Starscream's Log
Triple Encryption

I never thought this day would come. I never thought that I would live to be reunited with our creation. We've been on the Autobot base for three joors now, and so much has changed in that time. First off, my mates and I have a great deal of respect for (and now understand why he's called) the Hatchet. Megatron could take lessons in have to be scary from that slagger. But thanks to him, I am fully functional. I woke up to find not only Thundercracker and Skywarp hovering over me protectively, but Mirage as well. It was such a thrill to see my creation curled into Thundercracker's side comfortably, like he belonged there.

When they saw that I was awake, Mirage moved from Thundercracker and seated himself on the very edge of my bed. For a moment he just looked at me, cool blue eyes studying me. Then he raised a hand and pressed it to my cheek. Creator. That was all he said. But in that moment a long suppressed portion of my spark opened up and I could feel my son's presence. A bond that I thought had long since disappeared had opened up. I could feel my creation in my spark again. It was like he had never left. I could feel my mates' joy at finally, finally having Mirage back where he belonged. And Mirage, despite the years of hatred and anger at the Decepticons, was ecstatic to have a family. He admitted that he had talked to Smokescreen to work through some acceptance issues he had been having ever since he overheard 'Warp's journal entry, but he was much more comfortable with us now, and can again look at us as Creators instead of enemies. There are no words that can describe the elation that comes with knowing that. And he's not the only one coming to terms with the fact that we are not enemies. All of the Ark is, especially considering how many more Decepticons followed our lead. We had quite the support base, after all. I never tried to rule through fear and pain, like Megatron. Given another option, many of our former comrades fled.

My Air Fleet, of course, were the first to follow us. Soundwave, surprisingly, came next. Turns out that he's not as loyal to Megatron as he had led us all to believe. He had been a neutral and was not going to choose sides in the war. When Megatron began killing off sparklings early in the war he found Soundwave. He had known about the mech's telepathic abilities, and had made him a deal: Soundwave's loyalty in exchange for sparing his sparklings' lives. Soundwave had reformatted all six of his younglings soon after that, and never let them far from his sight… or left them alone with Megatron.

For orns more and more of our comrades had trickled in, each looking more ragged than the last, until Megatron finally made an appearance, furious with his dwindling army. Shots seemed to bounce off of him as he tore through the mechs who went out to meet him. Many were injured, including Mirage and Skywarp. I won't go into the details of the battle; I would rather forget it. The part that I do like remembering is when Optimus was finally able to bring the fragger to his knees. It was glorious, and a feat that I have never been able to accomplish. Though many called for his head, Megatron still lives. However, he no longer has a body. Onslaught suggested that, given the Autobots' (well some of them) reluctance to kill, Megatron be stripped of his body and his mind imprisoned in The Box. According to the Combaticons, it is a fate worse than death.

Shockwave has disappeared, retreating into the ruins of Kaon, and we are finally making progress with returning Energon to Cybertron. My family is looking forward to the day when we can return home and begin to rebuild our beloved Vos. Mirage will live the life that he always should have, surrounded by wingkin. He speaks of it with great excitement, though many of his friends express doubts. How will a grounder be happy living in a city of flyers? Because, when he wakes up he will not do so in a groundbound frame. No, he will wake up as a seeker, and, as soon as his wings are strong enough to hold him, he will take his place among us as a master of the sky.

I have so much more to say, but I will end it here. Our creation will be awake in three kliks and I want to be there to greet him. But first, I must wake my mates, who have fallen into recharge while were waiting. Skywarp's wings are pressed into my shoulder, and are beginning to cut off my circulation. Skywarp! Wake up!

Ow! Screeeeeeamer, what was that for?

End Log

Medical Log
Patient: 98348302 Mirage
Operation: Frame Transfer
Head Surgeon: Ratchet
Junior Surgeons: First Aid, Swoop

Operation began at 0802 hours. Procedure was long. Began by administering .2cc of sedative to patient. Patient was under for 3.6 hours, local time. Using standard medical procedures (see attached file) transfer of spark to a Seeker Frame was a success. Spark took to new frame exceedingly well, and no complications are expected. Patient is being kept overnight for observation and will report back to medbay in one joor to make sure that all joints, welds, plating and seams are stable and able to continue supporting spark for regular and more physically intense activities.

Signed by: CMO Ratchet

The sun beat down heavily, warming the planet to nearly unbearable temperatures. There were no clouds to give cover, and most mechs had chosen to stay on the base to avoid the heat. None of this registered to the four shapes streaking across the sky, engines screaming in pleasure. This was their domain, and they controlled it, bent it to their will. The heat meant nothing to them; only the wind rushing against their plating as they raced through the atmosphere mattered. Three of the figures were seasoned flyers – they were well used to dancing across the sky. It never got old, and each time they took off was just as exhilarating as the last. They would never stop loving it. The fourth mech, a blue and white one who was slightly smaller than the others, was inexperienced, but from the first moment he touched the sky he felt a sense of peace that had been missing his entire life. This was freedom, this was joy, this was life. And up here in the sky, surrounded by his Creators, he knew that, without a doubt, that he was where he belonged. Finally, after so many vorns Mirage had come home.