He has been sitting on an ottoman, swinging his pede heel as he watches the other servant dressing the winglord up, his carrier. 

“And that grounder is a prime, it will do you well to remember that. “ The winglord, Celeste hissed through his teeth, admiring himself through the reflection of the standing mirror while the servant worked on his cape and crowns. 

“A prime who has a filthy  homeland and dozens of grounders who never see seeker in their life!” he sneered, scratching his neck at the uncomfortable sensation of the lace collar stabbing him through. 

Celeste huffed, rolling his optics at his own child’s ridiculous remark. “Bite your glossa, sentinel prime is respected by all who loved him. He has a good source that we in unfortunate cases don’t have.”

Vos was almost in shambles by the loss of Winglord Celeste's conjunx, Breezeway.  Starscream’s sire. 

Starscream really does miss his sire sometimes, he remembers when his carrier was searching for him despite the fact that Celeste was going to teach him how to be a proper prince, he sometimes let him hide away for a while from him. 

Without his carrier knowing, he sneaks goodies. (Even, sneaking him out to some places) 

He hated that, his carrier was always the teacher, last time he used to have a teacher that treated him harshly for him to be able to do the prince stuff.

He complained and cried to his sire, much to his carrier dismay. Now  instead of having that terrible teacher he sees everyday, it was his carrier!

“Even if we don’t have enough sources that we need, I still don’t even understand why you’re doing all of this, if the sire was alive. He would be hurt!” starscream retorted. 

Celeste sneered at him, shrieking at him. “Don’t ever mention your sire to me!, can’t you see that it makes me deeply hurt by his death?” 

‘You don’t sound hurt, you never once say that you love him after he died!’ if starscream had said that, he would get slapped in the cheek.  

“Why can’t I bring my trine with me?” He said, biting back his tongue to throw another retorted word. The servants were finishing up dressing the winglord. And despite the fact that he was already dressed up, it was just his collar that they needed to put on for decor. 

“That low caste who brings trouble everywhere you go? Please!  It’ll be just us, the servant and the guard travelling in the ship there to Iacon.” Celeste’s nose scrunched up in disgust. 

Starscream never understood why his carrier never liked his trinemate,  skywarp and thundercracker are like a brother to him.  He was the only child, and he had dozens of cousins, two of them included windblade and slipstream which he had trouble socializing with the both of them. 

“Primus knows that every time I see your trinemate going out of control, it gives me a heart attack!” He said dramatically. Though, it makes starscream yawn and roll his optics. 

“But, I can guarantee you that they won’t cause any trouble. I promise..” He said sternly, convincing his carrier. 

“We’ll see about that “ The winglord glared at the mirror, glancing at himself with narrowed eyes that indicated no feeling of empathy. 

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It was a terrible walk to the ship, many of his seekers congratulated the winglord and him, throwing a “Good luck” or “Congratulations” to him whenever he went. And he was glad that his trinemate was finally with him, it relieved his anxious feelings. And they knew how he felt.  

Hence, that they have been in their bond instead of canting their wings. Because that would be trouble and his carrier know seeker cant.  

And of course, skywarp chattering away in their bond, and he could feel the EM field from him that showed excitement, awe and lastly, a bit tense.

He was glad that thundercracker had warned Skywarp about talking through the bond, and yet, on the other side, the comm was silent from Skywarp. He has understood that there isn’t a place to discuss once they arrive at Iacon.  

The ship– was massive, and sustainable. It had room for them to stay for days once they finally came to Iacon. It might take a day or or less to arrive there if that ship was quicker. 

But, not quicker than him. 

He was glad that his carrier didn’t drag him around like he was a turbofox on a leash, Celeste now has his servants by his side. So, starscream didn’t really have to be ordered around. 

He glanced at the window, where it had displayed the sky with the cloud, it was undoubtedly beautiful. And this– where he would belong, flying in the sky. Dancing and swirling around with a sense of freedom and nothing could tie him down. 

A wing bumped on his shoulder as he turned over and it was skywarp, He frowned and sighed. 

“What is it?” He asked, annoyed.

Skywarp glanced at the window and at him. “Cracker found’ a room that can fit for the three of us, luckily, your carrier wasn’t there to see that. If he did, he would make you sleep with him.” He smirked teasily. 

Starscream rolled his optics and scoffed. “Oh please! If anything, that berth of his is too small to contain two flyers." 

“That– would be tiring.” Skywarp snorted.

“Tell me about it..” The both of them spent time glancing at the window together for a few minutes together, until thundercracker came looking for them.

“What are you two up to? I've been searching for you both!” He huffed, clearly tired out from searching a lot. “Plus, this ship is ridiculously huge, even with those halls.”

“I can see why,  you look like you were about to faint from a short circuit!,” Sky chuckled, and that made the blue seeker glare at him.  

Both of them are unbearable, which starscream admits. But they mean well to him. 

“Anyway, what are you guys doing?” Thundercracker asked, he also glanced at the window with them.

“Me an’  Star were talking about the winglord. If he heard that we were talking about him, he would slag us into pieces!” Skywarp giggled, as Starscream rolled his eyes and smirked amusedly. 

