Air Razor

On Weary Wings I Return //21 + Independent Multifandom ROTB inspired Air Razor,

[infernalfireant]

Razor was doing some rounds in the mountains. Enjoying the cool thin air up high before dropping into the warm up-lifting eddies of the lower drafts. Only... did she hear someone shouting? This far out from civilization? She does a careful sweep, hidden amid the clouds. Optics focusing through them to sweep the ground for signs of life.

"RRRRAGH—!" Inferno growled, uprooting another boulder, tossing it aside haphazardly in his rampage before blasting another to smithereens. It was clear he had been at this for quiet awhile, considering the smoldering remains of a few local plant life and various piles of rock.

"My colony—!" He lamented, "My Queen—GONE!"

[air-razor]

Razor feels a pang in her spark. Oprics cycling a few more times. Then she banks to drop lower, to a height she can land on a cliff above his efforts. Ruffling her wings as she pipes," Are you lost?"

Turning her helm side to side as she watches him. Easily three times his height. Her optics flicker, cycling again.

[honor-code]

@air-razor

She lives high where blossoms often flirt with light spring snow. Creating a dreaming atmosphere among the hidden hot springs in the mountains. Her cave has one such pool within it, lit by careful use of her own lingering flames. She is resting, in beast shape, with her helm under her wing. The echo of her designation snaps her awake. Wings flaring slightly; only to hear the voice call again. A spark wrenching one. One that she has dreamed to hear. Razor flings herself to her pedes. Shifting to her root-mode, crying out in a piercing tone," Dreadwing!?" Hope, Relief, Wariness- It all mingles inside her. Bursting into faster motion at the dark, broad, familiar shape she sees in the dim and cool air of the outdoors. Her arms swing around his neck as she shoves herself to his front with a sobbing cry. " Beloved- my spark- is it truly you?" Servos cupping his golden cheeks.

Eagerly, the Seeker catches the beastformer as she throws herself at him, wrapping her up in an impossibly tight and warm embrace. Primus, but he hates the pain in Air Razor's voice -- in this moment, nothing could distract him from comforting her. His idea of time may be fuzzy, but hers is obviously not. Primus. How long had it been?

"It is me," he whispers, vents catching in his throat. "I am so, so sorry! I never meant to be gone this long -- I never meant to leave!"

His knees buckle, and he sinks, dragging Air Razor down with him.

"I am so, so, so sorry. Never again. Never again will I go without you."

[air-razor]

Shes kissing him.

Covering his face with them. Claws careful where they pet over the delicate sentiometalico. Starting to sob harder, with choked wet laughter. Chanting quietly," Oh my ember. Lord of my Days. Prince of my Nights- I've missed you. I've missed you I'm so happy- oh you came home."

Wings fluttering behind her.

Gasping through rough damp vents," Never let you go. Take me wherever you dream. Just let me come with you. I love you so my light."

[air-razor]

@honor-code

The Japanese cherry blossoms have begun to bloom. He has left his ship far away, and walks to avoid disturbing the trees as they begin their spring awakening.

He isn't sure what he is supposed to say.

Massive blocks of Dreadwing's memory are missing. He knows how long he has been gone not because of experience, but because of the known passage of time. She has been alone this entire time.

The Seeker landed miles away, unwilling to disturb her landscape with his noise. But he knows where the aerie is.

It's mouth, cavernous and warm, yawns before him.

It seems like years pass as he stares, terrified, frozen in place and in silence.

Finally, courage rises, though Dreadwing's voice trembles in fear.

"Air Razor? Are... are you there?"

She lives high where blossoms often flirt with light spring snow. Creating a dreaming atmosphere among the hidden hot springs in the mountains. Her cave has one such pool within it, lit by careful use of her own lingering flames. She is resting, in beast shape, with her helm under her wing.

The echo of her designation snaps her awake. Wings flaring slightly; only to hear the voice call again. A spark wrenching one. One that she has dreamed to hear. Razor flings herself to her pedes. Shifting to her root-mode, crying out in a piercing tone," Dreadwing!?"

