brilliant blue

✧ CH16


epilogue


For now, I'm just not terribly concerned
Except for the essence left unlearned
And now our footsteps toward the house have turned
Live oaks lean in early evening

Nana Grizol, Brilliant Blue


The Exitus.

Launch day.

The bridge was alive with its crew shuffling about to prepare for its first flight. Many more waited in the spacious hall that lead to it, taking on excess tasks to ensure everything went smoothly. The ship’s architecture was futuristic, far beyond what the old Cybertronian imagination was capable of—that being because it was designed by a team with a large number of young, forward-thinking Lunarians. It had a majesty that made it hard to believe the its purpose was primarily to haul cargo.

Nightbeat and Siren were loitering far back, fully dedicated to the passive observation of everyone else’s business. They had already met a good portion of their crewmates in advance and seen nearly every corner of the ship when it was nearly empty for its preliminary fire safety inspection—those were two of the many things Siren wondered about: how being merely a reserve firefighter would differ from his previous experience, and if Hosehead would be okay without his constant presence.

The meeting of ship and crew caused, as Nightbeat had predicted, something of an alchemical reaction—namely that spirits were high, and unlike the Lost Light’s launch, it wasn’t merely because they were glad to be able to run from their problems.

Even though it wasn’t all that engaging, Siren was thankful for the opportunity to get a sense of where he’d be living for the foreseeable future—this time. Doing the same on the Lost Light before being banished indefinitely to a desk had done nothing but show him what he was missing out on. This time, it was preparation for something he would actually be participating in.

First officer Hound walked briskly past them. He had done that about 20 times already, but something about this instance piqued Nightbeat’s interest. “Hey, what’s the matter?”

Hound paused suddenly and turned to face him. He looked as if he’d seen a ghost. “Nightbeat! I didn’t even see you there.”

“I get that a lot lately.”

“I bet. You're as bad as the Lunarians I can’t find. If I didn’t know better I’d think they never really existed in the first place.”

“Don’t talk like that, they can’t help it. How would you like if I went up to someone and went on about how ridiculous it is that our second-in-command can’t do math? ‘I bet he doesn’t even know how many of them are missing’.”

“…Now that you say that, thank you for not doing that. And I do know, thank you very much—it’s four.” He discreetly checked his datapad to confirm. “So it’s not their fault, but seriously, how are we supposed to take off when we can’t find them? They’re half our bridge crew!”

“That sounds like—”

“A job!” Siren sprung to life, suddenly a part of the conversation. “For us!”

Hound looked back and forth between them, and a look of relief washed over his face—this was promising. “I know this ship’s big, but think you can get it done in half an hour?”

“Give or take. It won’t be long.” Nightbeat accepted the request with a nod, and Hound went back to take care of other business.

Siren tried to hide that he was beyond disappointed. “It won’t?”

“I’m a good detective, Siren, I don’t dawdle.”

“Maiden voyage, maiden mission, I dunno, I thought it’d be… a challenge.”

“They might be wallflowers, but one of them’s my half brother. I can practically feel where he is… whether I like it or not.”

“But I—”

“What?”

“I’d just be standing there, doing nothing!”

“That’s what we’ve been doing all day.”

“This is totally different! How am I gonna learn anything if you just do everything exactly how you used to? We’re a team!” Siren slammed his palm against his fist.

Nightbeat looked… half-convinced. Siren clasped his hands together, pleading eyes sparkling.

Nightbeat kept a straight face for as long as he could, but it ultimately fell apart. “...Okay, let’s do it the hard way. But if we run out of time, I’m in charge, okay?”

Siren’s demeanor shifted instantly. “Yes! Now you’re talkin’! I hope you can keep up!”

His sprint was in a random direction. Seconds later, he felt himself being seized by the shoulder.

“Whoa there, Si,” Nightbeat said as he circled to face him. “Love the energy, but do you have the slightest idea where you’re going?”

Siren began to admit he didn’t, but quickly changed his mind. “Well, the lounge’s this way, isn’t it? I swear I saw them there…maybe…possibly.”

“Now I think you’re on the right track. And, second thing, since we are in a hurry…” Nightbeat stretched thoroughly before transforming. He waited for Siren to follow suit.

