Description: Echo escapes Styx. Steamsight does not.
Echo tiredly sat in the pilot’s seat, looking out of the window. She had activated the auto-pilot for the stolen ship about three hours ago, and had stayed shockingly still in the seat since then. She just wanted to make sure that nothing dangerous ended up blocking the ships path.
Her escape from Styx had happened less than two months ago, and... frankly, it hadn’t gone that well. Sure, she was alive, that was amazing, being alive was always great. But there had been a couple... complications.
Despite having been planning this escape ever since she got to Styx—mainly because, she couldn’t stand to see what they were doing to Steamsight, and didn’t like seeing him so terrified all the time, it took so long to get the plan into action.
And by then...? Steamsight was already dead. Her whole reason for wanting to escape. To get him out of there, and to get out of there with him.
In the end, she still went through with the plan. Maybe... she could live for her beloved friend.
There were times where she thought everyone at Styx knew of her plan. But, maybe that was wrong, and everyone there happened to just be amazing at guessing.
Though with how everyone was acting around her a few days before the escape plan, and the day of it—before it was put into action, she felt like they had.
After finding and stealing the ship, some dedicated guards took their own ships, and flew after her. Although she managed to escape them, Echo knew that some people were still searching for her—still going after her.
She just hoped she wouldn’t be found. It was like a dangerous game of Hide and Seek.
Echo had only just returned to the... ‘base’, as Wildflow called it, despite it really not being that (it was more of an apartment, really.) When she was grabbed by the flier, and he started to drag her somewhere.
“Wild?? Slow down, what’s the matter?” She questioned her friend, trying her best not to trip—despite how fast he was going.
He was silent. Well, for most of the little trip. It was only when he stopped in front of one of the habsuites, opening the door a little—and letting go of her, that he finally said something. “Help Steam.”
Echo didn’t need to be asked twice. In an instance, she moved past the mech, and entered the habsuite. She closed the door behind her. Whatever was going on, or whatever was going to happen, should just be between her and Steamsight.
Speaking of the two-wheeler, he was curled up in the corner of the room, shaking. Despite trying his best to keep it all inside, he had started to sob. It must have been how Wildflow figured something was up. Hearing the door, he turned to look.
By the time he actually looked up, Echo was to his left, crouching beside him. She didn’t touch him. “Hey, Steam...” His friend began, “Would... would you like to learn another song?”
He didn’t speak, but he gave her a little nod in response. “Okay,” Echo nodded back, smiling. Usually, she just hummed the songs, but as she started to remember this new one—she figured that it would be better if he knew the words. It was a lovely song, one of the best ones she knew.
It was only a matter of seconds after she began to sing it, that she heard her crying friend begin to try and sing it with her. Her smile grew.
Echo walked through one of the hallways of the ship, trying to make her way to her habsuite. And she was almost there, thankfully. The femme was just so tired, and needed some more rest. She needed to be prepared for a few things.
As she continued, her optics found themselves staring at a tiny shelf. There were a few items on it: A badge—Steamsight’s, a medical kit, and a gun. She had used the gun only once, and it was when someone had arrived on the ship unannounced.
She didn’t know who it was, and at this point, she didn’t care to find out. The femme was already beginning to forget about it.
A random bot had entered the ship, hoping to find something good. Echo had fired at them—a warning shot. That was all it took for the mystery bot to leave.
The k-class finally reached her habsuite, and sat down on the tiny berth. Her optics wandered down to where the bomb had been placed inside of her.
Echo had a vague idea on how to get it out—but she didn’t want to risk anything, so for now, it was staying inside of her.
Thankfully though, she knew that her time with a bomb wouldn’t be for much longer. She had contacted an Autobot medic, requesting for help. And it seemed like they actually accepted the request coming from her.
They even sent some coordinates for a location, which was where Echo had set the auto-pilot to take her.
The neutral had a plan. Get help from the Medic, become an Autobot, help out the rest of the Autobot’s in this war. Find Wildflow. Deal with him. He needs to pay.
There were other things, too. She hoped that she could make something for Steamsight. Maybe she could use his badge for something...
Echo wasn’t sure how long she had been singing the song with Steamsight, but it was long enough—and just... enough, to calm the poor mech down.
She didn’t know what had caused this. And she wasn’t going to ask. Maybe he didn’t want to even talk about it.
She did know, however, that it was long enough for Wildflow to get bored waiting outside of the room, and joined the two inside. He didn’t want to just wait outside, or find something else to do, not while all this was happening.
The jet smiled to herself as she heard Wildflow decide to sing the song aswell, sitting down beside the two. All three were calm right now, just relaxing, and singing... this was nice.
Echo adored moments like these—except for one of the two getting sad—or both. Other than that, she hoped for more moments like this...
