Chapter 1: Logs of Memories
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The soft hiss of the metallic doors opening broke the silence which had regained inside the large library of the University. Large tomes of books glistered with a faint light as the sun streamed inside through the large windows covering the west wall. There were also a huge number of datapads filling up the sleeves, but those entering were not interested in any of those. A pair of violet and pale red optics were looking around searchingly while they walked deeper into the room.
“Where could they be hiding?” whined a frustrated voice, wings giving an impatient shake.
“Don’t worry they are here Ser” replied the other while letting her senses spread out to note the correct location of the three sparks she felt in the room. Unlike her sire and brother she still needed much concentration and effort to use spark-avereness to find others, but she was after all still rather young. “Besides that, we are not much older than them so you could say that we are getting a dose from what we have put everyone through.” she finished to the huffing Seeker.
“We were not that bad, according to my sire was my brother more of a catastrophe.” she replied back to the red femme who resisted the urge to roll her violet optics. She needed to remember that Seekers were also in character often more afloat then on ground level and they still had three sparklings to find and speaking about sparklings…
“Gyaahhh!!”
“Seems as if Ironblade has already found you.” the red femme giggled by the sight of her friend flat on the carpet, wings angrily raising and falling while she tried to push a deep blue-orange coloured, dragon-like sparkling off of herself.
“Ugh…I will be happy when he is finally old enough to get his alt-mode.” she groaned before glaring up at her friend. “Illusion, don’t just stand there, but help me, I don’t even get why he jumped at me? His brother is interested in your older brother and not in mine!” she whined while still trying to get the small half-predacon down.
“Well, he seems to prefer you, keep an optic on him while I get Trion and Stellar.” was her only reply while continuing to walk to the storage closet from where she could feel the two missing sparks.
“Wha… Sion!” Starcrosser whined after her giggling friend who finally reached the closet and pulled out two small mechs.
“Found you.” Illusion told the duo before taking their small servos into her own and walking back to her friend. “Blade’s carrier told us to not wander around without supervision, mostly that we are the only ones in the building.” she told the chipping pair seeing how they were still too small to form words with their vocalizers, only now old enough to spend a small amount of time out of the sight of their creators.
By the time she got back to Starcrosser and Ironblade had the young Seeker managed to get the other down, but held a firm grip on the now squirming toddler.
“Next time, I’m getting the easier ones.” Ser told her friend with an annoyed look on her face plating.
“Well, they are after all your brothers-in-law.” Illusion commented back as a reference to her friend’s earlier statement that since some solar cycles was Doomclaw making much effort to get a more meaningful attention from Shade, much to the annoyance of Deathwing. Illusion did not exactly get why the other mech was even trying, she may have no telepathicall abilities, but she knew her brother and the fact that he does not want to start a relationship with him after the first time failed. She did not know the full details, only that the relationship between her brother, nephew and said nephew’s sire and sparksire was strained to an irreparable level.
“I know.” she replied before spotting something at the other end of the room. “Hey, isn’t that a log comp?” she asked while gesturing to the large computer as best as one could with their servos full of a squirming half-predacon.
“Yes, what is with it?” sometimes Sion really did not get her friend.
“Well… Shockwave is still pretty busy for some joors and in one part I can agree with these three, it is boring to only sit around so what if we look on a bit at the logs. You know, maybe learn some things about the time when our creators and siblings were still living on Earth.” Starcrosser suggested excitedly and when the sparklings started cripping happily was Illusion sure that she was outnumbered.
“Fine, but only for one joor, after that we are heading back so that we don’t get into any trouble.” the red femme admonished while the Seeker nodded eagerly.
“Great.” come the reply as the five headed for the machine, luckily it had a size-adjustor built in which made it easy for them to reach both the clipboard and see the screen without them needing to pull a table closer. “Ok, which file should we pick first?”
“Hmm… here are a rather big number of them, I don’t think that we should let the youngest hear about the war on our creators old home” Sion said while looking at her friend who nodded her helm, even they were still too young to hear about the war which had destroyed their ancestral planet, it had already confused them when they heard that Decepticons and Autobots had fought against each other, mostly if they looked at Stormwing or the brothers between them.
“How about this one?” Ser asked while pointing at one of the files which was dated shortly before the creation date of Sion’s brother.
“That will probably do as a start.” Sion agreed and opened the file.
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At the same time in the north wing of the building was Shockwave working in his office on some files before a beeping alerted him that he had an incoming call, checking it he saw from whom it was and opened a comm-link.
