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“There are more mecha, and more flight models, than you’ve seen or met yet.” Wing answered, carefully, field widening again to brush against, and then mesh with, Thundercracker’s, full of his own calm relaxation. 

“You’re just new here. Mecha are likely curious.” he soothed. “They won’t harm you. Especially when you’re with me.” 

A pause. “No one is judging you, Thundercracker.” he added. “If it’s too much, we can go back to our quarters, at any time. But I thought it would be nice for us to get a walk in.”

As long as they stayed on the ground, that was. Thundercracker didn’t know the air traffic rules, after all, and Wing was still concerned that he may try to hurt himself once airborne. 

“Besides,” he added, jokingly, “I think they’re more interested in a Knight walking around.” 

     “I don’t care if they judge me, Wing.” He didn’t care if they harmed him either, but he knew Wing spoke the truth about them being harmless. There was a twitch of his wings && his optics flickered from the ground to the jet. “I was a noble, a Decepticon, && a slave. I’m used to judgment && stares. They can think what they will of that, I don’t care. However, I do care what they think of you.”

     Thundercracker paused. “I... I don’t want to go back to our quarters. Not yet anyway.” His gaze moved from the jet to the ground again, tucking his wings closer to his frame. “I like our quarters,” he added. Mostly because Wing was there but that was neither here nor there. “But I’m getting restless.”

     Wing had every right to be concerned for Thundercracker’s well being. There were thoughts lurking beneath his calm but again, a part of him didn’t want to ruin Wing that way. He was too good, too pure--Thundercracker didn’t want Wing to find him like that, to taint Wing.

      “They aren’t the only ones interested,” Thundercracker murmured thoughtlessly, an attempt to change the subject without realizing. “You’re strange,” he added in order to save himself embarrassment. “I’d like to know more.”

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Wing stayed close, kept his own field widened, warm and friendly, trotting along a half pace in front of and to the right of Thundercracker. 

While he was a Knight, and permitted to carry his Great Sword, most of the looks received were for his charge. Wing, after all, was a frequent sight around the city. 

And war-framed mecha were rare here. 

Still, a pointed look or two of his own, and the looks ceased.

“That would defeat the purpose of going to the cafe, wouldn’t it?” Wing asked lightly. “… We’ll be okay, Thundercracker. I promise.”

     “I... like to be up high,” he tried to cover his own anxieties. He hated but also found comfort in the fact Wing could read him so well. && he didn’t miss Wing’s reaction to the stares they’d received. “There don’t appear to be many flight models.”

     He found that he was walking closer to Wing now. “I don’t think they like me,” he added awkwardly. “I know they won’t attack && I know they most likely don’t mean harm but...”

     His optics dimmed, “I don’t want them to judge you.”

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Name of character:

Thundercracker, a rough translation of the Vosian name ❛ clash of thunder. ❜ 

Nicknames:

Thunder. Thunderer. TC.

Picture:

Two headcanons you never told anyone:

❛ o1. ❜ — Thundercracker was in love with a lower caste mech who would later become one of his trine mates, Skywarp, during his youth. He never acted on it, as his noble birthright would have prevented him from bonding with the other. Childhood love turned into an inseparable friendship.

❛ o2. ❜ — TC was bred while in enslavement by the Quints to another Seeker. Multiple times. He carried the hatchlings to full term each time but never actually saw them again after their emergence. He doesn’t even know what happened to them.

Things your muse likes to do in their spare time:

Reading; writing; studying; chemistry; sciences in general; training; flying.

4 people your muse loves/admires ( doesn’t have to be romantic):

❛ o1. ❜ — Skywarp; friend, crush, && his original trine mate.

❛ o2. ❜ — Starscream; ex-friend, fellow scientist, && original trine mate.

❛ o3. ❜ — Ratchet; Autobot medic, former enemy, && brilliant mind.

❛ o4. ❜ — Soundwave; communications officer, ally, && brilliant mind.

❛ bonus, knight verse. ❜ — Wing; mentor, ally, && caretaker.

3 fond past memories:

❛ o1. ❜ — Meeting Skywarp for the first time. He had been very young && exploring lower Vos, against the wishes of his creators. He ran into another youngling, Skywarp, && the two were quick to become friends. They played for most of the solar cycle && Thundercracker, who had lived his life in a figurative cage, had never had more fun before.

❛ o2. ❜ — Bonding with his Trine. It hadn’t been romantic or sweet, a suggestion made by Megatron himself in hopes to tame the trio. But they grew into an understanding && the night had been meaningful. While they didn’t have to, they did it the old fashion way with all the bells && whistles that happened when Vos had been still active. 

❛ o3. ❜ — Carrying the Hatchlings. While he wouldn’t call the cause && aftermath of the carrying process, he was fond of the process itself. He didn’t feel alone in his cell && had something to live for, to care for. He loved them && cared for, && would have done anything for them. However, whether this was his programming or his actual feelings, he can’t be sure.

