Where Few Dare to Tread
Who: Sari Sumdac, Starscream, Megatron, god-modded with permission.
When: ???
Where: ???
What: Otherworldly adventure time.
If news of the recent attack on Nautilus escaped any part of the city of change, Sari Sumdac did not hear or see anything related to the distressful happenings worlds away. Blissfully unaware, her eyes were closed as she curled up in the leather seating of Starscream's jet form, covered up by a flannel blanket, the windows dimmed as they soared over unfamiliar territory at break-neck speeds. Outside the window, a huge grey helicopter was only just managing to keep pace with the faster jet, albeit the harrier was probably holding back in order for Megatron to keep up. Across from where Sari was cuddled up, Soundwave's tape deck sat immobile, tucked underneath the dashboard.
Outside the window it was cold, and windy, and altogether unforgiving for organic life to be sustained. Inside Starscream's cockpit, however, it was warm, and comforting, and cosy. Sari's small body ached from exhaustion, but in a good way; a way that signified the end of another long day of work. Life was springing up from glass thousands of feet below her at that very moment; everywhere, Isis' influence was beginning to shatter. It was long and tiring work, but she didn't mind. After months and months of being locked away in Nautilus, she had finally escaped, if only for a little while.
She'd never imagined just how much she missed having fun like this. Sure, the work was hard, and usually monotonous, but Sari was earnest, and felt she was actually doing something that mattered. And she was learning. Starscream, Sari'd always known was a great teacher when he wanted to be, but under the tutelage of both Decepticons was a rare treat. She felt trusted, and loved, and important. And if someone was going to rely on her to fix a job, she'd do whatever it took to make sure she didn't let anyone down.
Sari, cracking open her eyes at last, squinted out the foggy cockpit as an unfamiliar sun lazily rose in the direction they were flying. Light reflected across the new world they had entered; glass reflected the light a hundred-fold, as though they had just entered a stained-glass painting. She yawned, sitting up and stretching out as much as she could in the compact apartment, and then laid a hand on top of Starscream's dashboard, knowing he'd feel the touch.
"Morning," she greeted him, sleepily, and moved to pack the blanket back underneath the seat. Another long day was ahead of them.
Sari found that she didn't mind that one bit.
When: ???
Where: ???
What: Otherworldly adventure time.
If news of the recent attack on Nautilus escaped any part of the city of change, Sari Sumdac did not hear or see anything related to the distressful happenings worlds away. Blissfully unaware, her eyes were closed as she curled up in the leather seating of Starscream's jet form, covered up by a flannel blanket, the windows dimmed as they soared over unfamiliar territory at break-neck speeds. Outside the window, a huge grey helicopter was only just managing to keep pace with the faster jet, albeit the harrier was probably holding back in order for Megatron to keep up. Across from where Sari was cuddled up, Soundwave's tape deck sat immobile, tucked underneath the dashboard.
Outside the window it was cold, and windy, and altogether unforgiving for organic life to be sustained. Inside Starscream's cockpit, however, it was warm, and comforting, and cosy. Sari's small body ached from exhaustion, but in a good way; a way that signified the end of another long day of work. Life was springing up from glass thousands of feet below her at that very moment; everywhere, Isis' influence was beginning to shatter. It was long and tiring work, but she didn't mind. After months and months of being locked away in Nautilus, she had finally escaped, if only for a little while.
She'd never imagined just how much she missed having fun like this. Sure, the work was hard, and usually monotonous, but Sari was earnest, and felt she was actually doing something that mattered. And she was learning. Starscream, Sari'd always known was a great teacher when he wanted to be, but under the tutelage of both Decepticons was a rare treat. She felt trusted, and loved, and important. And if someone was going to rely on her to fix a job, she'd do whatever it took to make sure she didn't let anyone down.
Sari, cracking open her eyes at last, squinted out the foggy cockpit as an unfamiliar sun lazily rose in the direction they were flying. Light reflected across the new world they had entered; glass reflected the light a hundred-fold, as though they had just entered a stained-glass painting. She yawned, sitting up and stretching out as much as she could in the compact apartment, and then laid a hand on top of Starscream's dashboard, knowing he'd feel the touch.
"Morning," she greeted him, sleepily, and moved to pack the blanket back underneath the seat. Another long day was ahead of them.
Sari found that she didn't mind that one bit.