@windnreign || continued from [x]
🌧 ;; At first he had been angered by all of the broken and empty promises made by those that brought him into the academy: that studies on his abilities could lead to the betterment of society, that somehow, some way, he could be more than just the social outcast that he always had been. But then came the sickening feelings of foolishness and regret as he considered the ideas further–had they even said such things to him? Or had he merely assumed it all as he was led into their cold, unforgiving complex? How could he have been so stupid?
The only thing that had made things easier for him was Skywarp. While rather withdrawn and bitter at times, the other flier made him feel more comfortable with the entire experience. They could speak with one another more openly than with the scientists and observers, and since the purple mech had been there longer, he knew how to at least make life a bit more tolerable–especially after they had both come to terms with how their abilities could work together.
Of course things were far from perfect on that front, but other than misery and near-torture at times, Thundercracker still had no idea what to expect from anything anymore.
He had finally been released from an odd “research” session, after hours of stress testing that he didn’t understand; why had they separated him from Skywarp? That never happened. Regardless, the experience had left him feeling more drained than usual, and he slowly moved down the halls and towards the one area of the campus that made him feel at-ease: it was a courtyard of sorts, visibly opened to the skies beyond. The sight alone filled him with energy, and, while he still was awkwardly hugging himself, the universe almost seemed more at-peace.
Yet before he could give in to the temptation of the guarded exit above, his wings twitched upward; someone called to him. A smile crept across his features then, and Thundercracker turned to greet the other. “Skywarp; finally crawled out of berth, did you?”
✈ Skywarp approached his comrade. There could have been a slight smile on his face plating. A rush of air left his vents and tried his best to hold back a chuckle. “I wish. Nothings that nice here. Same old, same old. Wanting to know how my warp drive works. I don’t think they’ll ever figure it out.”
His black helm shook. Deep down within his systems, he knew that they’d never know. And perhaps, a part of him was holding out. Holding out to keep everyone from truly knowing how he worked. Even at this point in time, Skywarp didn’t know the true lengths of his ability and the power he withheld inside of him. One day, he’d truly learn it all.
The black strut-like wings on his back extended outwards once again and slightly disappeared with a swirl of galaxy-like colors. The feeling of warping felt nice on his own frame.
Amethyst optics raised up towards the limitless sky. “Tempting.. Isn’t it?” Skywarp paused briefly. “One cycle, we will get out of here. I promise you that. Leave here and never come back.”
The Outlier returned his gaze back towards the sky. Another dark thought entered his processor. His background of violence would never truly leave him. Then again, most of the time he didn’t dare speak his true devilish thoughts aloud. What would Thundercracker think if Skywarp said he wanted to burn this place to the ground? A part of him didn’t dare to find that out. In all truth, Skywarp did want to destroy this entire place, to leave a crater in its location.
How dare they treat anyone so poorly--especially one who risked his life on the line for this damned planet.
“Enough about me. I hope this cycle has been more fair to you than it has myself.”
