Guardian of the Nest

Reintroduction

He stood still for a moment just staring off over the horizon, as far into the ruins and reconstruction has his visor could see. It was empty and beautiful carrying the most strangest pure silence he had ever heard.

Ridgeback once again caught his attention and lowered himself as the alpha did and just…listened. He had to relearn how to use systems he was born with—but never used because of how he had lived on earth

"He feels… energy.. He feels.. Life?" He didn’t know what the correct word for it was.

#hewhoflutters #[[bedtime for mun]]

Ridgeback nods, watching the other male. "Life. Every life. Cybertron gave us all life. Insecticons, mecha, all other creatures here. Not just home, but all sparks. Fighting left it dark and cold, but now... It is restored." He offlines his visor and presses his chest to the ground in a reverent gesture before standing again.

"Hatchlings are in the side building. Looks broken, but very warm. Dark."

Reintroduction

Ridgeback rumbled in a low, comforting octave. The soldiers are friendly. Yes, the shift from an organic world to a mechanical one was drastic, but to him at least, it simply meant he was home. Hopefully Flutters could come to see that, in time.

The bridge shut behind them, and Ridgeback had a desire to show his friend the outside. “Come. Little ones will be excited to see you.”

Little ones?! Yes the little ones. He had missed them so much. His spark ached suddenly. He followed him quickly right beside him. “He has missed the little ones” He trilled softly, barely able to contain himself to it.

He must resist the urge to nuzzle Flutters again. Such enthusiasm. Through a few passageways and doors and soon the sunset and moons glint off of the desolate metal landscape. Beautiful and tragic.

"...It did not always look like this. War... destroyed our home. But now it is rebuilding. Now it is alive again." Ridgeback takes a moment and lowers himself to ground. "Can you feel it?"

#*puppy optic visor*#herehavesomefeels

!!! Ridgeback, Ridgeback! I have something really pretty to show you. I mean, it's... it's music? I'm not sure how you'd feel about that, I dunno if you like that kind of thing but it's really fantastic...

*Excited chitttering*

Music?

#herehavesomefeels

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((ridgeback bby no you can’t have a cheetah))

[[But Tronniiiieeeeeeeee]]

I know, aren't they incredible? They're actually some of the most affectionate big cats out there. Precious things, cheetahs. However, they can only go so fast for a few seconds - if they run too fast for too long, they can actually kill themselves from the loss of energy.

Chrr... So can we. Flying for too long is hazardous.

*might want a cheetah pet now*

Reintroduction

"Together." A warm, peaceful feeling took hold in Ridgeback’s spark. Everything would be alright. He pulled Flutters by the arm, leading him to their ancestral home.

The other end is the space bridge station, a few soldiers standing by, un-surprised at the entrance of the two Insecticons. Ridgeback had informed them he would be returning with a friend. Unfortunately, they were still inside, so the reveal of the scenery of their planet would have to wait a few moments.

He was curious about the guards. these were cybertronians, not insecticons. He had only seen a few when they explored his home—his old home. He kept close to Ridgeback out of precaution. it was a new place. the air was different. There was no wet. No rain or the cries of animals or the sounds of bugs. He hadn’t expected it to be like this.

He heard a hum. it was some humming from machinery but he had no yet experienced what that was. He trilled cautiously.

Ridgeback rumbled in a low, comforting octave. The soldiers are friendly. Yes, the shift from an organic world to a mechanical one was drastic, but to him at least, it simply meant he was home. Hopefully Flutters could come to see that, in time.

The bridge shut behind them, and Ridgeback had a desire to show his friend the outside. "Come. Little ones will be excited to see you."

An insecticon? Hey!! I need you!! I have someone who is interested in meeting you!!!

Needed? Ridgeback cocks his helm. Has he been summoned?

friendly reminder that you are a cutie :3

#i am not cute #walalala

Hee hee, no, there isn't. But the way the grass moves, coupled with how tall it is, makes it harder to see the predators. The spots (and stripes, in some cases) also help by breaking up their form, which makes it ever harder for their prey to spot them.

*Ridgeback is huddled close to the ground, gazing intently at the datapad. He's found videos of cheetahs hunting.*

So fast... !!!

They chirp!

(happy sleepy stumble in) Ridgeback and babiiiieeees!

*The little ones are asleep in a pile, but Ridgeback raises his helm to nuzzle Bumblebee. Contented rumbles for the minibot.

Tons of them do, yeah. More than I can count! Like, ah... Cheetahs, for example! They're patterned so that they can more easily hide in the grasses and hunt.

Cheetahs...

!!!

There is spotted grass?

st3v3-the-eradicon

Waaaalala

You! Hi mommy, how are you?

You have grown?

st3v3-the-eradicon

Hm? Aaah… have I? I haven’t noticed… though I guess that upgrade might have added a hisp here or there… How’ve you been mommy? Are you comfortable here in the complex? How are the remaining hive’s young?

Upgrade? *Cue the grooming and inspecting of your entire frame*

Comfortable... Young ones have many blankets and making friends with mechs. Spoiled, even. ...I have heard stirring. Something will happen soon? You are getting upgrades. For this?

#st3v3

st3v3-the-eradicon

Waaaalala

You! Hi mommy, how are you?

#why are you taller #you smell different #i though mecha cannot grow #st3v3

You have grown?

Reintroduction

An excited trill escapes him. The ground bridge. It was still open. Pulling away from the smaller male, he tugs gently at a few of his mandibles in a request to follow him through the swirling green mass. He shook off his hesitation, walking into the vortex and waiting for Flutters to follow.

What would he think? How could he bring the young male into this wreckage… the warm pulse beneath his feet reassures him, just as the pull from the moon above concerns him. Was this really the right choice for his charge?

He gave a excited trill. No longer would he be alone. He was giving up a lot, but he knew that he was gaining so much. All he had to do was take this step. He could be with a family.

It would be scarey-but as long as Ridgeback was willing to help him through it he believed he could do it. “Together?” He tilted his helm, nudging it into the alphas arm.

"Together." A warm, peaceful feeling took hold in Ridgeback's spark. Everything would be alright. He pulled Flutters by the arm, leading him to their ancestral home.

The other end is the space bridge station, a few soldiers standing by, un-surprised at the entrance of the two Insecticons. Ridgeback had informed them he would be returning with a friend. Unfortunately, they were still inside, so the reveal of the scenery of their planet would have to wait a few moments.

Reintroduction

Ridgeback purrs, nuzzling the smaller male. “You will. Will see our home. But we can return here. Space bridge goes both ways, we can come back…” He didn’t want to bar Flutters from the world he’d grown up on, even if it meant taking him home.

"I can show you everything.."

He looked at him intently. He was sure at this moment that he didn’t need to return. That Ridgeback, and the company of the little ones was all he needed. He didn’t want to be solitary anymore.

"I-Want to see everything." He bumped his helm to him, cooing lowly to himself. In that moment he remembered the song he had composed for the large alpha. However now was not the time.

An excited trill escapes him. The ground bridge. It was still open. Pulling away from the smaller male, he tugs gently at a few of his mandibles in a request to follow him through the swirling green mass. He shook off his hesitation, walking into the vortex and waiting for Flutters to follow.

What would he think? How could he bring the young male into this wreckage... the warm pulse beneath his feet reassures him, just as the pull from the moon above concerns him. Was this really the right choice for his charge?