#icyskywarrior

Toothless wriggles its way out of the vents, careful not to snag a wing on its way past the grating. (How do SmallSweet and SkyfireLarge deal with having these things all the time?! Theirs don’t even fold up as much!)

The last thing that Starscream would ever consider Skyfire to be was a bother. The wearied tone of his voice was not lost on him, and his spark at once began to flit and flurry in concern, “Skyfire? Dearest, what is wrong?”

He righted to the shuttle’s side, hovering to take Skyfire’s pallid face in between tender servos, stroking the plating reverently, “Oh, Skyfire…There is nothing in this wide universe you could ask that I would dare refuse you.”

Starscream had descended in a blaze of glory (as was his typical fashion) the moment he sensed prying fingers on his prized and precious sun stones. 

“Who dares insult my feast day by defiling my altar? Who dares insult the God of the Rising Sun?”

His anger lessened considerably when he noticed the “thief” was but a small child. He examined her more closely; she was under-fueled, optics dull and glassy, her paint chipped and worn, her plating dented and battered. 

Toothless doesn’t have visible audials, but if it did the sound of that voice would have them perking up. The scraplet blinks its way out of recharge and walks - as quickly as being not-quite-alert-yet will let it - to the loose vent cover. 

Hopping down in front of its favorite shuttle, Toothless takes a quick look to either side before stretching: a good thorough stretch does force its mouth open partway. It would rather not get shot because a grown warm-metal panicked over seeing it yawn close to SmallSweet.

“Princess~” He greeted smoothly, reaching down to hoist her up against his hip, “of course we can! You ought to know, I am the fastest, most miraculous flier in Vos.”

Wheeljack turned around at the sound of her voice and a grin of his own spread under his mask. “Comet! It’s good to see you.”

Estella, as it were, was busy stitching together clothes for her brother. She had smiled and given a cheery ‘hello’ to the little femme, but being too engrossed in her work, was unable to entertain her over much. 

Starscream was in the midst of a conversation with his secretary over the arrangements for the next meeting of his clerks. “It has been a rough vorn, Racy, this I know. But you can see how revenue will not increase with what these idiots are proposing—”

“Now, don’t worry yourself, my dear.” He quickly took the shuttle’s face in his servos, patting his cheeks reassuringly, “I shall help you give her such a gift, she shall never forget it! And of course, we shall have to throw her a little celebration…”