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challengerofways‌:

“You’re welcome.” Wing told him, warmly, with another flicker of approval-pride in his field and voice alike. 

“Come, Thundercracker,” was added, then. “Cafe’s this way.” He kept his walk an easy amble, made sure to keep an optic on his charge. 

     Thundercracker instantly followed after Wing; his helm down && wings folded against his back. His was anxious as soon as they began their journey, flickering out to Wing for comfort before being pulled back in; it’d happen off && on during the walk.

     “Wing,” Thundercracker asked awkwardly, obviously trying not to let the situation get to him. “I know that I don’t have the right to ask this but... could we fuel somewhere high?”

     A pause, “like a rooftop? Away from everyone else?”

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“Oh!” Wing beamed again, gave a bit of a hop with how delighted the revelation made him. “Hold on…” One servo vanished into his own subspace, groped around for a few moments, and then withdrew a slightly battered looking little box. “I picked these up a few days ago, and keep forgetting to eat them. It’s mercury puffs.” He pulled the lid off, popped one into his intake to prove that it was, in fact, safe, before offering the rest. 

“They’re from Jocuri’s Treat Shop. He makes them with nickel dust.” 

     “... you’re giving them to me?” Thundercracker gingerly took the offered box, staring down at the treats within. The stern && nervous expression twisted into something softer, surprised. It even echoed in his EM field. “... Wing...”

     He wanted to give them back; this obviously cost credits -- or whatever they used here -- and Thundercracker was already taking more than he was giving. But hunger won out on logic && honor, as the Knights had kept him fueled and a 45% energon level felt like the days he was starving in the field or his time with the Quints, when he wasn’t carrying.

     “... we can share,” he managed before popping one of the treats into his intake. His wings instantly shudder behind him pleasantly, optics dimming && vents releasing a gentle sigh. Vosian foods were richer than most others, even here, but this simple little treat was good.

     It reminded him of home. Of safety && Skywarp, two younglings zooming through a city && playing chase. It was warm.

     Optics brightened, the older flight model offered a kind but haunted smile. “Thank you, Wing.”

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Wing beamed, as Thundercracker responded, rewarding his charge with another pulse of approval-encouragement. “Actually, I usually tend to be more active.” he responded, lightly, with another brush of his field. “I just thought it might be nice to slow down, you know. Ease into things.” 

A pause. “What kind of energon do you like best? Solar, magma, mineral…? Magma’s my favorite, it’s the sweetest. Add a little dash of gold dust, and perfect.”

Another pause. Teaching moment?

“Solar tends to be on the sharper side, a little. Mineral is the most naturally nutrient rich- it makes medgrade, with a bit of extra distilling.”

     Embarrassment folded into confusion; long ago, perhaps Thundercracker may have known, back when he was a noble with little to worry about. But now? It was as if Wing was speaking another language. 

     But Thundercracker did make a mental note; Wing liked Magma, liked sweets. A little dash of gold dust. 

     “I wouldn’t know. I’ve been drinking low grade since... the war.” His optics turned back to Wing, watching && wanting for something judgemental. He was quick to add, “when I lived in Vos, I was fond of higher grade energon but there was this one thing.”

     Thundercracker struggled for a moment to find the words, Neocybex was his least familiar language. “It was made of ridiculously low energon, I could only find it in the lower levels of Vos. I can’t remember what exactly it had in it but I know there was mercury.”

A pause, then wings lowered a notch. “It wasn’t too sweet but not sour either. Absolute junk.” Another pause as his optics cycled, amusement in his tone, “Skywarp told me it tasted better with alcohol.”

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Wing’s smile brightened, when his charge responded so favorably, his own field and expression and stance relaxed, welcoming, at peace.

There was no danger here.

They were safe.

“Of course.” he answered, simply. “And it’ll be nice, I think, to sit and mecha watch for a little bit.”

     For a moment, Thundercracker’s old flickered to the surface && it had all to do with Wing’s reaction. It was mostly that smile, contagious really; the corner of his mouth turned upward && his EM field reflected a moment of calm.

     “Do you mecha watch often, Wing,” he inquired, his tone much later than his previous awkward moment. The tips of his wings twitched, as though he was trying to communicate with them but was unsure if Wing would understand. “That’s almost cute.”

     His optics widened && EM field snapped close to his frame; awkward, undeserving Thundercracker was back in place. He averted his gaze && lowered his wings. “Lead the way, I’ll follow.”

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Wing obligingly meshed his field with Thundercracker’s, nothing but warm concern for the mech who was his charge in his field, and another easy smile on his faceplates. 

“We aren’t on rations here, Thundercracker.” he spoke firmly, yet gently, no anger in his field. “There’s no reason to go without, especially with levels as low as yours.”

