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"Who You Are In the Stars"

A scene from season 1, episode 2 of Transformers Resurrection, "Lost in Trans-formation", where Windblade helps make a long time dream of Chance's come true. One of my favorite scenes in this story!!!

Forward note: One of the characters featured in this excerpt is selectively mute and communicates in ASL. Italics indicate when said character is signing or showing their words. All other dialogue is spoken and/or spoken and signed.

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Chance pulled his jacket tighter around himself as he sat on the rocks overlooking the cliff face of Mount. Saint Hillary. Guided by the light of the setting sun, he dragged his charcoal pencil over his sketchbook, etching a new eldritch horror from his mind into it. The dying rays reflected against the rhinestones of the denim, causing them to wink with every slight shift in movement. It was better than shedding tears or making a scene in front of his friends, both human and robot.

He didn’t realize someone was watching him until he picked up the rustle of branches bending back and cracking. He turned around, slightly startled, and ready to chew anyone out for bothering him after what had just happened, but then he registered who it was. A familiar red and blue aerial bot, lithe, and tiny, barely taller than the medium-sized trees, seemingly delicate, yet the sword at her side dispelled that notion quickly. Her painted face, resembling a geisha, blinked innocently and worriedly at him as she emerged from the treeline. “Are you okay?” She signed wordlessly.

Chance sighed, signing and speaking back, “No, not really.” He hadn’t been for a long time. Ever, really.

“Let me guess, you heard all that?” She continued.

He nodded, looking ashamed. “I don’t even know what I did wrong. One minute things were fine, the next they were going behind my back and complaining about me. I guess I should be used to it by now, but I’m not.”

The last line looked like it intrigued Windblade. She stepped closer to Chance, who allowed it, despite still having to get used to being approached by robots twice his size. She knelt beside him, and the duo sat in silence for a long moment. She looked contemplative yet pensive, as if dredging up unpleasant memories. Finally she signed to him, “I know how that feels.”

He glanced over at her, surprised. “You do?”

She nodded. “Where I’m from, a gift such as mine was considered extremely valuable. To be able to talk to the foundations of Cybertron, forge such a connection with them…I was trained since I was new out of the forge to harness it. To be a Cityspeaker.”

A Cityspeaker. Chance turned the word over in his head. “What was it like?”

She hesitated for a moment, as if speaking the truth would get her smited. “Brutal.” She finally answered. “Hours upon hours of studying history, etiquette, techniques, on top of combat training. Mistress punished us for even the slightest mistake. And sometimes, she wouldn’t even tell us where we went wrong. We’d have to figure it out ourselves. And if we couldn’t, well, more punishment for us.”

Chance looked horrified for a moment. Windblade wasn’t that much older than Bee according to Optimus. She was barely an adult in human terms. But having to endure all of THAT, it was…painfully relatable, but still, he wouldn’t wish that on his worst enemy.

He was brought back to Earth when she asked, “You said you were ‘used to it’. And you came out here, of all places, and at all hours. Would you…be okay with explaining?”

The sun by now had gone completely down, a dark navy blue sky replacing it, with stars flecking it like salt scattered on a table. A sense of longing filled Chance’s core as he saw them twinkling like his jacket. He didn’t want to elaborate, but it was Windblade. Of all the bots, she showed him the most kindness and understanding since they got pulled into their world. They were more alike than he initially thought; he owed her this, at least. He chose his words carefully before he spoke.

“Back before I moved to St. Hillary, back with my…spawn points, I used to look up at the stars every night. Wonder what it would be like to get close enough to touch them. I’d try to reach out to them…then remembered I was behind a window, on the top floor of a tiny house, with no wings or means to get there. I wanted more than anything to be free from that place. Free from Earth, even. I’ve always wanted to fly.”

He didn’t look back at Windblade during this, just standing up and mimicking motions of reaching to the sky and grabbing one of those blazing balls of gases in his grip. He didn’t even consider what Windblade was mulling over in her mind, and the decision she made then and there.

She fluidly shifted into her VTOL jet mode, and only then did Chance turn around. Realization dawned on his face, which went pale. “Wait, really? Now?”

She transformed one arm out to beckon him inside, insistent. Chance’s mind raced a thousand miles a minute. But he couldn’t stop the smile on his face. “O-okay!” Tucking his notebook in his jacket and his pencil behind his ear, he scampered to her, climbed up and over her wing, and clamored into her small cockpit. He cozied himself inside, taking in the advanced HUD that displayed information in a mix of Cybertronian and English. She buckled his seatbelt for him, making him chuckle. He should have figured she could do that.