“Do you require some type of assistance Knockout?” the one opticed mech asked as the doctor appeared on the screen.
”I called more along the lines to see if you need some assistance.” Shockwave heard Knockout reply with a smirk on his faceplate which had the scientist tip his helm to the side in confusion.
“I don’t exactly see your logic in this.” he finally answered.
”Though it is easy, but I will re-phrase it for you. How are you faring for the first time to have your sparkling out of your sight? I needed to hold Wave on occasions with me in the med bay so that he does not go looking for Shade and later also Sion.” Knockout said as he remembered the fond memories, his sparkmate had been rather adorable in his antics and they certainly held him back from doing the same.
“It is… not a welcome feeling, but it is a logical and necessary thing that needs to be done, I can’t be with him every klik of his function,… thank you for inquiring.” Shockwave replied after a few kliks, he truly meant it seeing how Blade was the first sparkling he had himself carried out and thus most experiences were rather new to him while the other had already two, one of them currently with the other younglings while his older was already a carrier himself.
"Hey, don’t mention it, your protocols regards that will lessen with time and make being apart easier, a little bit at least." Shockwave nodded his helm before glancing over at the screen to look at his work, the files needed some time to install and he needed some distraction against his still rather strong protectivity protocol.
“Knockout, may I state a question?”
”Shoot, I have some time, you know how little work we have if no one pulls the same stunt again as a certain pair of mechs who better hope to not need any type of treatment anytime soon.” Shockwave involuntarily shuddered at the red sports car’s tone as he remembered their six medics flashing him and his bonded their dark looks when he went to the hospital to confirm that he was sparked, the memory of both his Lord and Prime covering at the other end of the examination’s room had not helped.
“I’m sure that they will be more careful in the future.” Shockwave told the still slightly fuming medic, he also could further understand his mood, after all Knockout was the one who needed to deliver a sparkling while trying to not be blasted apart by their liege who was trying to get to his bonded, leave alone both of them needing to constantly order Soundwave to stay in the corner before he offlines Megatron for daring to try hurting the medic.
"I hope it for both of them or Neoblaze and Orion will be taking over as leaders permanently." Knockout replied before looking at the scientist. ”So, what did you wish to ask from me?”
“I had always wondered how it happened that you and Soundwave got together.” this had always baffled him looking at their clashing personalities if one looks at the two mechs and mostly that for the type their TIC had been the last reminder of a sparkbond meant that the pair was bonded for eternity, even in passing unlike by other types where the bond can be made also as a loose one.
”Ah, well…” it was in a way amusing to see the other get flushed before he managed to compose himself. ”It all kind of started after you went back to Cybertron to work in your laboratory, and probably mop about the fact that the predacons simply left, under them your etalon.” Shockwave never bothered to look up either of the two additional languages their medic seemed to have picked up on Earth, much to the confusion of the other Decepticons, - beside Soundwave of course -, but by the way the last word was phrased he was sure that he felt a bit embarrassed.
“We were not together in any way at that time.” he found himself defending at which Knockout only laughed when there was suddenly a yelp from one of the examination rooms behind him. “What was that?”
”Wheeljack ended up pulling an idiotic stunt and Ratchet is making sure that he remembers that fact while fixing him up, but anyways the whole thing which started the relationship as said happened not long after you went away…”
To be continued…
Chapter 2: Still not sure about this…
Notes:
I just wanted to note that the chapter structures will be the following, one chapter with someone reminiscing about something while the following chapter(s) will be about that, if there are more then one person or group doing that (like the first chapter) is the memory either mixed or one chapter deals with one group and the following with the other.
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“GGGRRRAAAAHHH! CURSE YOU OPTIMUS PRIME!!!” while the sound of their Master’s angry screams could be heard all around the Nemesis was everyone making sure to be busy in the farthest parts of the ship.
The farther away one was the better, mostly if you saw the head officers carefully sneaking away, their SIC interrogating their CMO how fast the medic could whip up a specially made energon to send the raging mech on the bridge into recharge within an astrosecond. When they saw their TIC walk away in a slightly more hurried tempo from the bridge the Eradicons and Vehicons were ready to bolt for their sparks.
Ground for their already violent Master to be close to blow all fuses was due to the desparkening fact that the Autobots had with their last battle destroyed all chances to be ever able to repair the Omega Lock… thus Cybertron would stay dead. No one liked this and for once was everyone sure that even their enemies were not pleased with their Prime and the sacrifice he had forced on them, but there was nothing anyone could do.
