"So... What are you thinking?" 

It was a question that sent a hush among the few guardsmen left

You hummed softly, "I'm afraid I don't understand the context of what you mean."

The femme adjusted herself, "Whats the plan? How do we respond to this perplexing message?"

That was an excellent question. 

Simple answer, you don't answer it and keep to your kind at the ledge base. But there was something nagging at you, something telling you to take the risk to roll in the spoils of the energon you'll find there. To properly replace some of your seekers parts.

"Royal one?" One of the bots murmured in concern 

You pressed a hard vent through your denta, "We respond to it. "

There was a loud ripple of sound that run through the guard that was silenced by the hard flick of your wings. You slowly rose from your seat.

"I will gather a performance patrol that shall go to the designated planetary system and investigate and seize all of the resources we need then we shall return." You spoke in an even tone 

There was a soft murmur among the royal guardsmen, mostly concern for the mission. That was understandable, it was star systems away.   

You vented, "I have been mulling over this decision for some time, and I have clairvoyance that this will end in successes for us."

Clairvoyance, that may have not been the correct word to use at the moment, but it seemed to console your people long for now.

"Who shall be within the mission, one of blood?" Came the question

'One of blood.' You didn't like that title as much as the others you were called. Though you didn't chastise the old blinding seeker for it. He has been around much longer than you.

"I have pondered over this for awhile, and have come up with a few bots that o would like to accompany me." That sent a loud ripple through the seekers

"Royal one! You do not intend to fly in foreign skies!" A seeker, much taller than you, protested

"Do all of you doubt my word!?" You shouted silencing the worried commotion

"I will fly with the mission, why would a leader not be with their bots when facing rhe great unknown?" It was a rhetorical question

"Who.... who do you wish to accompany you?" A femme asked

"Nightshade," The femme who had asked the question perked as you spoke her designation, "Bladewing," The white mech on the wall tilted his helm up, "Cloudleap," a bulky mech hummed, "And Raptor."

The small brown femme perked in surpise, "Your greatness-"

You cut her off, "I am aware of your... new appendages may seem like a hiderence, but I belive that it has been long enough and you have trained hard enough that you belong back in the field."

The brown femme looked down at her pedes.... Well, it wasn't true to call them pedes now, they were much closer to that of the clawed feet those of organic birds you have seen.

Though these here from an artifact, more so a part of your ancestors much more animalistic frames, used to be held in your homes largest museum, but do to limited supplies.... Everyone had to made do with what they could find.

Now it was time to put them to the test.

And fly the foreign winds of earth.