“You ready?” She displayed.

He nodded, clutching his jacket from sheer excitement. “Yeah! Let’s go!”

They took off smoothly, then all at once, zoomed up to the sky like a rocket. Chance felt his stomach drop as he gazed out the window, watching the ground grow smaller and smaller. He surprisingly wasn’t scared, only elated. Windblade could practically feel his excitement, and she couldn’t suppress a smile internally at the opportunity to make him happy. It had been forever since she’d been out of the Ark to stretch her wings. She felt emboldened by the sudden freedom.

“You wanna see some tricks?” She asked daringly.

Chance beamed. “Yes!!!”

“Then hang on!” She gunned her engine and picked up speed, spinning into a barrel roll. She tilted back and forth, leaning left and right as if dodging heavy laser fire, though the only threat to them was the occasional flock of migrating birds. She spun again, transitioning into a loop-de-loop flip, up and down, like she hadn’t spent 4 million years locked in the mountain. The wind whistled past, giving her a pleasant chill to contrast with her hot mechanisms.

Chance thought he would have been sick, but he wasn’t. Somehow, the interior insulated him from the most extreme G-force effects, he chalked that up to be a Cybertronian thing, leaving him running on pure adrenaline. He laughed, an unfamiliar sound that sort of just happened, but he didn’t, no, couldn’t, stop. Windblade wanted to laugh with him, but she stopped herself before she could. She wouldn’t drown him out either way, not for the world.

They sliced through the clouds, their shadow racing them as they crested the upper stratosphere. The black expanse of space stretched all around them, and with them, the stars. Chance’s eyes went wide with wonder as he leaned up, pressed his hands against the glass, and gazed into the abyss. They were everything he’d imagined and more. Shimmering balls of gas, yet they looked more like the eyes of ancient gods staring back at them. He felt like they were intruding, yet he didn’t want to leave. His fingers pressed against the glass harder, wanting to reach out.

Windblade noticed this and opened a small panel on her canopy, not enough to suck him or all the air out, but enough for him to stick his hand out and reach. Air rushed by, chilling him to the bone. He couldn’t grab one, of course, but it was like he could. He practically ran on his imagination, anyway. Windblade wished she could take a picture of his face. The wonder, curiosity and joy warmed her spark in a way it hadn’t since before the war. She wanted to protect it more than anything, even if it meant fighting Megatron. She couldn’t quite explain it, but it was an almost motherly, protective instinct she hadn’t felt before. Not romantic, but something just as intimate. Optimus had floated the term “partners” around regarding the relationship between the bots and their human friends, and now she realized the significance of it in the presence of Chance.

He had no parents, no guardians besides his aunt, so she would be his guardian. She would be his partner. She swore a silent vow to Primus in her spark, and she had been trained never to break an oath to Primus himself, long dormant as he may be.

“Thank you for doing this for me.” His quiet voice pulled her from her thoughts. His smile was timid, yet genuine. He felt like he should say more, but he didn’t.

“Of course.” She commed back. “Anything for my partner, right?”

Partner. Chance liked the sound of that.

He leaned against the window again to stare out of it, maybe let himself drift off to sleep for the time before they landed. He didn’t know when that would be, but he trusted Windblade to navigate them back home when they were ready. He shut his eyes for a moment, then blinked them open in a start as something below them registered. It was a shadow, and not of a cloud; it was a man-made, unnatural shape.

“What’s that?” He asked, pointing to it. Windblade glanced down in its direction and her spark nearly stopped. A light blue and pink striped fighter jet swerved back and forth egotistically between the clouds, despite the fact it had no pilot. Purple sigils branded its wings.

“Slipstream.” She replied darkly.

Chance’s heart leapt, recognizing the name. “We have to tell the Autobots, right?” His voice nearly sounded disappointed. He wasn’t ready to be in contact with them yet, and she knew this. Slipstream was vicious, but she rarely flew alone. The other Seekers had to be close, but there were no other visible shadows or sounds of engines, and neither Skywarp nor Thundercracker were known to be particularly stealthy. She had to be up to something.

“Not particularly.” She didn’t speak but Chance could pick up her unseen smirk. “It’s usually good to perform recon before alerting for backup. See what exactly the enemy is doing before we form a plan.”

Chance smirked back, relieved and empowered by her trust. “Let’s go see, then.”

Windblade cut her engines and spun her turbines embedded in her wings as they followed after her.

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