All hope was lost…
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The hissing of an opening door made Knockout tense before placing the tool he had been cleaning down on the table and turning around to see who had come seeing that he was too busy concentrating on Megatron’s throbbing spark to notice anybot on the ship, but it seemed to have relaxed now after two solar cycles. When he finally saw who it was needed the red mech to raise an opticridge at the unusual sight, meaning Starscream completely silent for once.
“Can I help you with something Starscream?” he asked, but did not receive an answer, this confused him seeing that if not in need for treatment, the other only come to him to either try dragging him into one of his plans - he could not refuse them due to him trying to not make his processor stability worse - or to complain. Yes, they were in need of a counsellor, though he was sure that Screamer would make them bolt in a matter of joors in the best of cases. “Erm…Starscream? ...Screamer?”
There was still no reply which was slowly getting a bit creepy, almost on the same level as those vampire-terracons. Shaking his helm to get the memories out of his processor he strode up to the Air Commander and dragged him to the closest medical berth and made him sit down. After this he hurried to the closet and pulled out a jar, the fleshies may be using smelling salt to get some things done, but they had also something similar. Holding the jar as far from himself as possible he took of the lid and held it close to Starscream’s faceplate, so that his smelling receptors get the full does of the disgusting smelling powder. It worked wonders for when the Seeker not only made all honours for his name, but also managed to nearly jump up to the ceiling without the usage of his wings.
“Euuggh! Why did you put that disgusting thing in front of me!?” Starscream demanded to the now grinning medic.
“There you are, now care to tell me why you were so out of it?” he inquired to the glaring Seeker who shuddered as his processor brought back the ground for his little freezing.
“I went back to the bridge to try… talking some sense to our Master” Knockout waited because the other definitely did not look in dire need for repair so he was not close to know the fact how Megatron had calmed down. “Turned out that it was not needed…” here the Seeker shuddered, his optics off-lining for a few clicks “Soundwave had simply knocked him out with only one hit…” Starscream finished in a panicked tone.
“Aha” there was nothing Knockout could say, but he was getting why the SIC looked so panicked, he was kind of sure that beside him and their liege had no one on board of the Nemesis a clue that their TIC was an Assassin Type.
How could they? Sentinel Prime and the council of Cybertron had agreed in their fear of their ability to be the perfect killers, - Cybertronians able to switch of their emotions and only concentrate on the task, no regrets, no remorse they follow their master’s every order - to eliminate all of them. They were feared, despised and thus needed to be eliminated. All, but one had perished and many of the lesser mechs did not care for they had never encountered them, but Knockout had. This was why he did not worry like Starscream about what Soundwave had done to Megatron, it was easy to note that he was the one the Spymaster served in loyalty and he would never do anything which would harm his master. If he was honest with himself the medic had often envied such loyalty which was rare even by the Autobots, but having grown up with Assassin Types and servants due to his creators always being more concerned with their jobs and wealth to pay attention to their sparkling he had seen all of their sides. A sudden, panicked, squeak like sound which come from Starscream brought him out of his thoughts. Turning to the side he found out the ground in the form of their Information Officer standing in the door to the medbey.
“Well, you are fine Starscream and I need to go look at our liege, now that he is more cooperative.” Knockout said, guessing why Soundwave had come, as the silent mech nodded in affirmation made the medic his way out of the room, the other following him. Well it seems as if Starscream would stir clear from Soundwave for a while.
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“I really don’t like this depressed mood.” Miko stated from her place beside Jack and Raf as they looked at the Autobots, neither of them had spoken much since the battle three days ago which had dwarfed Megatron’s plan to restore Cybertron and enslave Earth.
“They had given up all chances to ever be able to restore their home.” Raf said sadly as he made his way over to Bee who was sitting in a corner, blue optics dejectively looking at his servos.
Optimus looked solemnly over his friends, his family, they had walked with him for long vorns, following his every command and now they even followed his word which damned their home. His spark flickered with terrible grief, almost extinguishing, but he knew that he could not let it go out. He was their Prime and as such could not let them alone now, not without mending the wounds he had caused.
“Optimus?” turning around found the Prime himself faced with the youngest member of their small family.
“Yes, what is it Smokescreen?” he asked the one whom he had almost passed over the title as the new Prime, but instead he had risked his own life to bring him back.
“I… well I wanted to tell you that I trust in your decision” Smokescreen assured his leader before he asked the question which had plagued him since their return to the base their human friends had given them. “Optimus, what will we do now?” he watched as the older mech vented a sigh, his optics running once more over their friends.
