Transformers Seekers
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    The Autobots never expected to find anything in the frozen northern wastes except more relics. But when Bulkhead’s scanner pinged a massive Cybertronian life-sign buried beneath layers of ice, even Ratchet went silent. They dug for hours. And then they saw the unmistakable white-and-red armor. Skyfire. Ancient. Preserved. Offline… but intact. Back at base, Ratchet worked with a reverence he rarely showed. Optimus stood nearby, silent but hopeful. When Skyfire’s spark finally flickered back to life, the first thing he did wasn’t gasp, or panic, or even look around. He sat up sharply, optics wide. “Starscream. Where is he? Is he functioning? He cannot withstand cold—he never could—tell me he is alive.” His voice trembled with a fear so raw it startled even Ratchet. Optimus stepped forward, calm and steady. “Skyfire… Starscream lives. He is safe.” Skyfire sagged with relief, vents shuddering. But the moment he stabilized, he pushed himself off the berth. “I need to see him.” Optimus didn’t argue. He simply nodded. There was a place the Autobots had learned to avoid unless absolutely necessary — a sun-baked canyon where the air shimmered with heat and the stone radiated warmth like a living thing. It reminded the Seekers of the thermal updraft fields of old Cybertron, and so they gathered there often. Optimus led Skyfire to the canyon’s edge. Below, the Seekers lounged in the sun like a pride of oversized, winged cats. Thundercracker and Skywarp were arguing. Sunstorm was monologuing to no one. Blitzwing was switching personalities mid-sentence. Slipstream was pretending she wasn’t enjoying the warmth. Skyquake was standing guard for no reason. And Starscream — perched on a sunlit ledge — was grooming his wings with the obsessive precision of someone trying not to think too hard. Optimus stepped back. “Go to him.” Skyfire descended into the canyon with slow, careful steps. Thundercracker noticed first. He froze. Skywarp’s wings shot straight up. Slipstream whispered, “No way.” Blitzwing’s personalities all short-circuited at once. (you represent as Starscream)