A pause, and then he added, “Why don’t we make our first stop the energon café close to here? We can sit, and fuel, and discuss what else you’d like to see.” 

     It was a reminder; Wing wasn’t a soldier or a slave, he was naive && innocent && pure. He left like staying too close to Wing would dirty that purity, but that smile && gentle field drew him in again. His wings flutter then spread, stepping close to Wing && taking over the spot next to him -- more like a guard than a student.

     “I’d like that,” he stated firmly, finding his voice with a surprising gentleness beneath it. “Is the cafe quiet? I... am still unsure about the people here.” && noises startled him easily. 

     A small pause, then Thundercracker startled, “not you though. I am sure of you.”

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Wing approached, the white jet as always greeting his charge with a ready smile, a bounce in his step. “Hello, Thundercracker.” he greeted, purposeful reminder and a friendly gesture all in one, field darting out just enough for a common nonverbal greeting, before drawing it back in, though keeping it appropriately loose and relaxed. 

“Did you fuel yet this morning?” 

     Thundercracker’s wings shudder behind him at the brush of their EM fields, though when Wing’s pulled back, Thundercracker extended his further to seek out the familiar && comforting hum of energies. He cycled his optics && glanced up, meeting Wing’s gaze for the briefest of moments then looking away guiltily. 

     “No,” he spoke quietly, ashamed. “Wanted to wait for you. I can’t stomach fueling on my own.”

     It was embarrassing; Thundercracker had been here for a while now && being alone still left him panicked && nauseated. “I can skip morning fuel anyway. Still at 45%.”

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     The city bustled around him, frames of varying types chatted && laughed, minding their own business && going about their day. It was a reminder; war never touched this place, the Quintessons were nowhere to be seen. He was safe, though an unsettled feeling in his spark pulled && mocked him; he was a Decepticon, later an organic race’s pet, he didn’t belong.

     His optics cycled && wings, finally freed from their bonds, dropped against his lower back. Two steps back to get out of the way of the citizens, gaze near constantly on the ground aside from a few sweeps of the street, seeking out the familiar white && red frame with golden optics.

     It was still early, the Knight he waited for wasn’t late, but this outing had been planned for solar cycles now. They only agreed if Wing would go as well && the date was set, the former was something the Seeker had hoped for. Wing was good, calming, solid ground.

     His optics lifted again to do another sweep when he noticed it; the right color scheme with wings && yellow optics. His own wings instantaneously lifted high on his back, the EM field that he kept close to his frame loosened, but the formerly enslaved mech didn’t speak; relearning social cues were hard. 

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Character RPG Stats

Thundercracker LV.41 Knight HP ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜ MP ⬛⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜ ATK ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ DEF ⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜ LCK ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜ SPD ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜ STA ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜

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Illness/Sickness Sentence Starters

“Are you okay?”

“You are looking rather peaky there.”

“Was that you or did a goose with bronchitis flew in here?”

“You’re not looking too hot.”

“Woah! You almost fell over!”

“I think that has to be a record sneeze sequence.” 

“Are… are you allergic?”

“Are you sick or hungover? Your eyes are a little red.” 

“You’re very flushed- are you feeling well?” 

“You’ve been asleep for the past twelve hours and I got a little worried.” 

“You okay in there?”

“Uh, there’s a bucket to your left if you need it.” 

“I brought you some ginger ale and some soup!” 

“Here, I brought you another blanket.” 

“I’m not feeling all that great.”

“Why is the room spinning?”

“Are you cold or is it just me?”

“I think dinner’s not agreeing with me…”

“My head hurts.” 

“I can’t breathe.” 

“I am so clogged up I think I need a plunger to clear me out.” 

“Can you bring me another blanket please?”

“We’re out of tissues…”

“What kind of tea is it to help again?” 

“I think my head’s going to explode.”

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“Goodies!” Skywarp gave another wiggle (and a chirp) and finally detached from the other Seeker’s frame- though his wings gave a few more contented flicks.

“Is that why you’re all called Seekers, because you seek?” His helm tilted, and he attached himself to Thundercracker’s arm with one of his own servos. “That’s good, that you won’t let them get me.” he added. “But I still think we should get yours off. Wing clamps and cuffs hurt.” A pause, a pat to TC’s arm above  where he was holding. 

“….I like goodies.” he repeated. “Can we get some spiral puffs? Oh and some copper squares? What about crunchy iron rolls, with gold dust?” 

     Thundercracker’s optics narrowed kindly && watched the younger mech’s reaction. It was almost cute, even if the words burned into his processor && mocked him in ways he was sure the youth hadn’t meant. Perhaps that venomous voice was right, perhaps he was too broken.