“Agent Fowler stated that we could stay on this base if we wish to do as such, it seems now that this planet will fully become our home.” he told the younger before a sudden gasp, shortly followed by a yell from Ratchet brought their attention to the medic.
“E…everyone get here, I… I found something!” he called to them in a voice mixed between disbelief, excitement and a trace of hope.
“What is it?” Arcee asked as she got as close to the medic as possible due to the fact that everyone was trying to crowd the computer screen.
“I was just browsing through the Iacon database, not even noticing what I was doing and then suddenly I found this message.” Ratchet told her excitedly.
“What does it say?” Miko asked from Bulkhead’s shoulder.
“It is a letter form Alpha Trion” Optimus told her “it says that in the case if the Omega Lock should be destroyed and no way of repairing it is possible that then we shall let a new Cybertron be born from another planet which is in its consistence much like our home. When we find it the Allspark will head over to that planet.” a wave of excitement rushed over all of those gathered inside the hangar.
“I will be starting the scanning.”
“Do that Ratchet, but there is more, a key is needed to awaken the planet, but it says that we will find it in the end if we listen to our spark, if not the last hope will be gone.” Optimus told his friend, but even those words could not dampen the mood, they were all sure that eventually they will find the key.
“Hey, there is something more.” Jack informed the group.
“True, these are coordinates and an instruction to go to those places, get the hidden clue which will lead us to our goal, but it does not stand here what it could be.” Arcee said while looking at the others. “I will head out to the first coordinates, Ratchet could you please open a groundbridge for me?” she asked before glancing at Optimus who nodded in permission to the femme who gave Jack over to Bee and turned from the group, transforming.
“It seems as if we have now a new ground to compete with the Decepticons if they have found the same message like by the keys.” Bulkhead said eagerly while smiling as they saw the name at the end of the message.
Alpha Trion
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“Well, you seem to have sent our liege resting at the right time. All of this anger would have after a couple of more joors damaged some of his circuits.” Knockout stated as he scanned over the prone figure of their lord, Soundwave standing behind him, guarding.
”Loyal to Megatron.” come the record of Starscream’s voice.
“I don’t doubt that.” Knockout replied before turning away from Megatron. “You sent him into recharge till tomorrow late in the evening, this should help him his system to get back to normal.” and with that was he already on his way to return to his work and making sure that Starscream was not hiding under one of the berths in there when suddenly a new voice hit his audio sensors, a little bit of static mixed into it, but he recogrinaised the speech pattern from his sparklinghood.
”Request: Knockout staying, Soundwave requiring assistance.” Soundwave did not like asking for assistance, if he needed it had his cassettes been there to help him, but now he only had Leserbeak who was doing surveillance. He would also not likely use his own voice, - not even Megatron had heard it – and the only fact he spoke when the Autobots had foolishly thought that they had captured him had been only due to remind Prime about the ground why his predecessors annihilated his kind and also for his commander who had himself slain not one of them. Knockout would be at the moment the second exception, but that was not a problem for the medic seemed to not be surprised to hear him speak which was no wonder if one had read the file regards the status of his family back on Cybertron.
“By what do you need me?” Knockout asked, his curiosity piqued about the unusual situation.
Soundwave did not answer only started leaving the room, knowing that the medic would be following him. It did not take long to reach the bridge where he brought up the Iacon database with the message he had found while looking into the deepest parts of it. The message had been cleverly hidden, but Soundwave had always liked challenges.
”Soundwave found message today, sent out Laserbeak to keep an optic on the Autobots.” Soundwave told the medic as that read over the message, wondering if he will understand what he had planned.
“May I stat the guess that you want the Autobots to find the first clue and see to what it will lead them and after we know what we can expect we will be also hunting those clues and the price at the end.” Knockout said in a thoughtful tone while Soundwave nodded, glad that he did not need to explain when there was suddenly a signal on his visor, Laserbeak was sending her message. Allowing his feelers to connect with the computer he pulled up the screen, so that they could see what the drone saw. “Not bad, the humans still have on cases trouble getting the aerial view in most movies right.” the medic mushed, not even noticing that he was doing that, not that he was telling a secret to Soundwave, he knew about the hobbies of their CMO.
