Chapter Text
In the emptiness of space, among the bright and solitary stars, in the distance a shining trail could be seen, coming from a large ship. The ship was more elongated than robust, not appearing to have been made for battle, but rather for long journeys; the ship was a mixture of white and gold, an extremely gleaming gold.
Inside the ship, in the command room, in the captain’s chair, sat a Cybertronian of medium height by the standards of his species. He was almost completely light blue, with some black details. On the top of his head — which slightly resembled a kind of crown — there were two antennas, both somewhat crooked. On the front of his head there was a vibrant orange symbol that slightly resembled propellers. On the side of his head there were two small rods that resembled the wings of organic animals known as birds. He was not robust; he was slender, but he also did not visually seem weak. He seemed like a perfect model for exploration or infiltration.
The bot seemed thoughtful.
“Things are so quiet in the Golden Cradle…” the blue Cybertronian stood up calmly from the chair. “Too quiet.” Leaving the controls on autopilot, he headed toward the door that led to the exit of the command room. “They are doing something…”
While he walked through the corridors, which had walls so clean that they reflected his image, the bot began to drift into thought. “Moonlight, me, the captain, Ha! In the past I never thought I would get to this, basically leaving the war behind? I did not abandon them, of course, I am still an Autobot, but… I could not go after them at the moment, and now I have people to take care of, a family.”
The Cybertronian, now known as Moonlight, slightly quickened his pace, until he turned a corridor and stopped walking completely. — Hm?.... — The antennas on the top of his head moved and vibrated, as if they were picking up something.
Moonlight brought his servo to the right side of his head, activating the internal communications. He looked at the saved names and decided that it would be easier to send a message in the group that had everyone together.
Moonlight: Did any of you move anything on the ship? Blindspot, I hope you did not drag Monochrome with you again, we have already talked about this.
Less than a second later, messages began to arrive.
Blindspot: Why did you only ask me? What about Breakthrough? Or Torsion, that crazy one. Anyway, no, I did not move anything, I am trying to fix the things you asked me earlier.
Breakthrough: Do not involve me in this, I am in the training room with Torsion, who… cannot answer right now for certain reasons.
Piston: I am in the engine room, applying the improvements I mentioned earlier.
Delta Signal: I just woke up…
Monochrome: Laboratory, research.
Moonlight turned the fans one level above normal and blinked slowly while quickly returning to the command room. As soon as he entered through the door he realized where the small signal from his antennas had come from; it was a location, of Cybertronians… on an inhabited planet.
— Hmmmm, well…. Uhhhh, better confirm who they are…
Moonlight began to move the controls of a large computer on the side of the room. “Autobots… and Decepticons, but of course… hm, energon? Our supplies are getting low… no! I cannot fall into the temptation of returning to battle, although I know the others would follow me, I do not want to drag them into that.”
Moonlight activated the general communicator. — Everyone come to the command room, I need to talk to you. — On the other side a chorus of responses was heard that ranged from “yes,” “sure,” and “already on my way.”
Moonlight sat heavily in the commander’s chair, the fans turned on at medium power, he could already feel his processor heating up. “I wonder what adventures could be waiting for us there…”
In a few minutes, other bots began to enter the room.
The first to arrive was a bot almost completely gray and black, with orange eyes. He did not have many striking features; he was robust, tall; on the front of his head there was also the same symbol as Moonlight. His faceplate appeared to have several micro scratches.
Moonlight smiled when he saw him.
— Breakthrough! You were quick to get here.
— Well, as soon as you asked that on the internal group communicator I started coming here.
— Haha…. Am I that predictable?
Breakthrough smiled and gave a discreet little laugh. — Sometimes, boss, sometimes.
— Was Torsion not with you? Where is he?
— Stayed a bit behind, he was tired…
Before the rest of the sentence left Breakthrough’s mouth, fast footsteps began to be heard, as well as a deep voice with a bit of static in the background. — You liar, you tried to throw me into the scrap room… — Torsion stopped running as soon as his face appeared at the door of the room. — Again!
Breakthrough smiled discreetly, Torsion approached him and both began to argue.
Torsion was shorter than Breakthrough, but taller than Moonlight; in fact, everyone on the ship was taller than Moonlight. Torsion was a bot almost completely shiny black; on the front of his head there was a structure that resembled a king’s crown; his face had smooth markings; he was considerably handsome by Cybertronian standards, despite not being so colorful. On his back there were wings; he was a flying model. On the front of his head he also had the same symbol as Moonlight. His feet had small rods on the front part.
Moonlight only lamented internally when they began to argue. “When Piston shows up, he will be able to deal with the two of them.”
The next bot to enter was tall, very tall. He was completely black and white, without specific patterns. His face did not show expression, it rarely did; the top of his head resembled a crown with several rods; on the front there was the same symbol as the others. The Cybertronian was robust; his optics were white circles. On the side of his head there was a red rod on each side. His hands contained fingers with sharp claws. On his back there were wings, but also wheels; he was a triple-changer.
Moonlight smiled when he saw him. — Monochrome! You arrived.
Monochrome stopped beside Moonlight and slightly tilted his head. — You called me, I came.
Monochrome glanced sideways at the two participants of the discussion in the corner of the room, then looked back at the door, waiting for the others.
A total silence was behind the door; suddenly a noise of metal against metal was heard, and a bot basically came flying through the door and landed on the floor in the middle of the room.
— Ow….
The bot was definitely striking; the thing that drew the most attention was the fact that he only had one eye on his face; the mark of his mouth was visible right below the eye, although it did not seem to open when he spoke. The robot was black with small orange details; he had the same symbol on the front of his head. His body, slender and aerodynamic, as well as the wings on his back — which at the moment were spread across the floor. On the sides of his head, three small rods, on each side, attached one to another, came out of his head, vibrant orange.
— Blindspot, are you okay? — Moonlight asked, uncertain.
— I am great boss, I was just trying to fix that jetpack you asked for, I did it!
— Well, now we are just missing Piston.
As soon as the name was said, another Cybertronian entered the room; he was a bot of medium height, expression nonexistent, yellow eyes, faceplate without excessive scratches. His body was not thin, but it was not robust either; on the front of his head there was a structure with three points on top and two below, and in the center of it, the same symbol that was found on the others.
As soon as the bot entered, Breakthrough and Torsion stopped arguing and stayed quiet in the corner.
— Why did you call us, Moonlight? — The bot, Piston, asked.
Moonlight reconsidered one last time what to say, before smiling and looking at the face of each one of them.
— What do you think about going down to an inhabited organic planet, with the presence of Autobots and Decepticons, but also with signals of energon?
The room fell into a silence so deafening that the noise of the engines could be heard. And soon, everyone began to speak at the same time, not giving Moonlight time to process what each one was saying.
“Ah, this is going to be difficult…”