Exhausted Solarflare
Solo

She surveyed the green landscape with a taloned hand shading her optics; there were a few more trees to plant, freshly imported from the great California forests, as well as those squirrels and rabbits still sitting in Iacon’s Main Tower quarantine. (For the life of her, Flare couldn’t figure out why metallic beings needed to use quarantine, but they told her it was just a safety precaution.) Sure, sure; they just wanted to oogle Earth life and talk about how scrambled the circuits of the premier noblemech’s bondmate were.

A low breathe jetted from her ventilators. Regardless, she’d made excellent progress. Tomorrow, Grapple and Hoist would be coming over to work on the miniature waterfall and the pond. The koi were scheduled to arrive sometime next week, along with the songbirds. It was all coming together so beautifully, but slag, if she wasn’t tired!

Solarflare glanced around and found that they still hadn’t unpacked the ornate benches from Sunstreaker’s shop. Oh well; she could make due with anything. Flopping onto the ground, she pillowed her head on her arms, staring up at the newly rebuilt Iacon Tower skyline. Golden spires, silver and crystal minarets punctuated the horizon, each trying to out-do the other. It was a life she was still trying to adjust to, having come off almost two hundred years of all-out warfare, but it was probably more of a stretch for her comrades, who had been battling for over nine million years. Being the bondmate of the most successful elite to rise from the ashes of oblivion gave her a certain status, one that she was still trying to come to terms with. As a human, she’d grown up in middle-class society, never coming close to fabulous wealth. Now, she had everything she could ever want.

But I have everything, she thought sleepily, optics fluttering as her system advised her to rest and recharge. Mirage and their two sparklings. That was all she needed. This … just perks.

Stifling a yawn, Solarflare rolled over and gazed at their new home, the one that they would be moving into permanently once everything was done. Just the landscaping and the finishing tweaks on the interhouse security system, as far as she knew.

Servos aching, Flare gave into exhaustion and fell into a blissful recharge.