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The wind on the balcony Perceptor finds himself on is a little brisk still from the last vestiges of that polar Cyclone that they blessedly slept through. The sky, however, is now clear and a crisp beautiful blue that is swiftly fading to dusk. Strata used to love this time of the day, when the thermals were just starting to fade, the stars just coming out.
He stares up at the sky as if he can summon the two girls by thought alone. It doesn't work any better now than it did when they first slowly started ranging farther and longer from his side as an organic. Wheeljack may be in for something of a surprise; Strata and Photon were rather independant before they were separated. If Strata has become a field medic, they have been Cybertronian longer than the time since their separation. Perceptor does not imagine that they will require much... "raising" anymore.
He is unaccountably saddened by that fact, and pulls the blanket tighter around himself, ducking his head against the folds to take in Wheeljack's human scent. He hopes his mate isn't disappointed by them. The engineer has been waiting for a chance to have a family for so very long. In their brief time bonded before everything fell apart, that was quite clear in his memories. Perceptor hopes that Wheeljack isn't hurt if the girls don't need so much a parent as a mentor.
One which they have apparently already found in Starscream of all mechs. That isn't going to sit well with Wheeljack when it sinks in.
Years ago, before that fateful meeting in the Nexus, Perceptor was angry at the dead Seeker. He wasn't prone to hate, but he easily could have hated Starscream for taking his friends - not yet mates - away. Even after that fateful meeting and the birth of his daughters, it was several years before he finally realized the awful truth:
Starscream was as responsible for his daughters as Skywarp was.
Without the alienation and loneliness he felt after having lost his closest friends and potential mates, Perceptor would have fled Skywarp at the first sign of physical attraction in that biological form. After that epiphany, it was impossible to truly hate Starscream any longer. Not without some of that hate sloughing off on his daughters, and that was something that would never happen. He'd forgiven the arrogant Seeker in his own way long before he was ever returned to Earth. It was why he'd told Photon. He felt it was important for them to understand their origins, and Photon had matured to a level where she would be able to make her own logical deductions.
Strata... had not yet reached that point before they were lost to him. He wonders if she has figured it out, or if Photon has told her yet.
He sighs and stares out at the sky, the blanket of stars just rolling out, and wonders where they could be.
He stares up at the sky as if he can summon the two girls by thought alone. It doesn't work any better now than it did when they first slowly started ranging farther and longer from his side as an organic. Wheeljack may be in for something of a surprise; Strata and Photon were rather independant before they were separated. If Strata has become a field medic, they have been Cybertronian longer than the time since their separation. Perceptor does not imagine that they will require much... "raising" anymore.
He is unaccountably saddened by that fact, and pulls the blanket tighter around himself, ducking his head against the folds to take in Wheeljack's human scent. He hopes his mate isn't disappointed by them. The engineer has been waiting for a chance to have a family for so very long. In their brief time bonded before everything fell apart, that was quite clear in his memories. Perceptor hopes that Wheeljack isn't hurt if the girls don't need so much a parent as a mentor.
One which they have apparently already found in Starscream of all mechs. That isn't going to sit well with Wheeljack when it sinks in.
Years ago, before that fateful meeting in the Nexus, Perceptor was angry at the dead Seeker. He wasn't prone to hate, but he easily could have hated Starscream for taking his friends - not yet mates - away. Even after that fateful meeting and the birth of his daughters, it was several years before he finally realized the awful truth:
Starscream was as responsible for his daughters as Skywarp was.
Without the alienation and loneliness he felt after having lost his closest friends and potential mates, Perceptor would have fled Skywarp at the first sign of physical attraction in that biological form. After that epiphany, it was impossible to truly hate Starscream any longer. Not without some of that hate sloughing off on his daughters, and that was something that would never happen. He'd forgiven the arrogant Seeker in his own way long before he was ever returned to Earth. It was why he'd told Photon. He felt it was important for them to understand their origins, and Photon had matured to a level where she would be able to make her own logical deductions.
Strata... had not yet reached that point before they were lost to him. He wonders if she has figured it out, or if Photon has told her yet.
He sighs and stares out at the sky, the blanket of stars just rolling out, and wonders where they could be.