here.
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(In which Red Alert isn’t all that alert.)
Pale blue claws stroked over a sparking helm, and a normally rasping voice crooned softly in comfort. The acid scent of scorched wiring filled the air around the two Cybertronians. One with wings, hovering protectively. One without, curled insensate on the ground and glitching so badly electric sparks flew from his helm.
Starscream crouched over the Autobot Security Director’s twitching form, optics unguarded and pitying. The fritzing mech was oblivious to the Decepticon Second in Command as the Seeker stood guard. The Seeker who was Winglord, the Seeker who recognized the spark signature that sang of kin, an energy that proclaimed the groundling to be Flightless. The mangled, warped emissions in the energy field that resulted from the forcefully sundered bonds of a sparkling stolen from flock and aerie.
This exact situation was the entire source of justification needed in support of Starscream’s plan. All the motivation required to do as they had done, lay in mechs such as this. Their pain, this agony of unnatural separation. The glitch-plagued Autobot was a perfect example of the sins perpetuated on the Seeker Nation. The impetus behind their rebellion lay in every lost and beleaguered spark that suffered from the scarring and trauma. No one seeing this suffering would deny the Seekers the vengeance they took. The price paid in the plating and energon of their enemies. The Senate had reaped the whirlwind for their hubris, and yet it was too little, too late. Starscream remembered the keen of the mourning songs echoing among the crypts every time one of the Lost came to his attention. Had Red Alert’s flock sung for him, or did they search still? Were they even still alive? There was no way to tell. Unless Starscream took the paranoid Autobot to the Temple for the Priests to test his spark and match it to the Songs on record - no.
Starscream went down on his knees, trusting his trinemates - who were out “searching” for his location - to keep watch; Starscream drew Red Alert into his lap and sang an old Seeker lullaby. It was an old song - one of the first Histories their hatchlings learned as more than spark coded instinct. There was nothing to do now but wait out the time until their hastily concocted plan to return the wounded Security Officer to his Autobot allies and proper medical care.
“Hear the Code say Flock Together
Hear the Windsong through the ether
Trine comes first
Family is next
All Trine are Family speaks the Codex.”
“Winglords rise, Windbond calls
Time has come to give your all
All are One
The clarion call
Protect our world from Prime who Falls.”
“One to one to one be Three
Together more than lone can be
Fly the Skies
Skim the Lands
Trust your Spark to Primus’ hands.”
The echoes of Starscream’s voice faded away and the Autobot lay quiet and still in the Seeker’s lap, his frenetic twitching calmed for the moment. Starscream knew that very little - if any - of the song’s meaning had gotten through to the poor lostling. Not with Red Alert’s processors locked up from the abrupt flare up of his glitch. Not with Red Alert’s ability to interpret the Cant mangled along with his spark energies. Perhaps the intent of comfort was enough to ease some of the turmoil the Security Officer was suffering. Starscream could only hope that was so, because there was precious little else the Seeker could do to soothe the Autobot’s pain without compromising his cover.
The hollow scuff of a heel turbine on stone drew Starscream’s attention up to where his trinemates stood waiting. Time to act the part once again, it seemed.
Starscream stood, pulling Red Alert up with him. The Autobot was slowly growing more cognisant and Starscream smiled at the dimming sensor horns. His plan unfolded like a puzzle, pieces slotting together neatly until the injured Autobot was returned to his fellows, redeemed and given a hero’s welcome. Ignoring the pang in his spark that demanded Red Alert was to be returned to the Windbond at once Starscream wheeled about with his trinemates and followed the retreating Decepticons back to the Nemesis.
Red Alert would learn of his origins and return to the fold soon enough. All of their lost ones would come home. Starscream and his kin had been working on this venture for far too long to accept any other outcome.
For all of the Seekers, that time of reunion could not come soon enough.
(Word Count: 750)
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Right on then, this bit here was prompted by hareku - the request was for "more Rings 'verse, especially anything to do with Red Alert!" Thusly: I give you all some Red Alert. Asleep. In Starscream's lap. It's the season, okay? Makes me feel all cuddly and slag. *flounces off in search of something more dramatic for next time*
HERE THERE BE DRAGONS! (Click them. You know you want to.)
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