Thundercracker sighed, he shook his head displeasedly. “I don’t doubt he would.” He said, strolling to the both of them as he stood beside them. 

“Ain’t the views nice to look at?, Star?” Warp scanned, changing the subject. Continuing the gossip talk will further only make them get into trouble. 

Starscream grunts, for once he didn’t say anything. And he could agree that the view was ravishing to look at. Thundercracker listens, still glancing at the views. Not once have he tried to avert his optics to the both of them. 

“Well, we can’t stay here any longer. I found a room for the three of us.” Thundercracker said, as he left through the corridors.  He didn’t check behind to see if they were following.

The both of them went to follow after their trine, padding through. 

“Do you think the room will be more fancy like in Vos?,” Skywarp asked, walking beside Starscream. 

Starscream shrugged his shoulders disinterestedly. “Who cares?, This bed better be soft enough to sleep on my wing,” he said.  

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He climbed to the berth, letting his body rest and relaxed on the berth. His wings lowered and eased nicely. 

“Tomorrow, if we make it into Iacon, I want you both to stay by my side.” He said as he pressed his faceplate over his two seeker trine. 

Skywarp muttered only a promise before he dozed off, while Thundercracker nodded. 

“Good.. Unlike Skywarp, he wanders a lot..” He rolls his optics, letting his servos and legs around Skywarp’s body.

“Hmm, I heard that..” Skywarp muttered while dazed, half sleepy and half awake.

Thundercracker snorted, he rested his body behind Starscream’s before he slept.

The very next day, the ship stopped. Announcing their arrival at iacon, Staarscream was surprised to see the views of Iacon in the window.

It may look intriguing, but inside of it will just be filled with grounder down there..

As soon as he went down three with the winglord, celeste was walking through the stair down with a graceful pace. Folding fan on his servos, covering his lips. The golden crown with the pieces of the fading color of tanzanite gems, even with the matching color of dark sapphire cape behind his back. 

Starscream simply walked beside him, and behind him was his trine. Walking their way toward the Prime’s tallest building in the capital of Iacon. 

He could feel more grounder gazing at them, it was an uncomfortable feeling for him. He has never met any grounder in his life, he was always in Vos. and never had the time to travel. 

“Chin up.” Winglord Celeste said, averting his optics at his sparkling. “We don’t show hesitation to those below us.” He ignored the word of his carrier, sometimes he wanted to tune out his audial and never listen for a few days. 

The stare of these grounders make him want to turn around and glare at them. But, to his carrier’s behalf is an improper way. 

One has caught his optics, the grounder has a sort of similar color to his. He looked a bit filthy from digging or perhaps working. His blue sky optics his amber optics, as both glazed for a moment until a gray mech beside the blue and red one grabbed his head and made him look down.

Starscream glanced away, he is perhaps intrigued by the likes of these two and his trinemate knew what he was looking just the way they noticed he was staring. 

Unfortunately for him, Celeste noticed as well. “Have I told you to never put your eyes on these who aren’t important to us?, “ He snarled, dragged and pressed his claws on Starscream’s back. Forcing him to move. “They’re lucky that this one isn't in  Vos, otherwise I would order for their execution. “ Always the possessive one. 

Both thundercracker and Skywarp sensed a worried look behind Starscream’s back, He twitched his wing, showing that he’ll be fine. 

The moment they walked through the palace, the guard stepped away, letting them inside of Sentinel prime’s palace. 

Orion was amazed by the sight of the seekers, he never once in his life met an interesting one. 

The other seekers were following the one with the fan folding in his servos, and he looked elegant just like the one beside him. Both drowned in riches and jewelry, and like the two behind them as well. 

What startled him is that the blue and red also have the same color as him, he looks beautiful in riches. His black faceplate was striking, even with his face and amber optics glowing like the setting stars. 

He stopped for a moment when the tricolor seekers noticed his staring, both meeting each other’s look as they scanned their frame. 

Until- the older seekers dragged him, he looked annoyed and furious. Perhaps he has seen his staring..

A servo grabbed his head, making him look down. He realized who it was by the feeling of the servos. “Ah– Dee, why did you do that!,” He frowned at his friend, rubbing his head. 

Megatronus frowned at his friends, he was behind him crossing his arm. “You don’t glaze at the prince, do you want to pay for your execution for staring wrong at the crown prince of Vos?,” He said sternly.

Orion’s optics widen in realization. “That’s the crown prince?..” He murmured. 

“I heard from Soundwave, Who knew that Sentinel Prime could have wealthy seekers up to his sleeve?” he sneered. “There isn’t any explanation as to why they have come..”

“For once Orion, be careful. Don’t engage with the prince otherwise you’ll have yourself meet with the leader..” He sighed, patting his friend’s shoulder. He can’t blame him, it is true that the crown prince was undeniably beautiful in his own way.

With the wing twitching cutely, his face striking in a way that made both of them awed. That cape and that crown on his helm is to go by.

Megatronus shocked his head, it was distracting. And he cannot afford to let that happen again. Sadly for him, Orion was still dazing off about the particular seeker.