Excited Solarflare
Featuring Mirage

The slow, rocking motion of the shuttle was enough to lull her into an easy state of recharge. However, as soon as she shuttered her optics, it seemed that they had landed. At her side, Mirage shifted; the lanky spy sat up, curling one black hand over her own. “We’re here, Flare.”

“At the Towers?” she replied, instantly awake.

He grinned. “Nearly. We’re at the spaceport. I’ve got a hopper waiting for us.”

“You’re not going to blindfold me, are you?” she asked as they stood up with the other passengers and shuffled out the door.

The Ligier laughed, curling an arm around her waist as they descended the ramp and stepped out into a new Cybertron – a peaceful, free Cybertron, all gold and gleaming structures. “How can I surprise you if you see it coming?”

“Fine.” With a grin, she loosened her scarf and wrapped it around her own optics. “Lead me away, sir.” She felt him take her by the elbow and gently guide her along the tarmac. Her other senses, instinct-fueled as they were, aided in making sure she didn’t trip over her own large pyramidal feet and fall flat on her feathered rump in front of these other high-priced folk. Mirage led her a ways from the shuttle, and then helped her into what she suspected was the rented hopper. Neither of them said a thing, but she could hear Mirage’s low chuckle as he powered the craft up.

Flare jiggled in her seat. This was the day she’d been waiting for, for a long time now. Mirage had sent no pictures to her and the sparklings during the whole construction process. He only said that it was going to be everything that they had wanted – and more.

She passed the time by humming to herself, softly and tunelessly, turning her head to glance blindly out the window, audios picking up the sounds of high-density traffic, then … silence.

“Almost there,” her spy said at one point, before falling into silence.

A few clicks later, the engines began to whine, heralding a descent. With a whoosh of hydraulics and the hiss of pneumatics, they were down. Solarflare practically fell out of the hopper when Mirage hauled the door open. He laughed, righting her and maneuvering her body so that she would get the best possible view of whatever it was that sat before her.

“Ready?”

Bouncing on her toes, she swiped playfully at him. “Take it off!”

Slowly, teasingly, the scarf fell away from her optics. Gleaming shafts of pure white assailed her sensors, all swooping curves and spinning minarets. Flying buttresses coupled with amazing Transformer technology had produced every girl’s dream.

Flare gaped. And gaped some more.

Mirage grinned and looped his arm around her waist. “I know, it’s a little rough, but I figured I needed your opinion as to what kind of trees and grass to plant in the courtyard. And what animals to import.”

With wide optics, she goggled at him. “Plants? Animals? Take me inside!”

Laughing, Mirage of the Towers took his wild avian femme into high society.