     “We can get whatever you want.” It would break him, but if he didn’t order a great deal for the meal side of it, they should be fine. If he came up short, he’d put it on Slipstream’s tab && work off whatever he owed. “But we have to finish our job first. If you help, we’ll finish faster && get our energon sooner.”

     He was careful in leading the youngling into the building, finding more confidence in ignoring the whispers && stares. This Skywarp liked him, trusted him, was kind to him; he didn’t need to worry about anything else. 

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Skywarp’s wings twitched and flared away, as ever in motion, before slowly easing into a more relaxed state. They didn’t stop moving, though, cycling through the crude, basic emotions generated on instinct alone. 

Some deep-seated coding in his processor seemed to come online, and click; and abruptly Skywarp was all but trying to climb him, processors locking onto the older seeker as a solid sense of safety. 

“I don’t want to go back, but you won’t send me back, will you, I like you, you make me feel like Sunstorm made me feel is that cause we’re both Seekers? I didn’t know being a Seeker was a good thing, they told me I was just a jet and that Seekers were mechanimals and that’s why they put wing clamps on me and cuffed my wrists and made me hurt so I’d learn to be better, but Sunstorm’s already started to try and teach me things I didn’t know and they don’t seem so bad, even if Vosian is confusing…. I really like energon goodies!!!” 

     It took a great deal of focus to keep them both upright && pay attention to the words. A part of Thundercracker hurt; this Skywarp was so much like his, so chatty && friendly, && clinging to the blue Seeker. He barely connected that he had tightened his grip or that his vents shuddered out a broken sigh. 

     “Perhaps,” he spoke quietly, giving the younger Seeker a gentle nuzzle--protective && needy, the latter had not been planned but occurred regardless. “It... it isn’t unusual for Seekers to seek out one another.”

     He started to pull back, but still confident for once in his EM field. “I... no one will put you in wing clamps again, or stasis cuffs. But how about we finish this job, then we can get some energon goodies with our meal?”

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              I have lost so much… 

                                I have grieved, I’ve been  b r o k e n                                         I have been  s h a t t e r e d                                                   again and again                                                            &&                                                 I am so tired, now.                                            I am ready to be finished.                                   Let  sleep  take me, for I am  d o n e. 

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Skywarp let out a sound that was little more than a whimper, frame turning, burrowing against the older Seeker, clinging to him not unlike a space barnacle, pressing close, tucking his face against the holder’s cockpit.

“Starscream said I’m trine and so did Sunstorm, are you sure they won’t leave me, I didn’t even know what trine was until they told me…” The words poured out en masse, the younger Seeker shaking and his field surging, pressing into Thundercracker’s with his own fear-terror-hope.

     Digits delicately pressed against the space between Skywarp’s wing, drawing comforting circles in the plating. The powerful systems beneath protoform purred && hummed as a protective figure, triggered when Skywarp clung to his frame. 

     “Shhh, you’re safe, you’re fine.” His dull optics shuttered close && his helm pressed against the top of Skywarp’s. Not his but it was okay. “Neither of them will leave you. You know them, right? Do you think they’ll leave you?”

     A pause, then a promise, “I won’t leave you.”

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Skywarp froze midstep, gaze snapping up to the other Seekers, wings flaring out in panic-fear. “Sunstorm said trine is forever, was he lying to me? I don’t wanna go back to grounders, I don’t wanna be hurt and scared an’ made to space hop I don’t like it it makes my tank feel funny!”

A pause, red optics flickering between the other Seeker and their surroundings. “They called me Skywarp, cause I could space hop that’s all I was to them that’s why they kept my wings and wrists shackled please don’t let them take me back please I’ll do anything, I’ll even ‘face you I don’t like it it hurts but I will if you want!”

He was shaking, armor rattling and hunkering lower, wings going flat and curling in on himself in utter terror; his frame and field both offered utter surrender and submission.

     The whispering had worsed && Skywarp’s words rattled in his helm, sinking into his very spark && it felt physical pain from it. His frame moved back; turning && approaching the terrified youngling. This wasn’t his Skywarp--the one that captured && tamed a noble scientist, giving him the strength to join the Decepticons && do what they both thought was right--but it didn’t matter at that moment.

     His arms had moved around the youth && pulled him close, holding him against his battered && cracked cockpit. His systems burned with both pain and contentment--how long had it been since he last held Skywarp? Since touch hurt but didn’t mean he was being hurt purposely? He didn’t know && he cursed those organics for it.

     “It’s okay,” he murmured with his armor rattling. His EM field wrapped up the other--content, protective, affectionate, grief, comfort. “You have a trine that will protect you--they won’t leave you. What happened to me won’t happen to you; you’re good && talented. && you weren’t trined during a war, you chose each other, yes?”

     Skywarp chose him but Starscream did not. It seemed to fit how they left him; Skywarp had to be deactivated, while Starscream knew there was no escape so he ended it. At least, that’s what Thundercracker liked to think.