Hope, Relief, Wariness-

It all mingles inside her. Bursting into faster motion at the dark, broad, familiar shape she sees in the dim and cool air of the outdoors. Her arms swing around his neck as she shoves herself to his front with a sobbing cry.

" Beloved- my spark- is it truly you?" Servos cupping his golden cheeks.

[123mirage]

Three little ones- how are my Fledgling and Grand Fledgling?

BIRD (GRAND) MOM! Aw the kids are doing great. At least when Dream and Shade aren't causing us some shenanigans. Dream really likes to get into mischief.

[air-razor]

I'm delighted to hear it. Is Dream the little daredevil of your fledglings? I have missed you, and am glad life has been kind to you in my absence.

[supportrat]

" Rattrap would you be so kind as to assist me?" Looking...a bit flustered.

" ...I was doing some flights with the human younglings for Trick or Treat. And one of them dropped candy between my wings I think. It itches awfully."

Huuuurff. It's a heavy sigh, like this is a whole thing, you know, a big fuckin' deal, right?

Rattrap rolls onto his front and gives himself a shake before transforming back to bipedal mode, stretching his arms out in front of himself and groaning at the way it pulls his wires.

"Yeah, yeah. Us widows, we gotta stick together," he mutters to himself before speaking up a little clearer. "Nice of you to look out for the bitlets, but you gotta start, I'unno, puttin' down a couple'a ground rules, or get you some kinda plastic tarp... Yous, uh, where's those brushes you like, you bring those? I figure the big pressure washer is pro'ly free right now, but just in case."

[air-razor]

Widows. It still hits an aching wire. She watches him fondly as he makes a scene about it all. Knowing his usual demeanor and waiting for him patiently. " I can't fault them. They didn't intend to. Besides, a tarp wouldn't sit right. I could perhaps, speak to one of the humans that is good at 'leather' working. One offered me a battle saddle once." Her tone is amused. " As she put it- what's cooler. Optimus Riding a Flaming Dinosaur into battle or Gatling Mounted Mobile Fire Hawk divison?" Clacking her beak together," I told her that might be rather unwieldy for all involved. As for the brushes-" She holds up her grooming bucket," I was thinking we could make use of the large vehicle wash. It has warm solvent and the foam. We'll even have privacy. I booked it from the Motor Pool."

[air-razor]

She knows it's terribly old fashioned.

But they're not currently at war. Air Razor thinks it's perfectly reasonable to try and educate their young on courteous manners and dignified bearing. If not now after all, then when?

[air-razor]

Can you teach me how to fly with grace?

" Hm?" Razor folds her wings down. Having been about to take to the air for an early morning sunrise flight. Adjusting on her talons as she turns her helm. Clicking her beak speculatively at the younger femme. A great golden optic cycling a few times as she thinks," For the future youngling. When approaching an elder you are not familiar with, you should request a moment of their time. Such as ' Elder, may I please have a klik of your time?' Only when they agree should you broach the topic of a favor or desire to them. It's presumptious to assume your elders do not have plans when you intrude upon them. When you ask out of the blue you place them in the position of seeming rude in turn by having to turn you down abruptly "

She tilts her helm to the other side," That said, I could certainly try. But I am used to sentiometalico feathers and flexible frames. Not so much fighter jets and fixed wings. You will have to be patient as we learn together. If you are willing to forgive me my mistakes, then I would be happy to. "

[factual-fantasy]

Rewatching Transformers: Prime and seeing the twins fates broke my heart all over again. 😔💔 So I decided that for my AU I would be bending the timeline however I need to in order to keep Dreadwing and Skyquake alive, AND to have them join the Autobot cause.

The number of times Optimus extended his hand to these two specifically, wanting to stop fighting and stop this war.. it kept stirring up the idea that these two, if given the time and right circumstances.. could have potentially had their minds changed.

Or not, who knows <XD all I now is that I love the idea of these two being reunited and having a redemption arc too much to NOT write it into my AU.💙💚

[air-razor]

Make sure you take care of yourself. If he does wake up you won't be much use to him exhausted

Razor blinks slowly. Then smiles with a gentle warmth. Reaching out she lightly pets the greymlin," That is very kind of you to worry about an old bird. Thank you little friend."

[air-razor]

Another day.

