Memories of Old - Chapter 2

2 - Tiny little seeker

But still, I flew down though one of the many holes in the roof of the building. Light from our sun streamed though, and I thought it a sign that maybe things would be okay … that maybe they had survived …
But I could not sense anything. There was no life in this room … one that had been the hall where everyone would have been just an hour ago.
But wait … something had stirred.
I stopped walking.
I could feel an energy signature, coming from an over turned desk to my right. Then there was a frightened snivel, and I turned around. I could just see the tip of a blue foot before it was retracted and I made my way towards the being. I kept my distance from the box, for I did not want to frighten it.
Then, I saw the little guy. He was huddled up, visibly shaking with his optics shut tight. He was a seeker alright, painted silver with highlights of red and blue, with a nearly black head. A pyramid seeker was what they were called, but this one was very young. Hardly a danger to me. Not like I would suspect such a creature to be a danger. He was very scared, and, although the situation was so dim, I could not suppress the urge to think how cute the little guy was. Just a childlike cuteness, and totally innocent.
I crouched down, knowing that my size would probably have scared him further. I then called out to him softly, although my voice carried though the room as if I had said it normally.
“Hey …”
The little seeker opened his optics, and looked my way for a second. His optics were crimson, and his face was grey I saw. He looked curiously, and then cringed as I moved. Obviously, he expected an attack to him or something like it.
I held out my hand. “Its okay, I wont hurt you …”
The seeker was trembling I saw, but I did not make any more moves. He needed to trust me on his own.
When I did not move an inch for a full minute, he finally opened his optics again, and looked up at me. I looked back, a smile forming on my face as I saw his fear had lessened a little. He moved his arm away from his face and looked at me fully, almost shyly. My smile widened. Seriously, this kid was growing on me and he had barely done a thing. I think it was because of the fact that he was the only survivor left that made me want to help him.
The little seeker then slowly, cautiously, stood up. He was tiny compared to me, barely over a third of my height. I saw more of him now; his lower arms and hands were blue, as were his feet and thrusters on the back of his legs. He had a red torso and pelvis area and a jet cockpit on his stomach. He had three wigs as normal for a pyramid jet, and they had a stripe of red along them. He looked up at me; he only just came up to my chin even when I was crouching. He seemed to notice that, and made a slight movement as if to step back, but decided against it.
“Its okay …” I whispered.
He had his hands clasped against his chest, and his body was curled up in nervousness. But it appeared my words had had an effect on him. Slowly, very slowly, he walked up to me, his footsteps uneasy. As he came level with me, he looked up into my optics, as if seeking trust in them. He then reached out a tiny hand, and placed it in my own. He looked uncertain, but then I slowly placed my hand over his.
“What’s your name?” I asked softly. The little seeker seemed a bit happier now, seeming to be building some trust for me.
“I’m … I’m Starscream.” He said. His voice was high, and sad. He was obviously grieving for the loss too.
Slowly, I placed my other hand on his shoulder as he swayed. Soon enough, he fell into my embrace, trembling against me. I shh’ed him, and placed my arms around him in a light hug.
“Don’t worry.” I whispered. “I’ll take care of you …”
The little seeker nodded against my chest, and I gently picked him up. There was no point staying in this ruin. I needed to find some place to stay now.
With my little seeker.

Yes … perhaps there is another ending to this tale …

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