To Cybertron We Go!
âFinally! I thought weâd never get here!â Rainstrike hurried out of the ship, glad to back on land once more. âI was beginning to get a bit cabin-feverish in there.â She stretched her arms and her wings out.
âI just canât wait to see⌠Well⌠Everything!â Nautica exclaimed, close behind her Amica. âOnce we get settled in where weâre staying, I should be ready for sightseeing. Itâll be so great to record our findings and experiences!â
âFirst thingâs first though. We need to get to the hotel, and I need to refuel.â Chromia hobbled out of the ship next, tired and somewhat low on energy.
Windblade joined Chromia with the other Camiens. âDonât worry. Iâm sure weâll be able to get everything done in a timely manner. Best thing to do is relax, not waste time, and get a nice head start on the day.â
A few questions and no answers from various hotels. It left Starscream in a pout but he kept going about. There are so many hotels here, different styles to make sure any aliens not Cybertronian can rest easily here. This space port is the largest on Cybertron, so of course many hotel owners would want a slice of that pie.
Heâd arrive to the hotel the femmes went into and got somewhere. After remembering the names this Rainstrike mentioned, the half dead Seeker soon heard the names on the list and what room there in. Oh thank Primus. Now to act normal and not freak anyone out by going into the elevator and waiting. He huddled in the back while a few others crammed in before it started rising up. Its cylindrical in design, with large glass walls to show everyone the hallways and outside. An old remnant from the days of Cybertronâs pre-war era.
Once the glass slid open to the floor, he squeezed out, leaving everyone wondering about the sudden freezing feeling. After walking for a bit, heâd soon hear voices echoing from a room. It sounds just like the femme he just met a while back. Adjusting the suitcase, he glanced by the opened door and saw it empty. But the other one, the door was opened with various femmes scrambling about the luggage pile and talking about the missing one and the purple one saying her apologies. Without a word, he knocked on the metal door.
âHello? You left this behind at the station.â Starscream held up the lilac suitcase.
"Intruder!" Chromia instinctively shouted. She lifted one of the opened suitcases, ready to throw it at Starscream's head. "Chromia, no!" Windblade grabbed onto her friend before the bag could be thrown. "Sorry. She's kind of protective." The cityspeaker apologized.
"Hey, it's you! From the station." Rainstrike looked at the seeker, and noticing the case he had in his grasp. "Oh!" She clapped her hands together. "You have my bag." She took the luggage from Starscream and promptly opened it to hand Chromia and Windblade their datapads.
"Thank you so much! You have no idea how much we needed to find this, and I- Wait..." Rainstrike finally noticed the mech properly now that there was less chaos surrounding them. Something about him was oddly familiar. "Holy BOLTS! You're STARSCREAM!" Nautica shouted, astonished by the presence of one of the bigger names for modern Cybertronian history.