Another hopeful wait.

Another day full of the noises of machines.

Razor strokes her palm over Soleil who sleeps against her front. Cradling the cat gently to herself. The tiny purr is a balm.

Maybe today they will both rejoice. Maybe not.

Razor and Soleil will be there regardless.

[air-razor]

She is so ... so tired.

[air-razor]

It was her and Soleil.

It was her and Dreadwings dearest treasure. Shes grooming them oh so carefully. Waiting for a mechanimal specialist to check her. Then-

Then she'd go back. She'd go back and find out what she could.

[air-razor]

@honor-cxde

She feels it.

A ripping searing painful heat.

Razor jerks from her sleep with an awful scream. Instincts clamoring so harshly she flings herself into the sky. Ignoring every cry of her name.

She hasn't flown so fast since the last flight to escape the heralds. Fire bubbling in her breast. Heading for where her spark yawns like an abyss. Screaming as she falls into the edge of the crowd. Pushing at the enforcers.

" Dreadwing? Dread- darling-?" Screaming like the others around her. Buffeting her as she cries again," Soleil? Kitty kitty where are you-?"

Maybe Sol would lead her to Dreadwing?

Anything.

Please anything.

[honor-cxde-deactivated20250914]

She is covered in soot. Her golden plating stained dark from the ash.

She doesn't understand anything. Soleil tucks her wings close to her sides, clinging to the dead tree like a lifeline as she cries pathetically in fear.

Where is home? Where is dad?

SCREAM.

[air-razor]

There!

She knows that sounds. Even in the roaring of mecha and the cries of rescue bots, the snarling fires. She knows that sounds.

Bullying her way to the edge. Uncaring who she strikes with powerful wings. Making others realize and move. She snaps into the air. Cooler, where the wind is not sweeping the smog.

" Kitty kitty'- Soleil-!"

She darts back and forth calling. Listening for the cries. Similar to the time she got trapped in a cabinet. The scared mournful yowls claw at her...

Until she spots a dark crying lump up a tree.

" Soleil!"

[air-razor]

Please...

Not again.

[air-razor]

@honor-cxde

She feels it.

A ripping searing painful heat.

Razor jerks from her sleep with an awful scream. Instincts clamoring so harshly she flings herself into the sky. Ignoring every cry of her name.

She hasn't flown so fast since the last flight to escape the heralds. Fire bubbling in her breast. Heading for where her spark yawns like an abyss. Screaming as she falls into the edge of the crowd. Pushing at the enforcers.

" Dreadwing? Dread- darling-?" Screaming like the others around her. Buffeting her as she cries again," Soleil? Kitty kitty where are you-?"

Maybe Sol would lead her to Dreadwing?

Anything.

Please anything.

[sin-cxde]

@air-razor

Razor is enjoying existing with him. They had spent the day working on their own various tasks. Always circling back to each other; like binary stars. Living in their own little cosmos together. It felt easy. Warm. Like now as he kisses her. Making her chuckle softly as she tilts her helm. The softness with which he touches her- its sweet. Her claws carefully stroke over his shoulders," You were-? What thoughts has my Lodestar been contemplating this evening hm?"

"Many," he admits, pausing to nuzzle the place on her shoulder where it meets her lovely slender neck, only to kiss it too. "Not long ago we discussed a little bit of fun regarding restraint."

They hadn't tried it that evening. Dreadwing had wanted to do a little research first, so he wasn't completely bumbling. Not that they hadn't gotten up to other equally delightful things...

Gold lips press to Razor's jaw line. "I would like to try, if you want to."

[air-razor]

Razor coos softly at his tender affections. Brushing the back of her claws over a golden cheek as she is kissed with such adoration. Feathers ruffling a bit with intrigue as he speaks between his kisses.

" Would you still be interested in being on the receiving end of those restraints? If you'd rather restrain me I am amenable." Cupping his face, trying to coax him up for a gentle, nipping kiss.

Murmuring, voice rich with warmth," I want you to be comfortable and to enjoy the experience regardless of what happens. Even if we never get to the ties."

[cfmusings-blog]

              life broke her.               life broke him. 

                                            but when they got together,                                              their pieces became w h o l e.