Happy Solarflare

Could it be? Flare could hardly believe her audios as the rumor flitted down the lines.

She stood among hundreds of Autobot warriors waiting outside the great Elder Council Hall in Iacon, Mirage on her left, Hound on her right. “Are they coming out?” she whispered to Mirage.

“Seems so,” her bondmate replied, tilting his head from side to side, trying to see over the hulking shoulders of the reserve troops.

“Someone shove her on Grimmy’s shoulders,” Sunstreaker griped. “I wanna see, slaggit.”

Before Flare could get a word in edgewise, Mirage and Hound were lifting her, wings and all, up onto the broad shoulders of the Dinobot Grimlock. The great grey T.Rex rumbled low. “What birdie doing on me, Grimlock’s, shoulders? I no perch for canary.”

Swaying as Grimlock shifted, Solarflare clutched at his body with her bulky lower legs, trying to stay on. “Oh, lighten up, Grim,” Sunstreaker shot back. “You should be happy; it’s not often she wraps her legs around someone other than Mirage. Flare, lob that pad of yours down.”

Turning, the grey femme ejected her vid-pad from her upper right thigh and reached backwards to drop it in Mirage’s waiting hands. Twisting back around, she settled herself more properly on Grimlock’s shoulders; it might have been the occasion, for the huge soldier voiced no other opinion about being regulated to “perch” status. Raising her head, Flare gazed out across the thousands of Autobots gathered to hear the news they had hoped for weeks would come, right after Optimus had destroyed Galvatron at the gates to Iacon. She zoomed right up to the great Primus-head doors of the wrecked chambers, waiting, waiting.

The Autobots’ patience was well-rewarded. Slowly, the great doors were pushed open and Optimus Prime stepped out into the cool night air. Immediately, a cheer swelled from the back and pushed its way to the front. Various chants erupted on the fringes; Flare found herself shrieking some phrase that she had no concept of, other than it was good.

“AUTOBOTS!”

Prime’s sonorous voice carried wide and far, instantly silencing the warriors. “We have PEACE.”

Grimlock jumped up, roaring for all he was worth. In the process, Flare was thrown backwards, landing in the arms of Mirage and Hound. But she did not care. It was OVER.

OVER.

Laughing uproariously, she jumped to her feet, grabbing any mech in the immediate area. Peace. Oh, it was so good.