Skyfire never thought that this day would come. Him, raising a young Seekerling to be a warrior, while never telling the truth.

He wasn’t your father, that much was true. But he liked to think he was. You had the same, beautiful white paint as him, which was enough to make you believe he was your father.

Right now, he was desperately trying to teach you how to use the thrusters on your heels. Though it wasn’t working out the way he wanted it to.