21. — birthday (via @rootofallgreevil)
“I swear to the Thirteen… Jetstream. Where did you get her?”
“I’m not taking her back.”
“Jet, then, where did you get the money to even-”
“Erion, shut up! I just woke her!”
My systems where going through their startups. One by one; things where booting up. Calibrating. Recalibrating.
Finally, my optics flickered online and before me, the trine that had been bickering fell silent. The bright blue femme had her arms and Insecticon wings outstretched. As if she was fending off her two trinemates from getting any closer.
“Hello, my name is Skyfall.” I spoke softly to the three of them.
My new masters.
My new carrier’s antenna perked.