A drive side-by-side! Siren had been waiting for this! He was almost more prepared than Nightbeat, already transformed and idling by the time Nightbeat had completed his change.

“Okay, partner.” Nightbeat rolled slowly forward. “Lead the way.”

“On it! Let’s go!” Siren charged ahead, tail lights blazing. ✦

-there might be a sequel. i have an outline but no idea if/when i would actually write it
-if the lost light were on a 24 hour schedule, then siren's shift would be from 6am to 9pm, and he would have about 6 hours of free time before turning in (although obviously siren was having A Time by the end and needed extra rest). assume that cutting up sleep like that wouldn't negatively impact health for cybertronians, it's just social/culturaly convention that the majority of people are asleep for a whole day like once a week (i believe that idea comes from someone mentioning megatron's schedule somwhere in mtmte). i also realize this makes it so he looked through the lost lights databases for almost 15 hours straight in chapter 12 but i do think he would do that
-a lot of how siren is characterized is based on/adapted from/extrapolated from canon and admittedly a lot of it is greatly exaggerated (but he already only had four speaking lines in mtmte so might as well go completely off the rails yknow?):
-making him lost light staff was kind of a no-brainer but it was the fact that he obviously works there in some capacity (did the announcements once), has fire decals, and his toy and marvel bios says he has subordinates. him being younger than nightbeat is because his dreamwave bio describes him as "a younger autobot" and marvel nightbeat implies the same ("blasted youth element!"). i was picturing him being around optimus's age, a little bit prewar but still caught the tail end of functionism. his affinity for storytelling is because of the panel from marvel where he's entranced by an article about the deathbringer and the panel from mtmte where he (and his bar buddies) were listening to tailgate talk about himself. he's a bar frequenter because like half his appearances in mtmte are in bars. blaster is his roommate mostly because of the scene where they were invited by rewind to try and rehabilitate rung in shadowplay. i made him serve mostly in space/away from cybertron primarily because i didn't want him and nightbeat to have any history but also because of his background cameo in stormbringer and that he was leading the rescue missions on springer's ship in spotlight kup. the idea that he's really extroverted and social but struggles to make meaningful/intimate relationships is cause of all the instances in mtmte (and in general) where his volume is used as a gag: his excitement in the shadowplay panel making everyone one else hold their ears, gears holding his ear when theyre chatting in visage's during the mutineer's trilogy, ratchet asking "who let siren do the announcements anyway" in early season 1. it just seemed like if nightbeat's gag of unrelenting curiosity was approached as his coping mechanism (as many character gags are in mtmte), then siren's should be taken seriously too. the idea that he’s more than just the loud, bossy person he appears to be and has depth that's not obvious was also in "more than meets the eye" tradition (both the comic and the general transformers tagline).
-i really love his tech spec quote: "act first, ask questions later". it seems really short-sighted but like asking questions IS important enough to him to be in there. and sure he only has like ten lines in the entire continuity but one can make a lot of assumptions about what he's like as an indiviudal based off the groups he's a part of: an emergency service worker, an autobot, a lost lighter, a mutineer, all require certain qualities to be a member.
-initially it felt kind of weird to have nightbeat be SO NICE to him all the time but that was inspired by his treatment of nautica: unlike pretty much everyone else he never says anything rude to her (most of their exchanges are exposition, lol. i love it).
-this was my first attempt at a story of this magnitude. it was fun and frustrating and i learned a ton. i've been writing fic (pretty casually) for a long time and this is the very first time i actually like what i did so thanks for getting this far through what i consider my first success <3 being way too into background characters is really, really fun and i highly recommend it
-(PS- music was huge inspiration for this fic so here's a playlist
youtube.com/playlist?list=PLsJVExtWVKZ9PhMf0eGbxPpBuoAzbVunV
bomb the music industry - it shits!!! / mr t experience- as life goes on you get more and more out of it / palehound - at night i'm alright with you / okkerville river - our life is not a movie or maybe / streetlight manifesto - one foot on the gas, one foot in the grave / good luck - significant day / bright eyes - forced convalescence / nana grizol - brilliant blue)

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