Stryke Couples

Firestryke looked awed as he pressed his hand to Skystrafe’s cheek, a smile flitting onto his face when he felt the metal heat up with a blush.  “I can touch you…” he said.

“I’ve finally figured out how to make my hologram into a hard light projection,” the femme said, pulling away and walking over to one of the consoles.  “It’s basically the same coding as the holoroom but on a much smaller scale with my CPU directly controlling it—”  She squeaked suddenly when a hand was pressed against the base of her wings and she turned to see Firestryke looking at her, his optics a darker, quicksilver gray.

“So you can feel what happens?” he asked, his hand trailing up an edge.

“Yes.”

“Good.”  And that was the only warning he gave the flyer before he pulled her in and kissed her.

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Nightstryke looked up at the red minibot, amused.  Breakbeat would look everywhere except at him, and despite the nervousness and fear he radiated, the mech didn’t step down.

“I was wondering…  I mean if it’s okay…  I don’t want to take you away from anything you’re doing…  I’m not meaning to be selfish…  If you have plans it’s okay.”

He stopped talking when Nightstryke reached up and tilted his head so that Breakbeat looked at him in the optics and the small blue bot gave him a smile.

Even though he didn’t say anything vocally, he knew that Breakbeat could read his lips.  “Would you like to join me for some energon?” he asked silently.

Breakbeat gave him a brilliant smile and nodded, whispering, “I would love to.”

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Wind knew that she and her family were in the middle of a war.  She knew that the original Windstryke, the one that she was modeled after, had died when the nurseries were destroyed.  For most of her creation, as the communications program of the scout ship Skystrafe, she felt safe.

She was able to disappear before anything could hurt her.  She was able to see through almost the entire ship.  She knew all of the best hiding places and no one could touch her.

That changed when Skystrafe had separated a part of her spark and placed it in a small protoform.  All of Wind’s personality and her memories were transferred over to the protoform and she began her existence as her own self.

Wind became more conscious of the dangers around her.  She had to be careful because a cell phone-slash-toy helicopter wasn’t very strong.  She was tiny compared to a human.  And because of this, there were very few places that she felt safe.  One was with Firestryke.  Another was with Skystrafe.

And a third, she thought tiredly as she snuggled against a red chest before recharge took over, was in the arms of Rave, who murmured softly and tightened his hold for a moment.

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Daystryke didn’t think.  His body acted without commands from his processor.  But even as the armor covering his back melted and the pain echoed all across his sensor, he knew that he didn’t care.

All that he cared about was the smaller red mech that he stood over who stared up at him with wide optics.

The reinforcements arrived and despite the energon and oil running down his back, the energon that flooded his air intakes and leaking from his mouth, he reached forward, touching one hand to the mech’s cheek as he tried to smile.  His optics began to fail but he tried to hang on as long as he could.

“Are you ok-k-kay, Toni…”

And then he knew no more.