The two Cons watched from the safety of their ship as a groundbridge opened, letting a blue motorbike through which transformed into a femme. They saw her look around the rocky area, searching as she pushed the stones to the side for the upcoming two joors before they heard her let out a triumphant cry. ”I have finally found the new coordinates and not one Con in sight, they must be still busy hammering out their dents.” Soundwave played down the audio on his visor while Knockout smirked and her naivety while ignoring the comment about dents, he was an expert how to fix them fast. With the new coordinates they waited till the femme was away before Soundwave opened a much smaller groundbridge in the air for Laserbeak so that they could continue to watch. The additional search had gone this time much faster and it seemed that she had found something, zooming at it Knockout let out a startled gasp, his optics wide.
"Inquiry: Knockout knowing what she found." Soundwave said while turning to the mech who was doing his best to compose himself before covering his optics with his right servo.
“Yes,” Knockout said as he tried to piece together a way how to explain this to Megatron and that what will follow after a decision was made. “That is a stasis-incubation port, meaning all those coordinates lead to sparklings which had been sent on this planet by Alpha Trion.” Knockout finished, still trying to wrap his processor around the situation, he doubted that any of them could provide much of an environment for a sparkling and he was sure that Ratchet will be the same option as him.
Soundwave did not say anything, but understood that things will become rather complicated in the future.
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“What in the name of Primus had Alpha Trion been thinking!?” Ratchet demanded while scanning over the port, till now his scanners showed that everything was fine.
“I agree that this was a bit of a drastic measure…” Optimus tried to talk with is old friend who flashed him a glare.
“Drastic is a nice understatement Optimus, what if we could have restored Cybertron? When would he have sent a message that by the way on Earth there are a number of sparklings hidden?” the medic growled while everyone held their distance.
“Uhm…what exactly is a sparkling?” Jack asked carefully.
“A sparkling is our equivalent for what you humans call a baby.” Ratchet answered while finishing of the scan.
“A baby?” Miko asked excitedly.
“Yes, I have now finished with the scans, everything is alright, but she will need someone whose biomes she can read and accept as a creator. We will see later on about an alt mode.” Ratchet said with a sight while Arcee stepped closer.
“The protoform is a femme?” she asked.
“Yes, according to the readings.” he told her.
“Then I will take her seeing that I’m the only femme in our group.” she stated while Ratchet led her servo to the base of the cube where the scanners could be found.
The three humans looked on curiously as the cube started to glow for a few seconds before a click could be heard, mixed with a hissing sound as the air tight lid opened, a few droplets of green geel glistering on the lid. They watched as Arcee gently reached out and took out a small robot from the cube, well small in the standard of their friends, seeing how she was at least twice Miko’s size. Ratchet was already there with a wet curtain, carefully cleaning down the remains of the nurturing fluid form the sparkling who looked around curiously with large, pale blue optics while the pink-blue paint of her frame was cleaned.
“She is soo cute!” come it from Miko, aptly summing up how most of the present ones felt.
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“So, you are telling me that there is a way to awaken a new Cybertron, but the key for that is still missing.” Megatron said carefully after getting the report from his TIC and CMO before continuing as they nodded. “You are also telling me that there are also other codes which in the end may lead to sparklings?” the last part sounded ridiculous to his audio sensors, but Soundwave was not one to joke around regards such matters.
“Yes my liege.” Knockout told Megatron who vented a frustrated sigh.
“As much I can’t see what had brought up this idea and how it would have been resolved if the other plan had worked out, but fine our numbers are small and the sparklings may be of good use. Knockout, Soundwave you are set on the task to monitor the database and making sure that everything is accomondatable for the sparklings and that they get paired to the correct adoptive creator.” Megatron ordered the two mech who nodded before leaving, alone again he put a servo on his crimson optics, venting a heavy sigh. “Sparklings… now that will be certainly a war we have never fought before Optimus, don’t you think?”
To be continued…
Chapter 3: Fathers and sons
Notes:
So as given note by the second chapter, the first part of this chapter will show the memory about which Illusion is reading out loud for the other sparklings so it is in the past while the second part plays in the present.
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It had been rather maddening with all of the decodings and races going on to get the sparklings. Megatron was anything, but pleased. They did all what was possible from their side to get first to the capsules hiding the protoforms, but naturally had those slagging Autobots luck on their side. They had already managed to get their servos on three of them and with their current decimalization in numbers was it getting harder to get even one of them.
When he finds Starscream he is going to make scrap metal out of him!
The SIC was sent out ten cycles ago to race against that wrecker to get one of the sparklings, but then he suddenly disappeared halfway to the destination and not even Soundwave could reach him. The only fragging thing they knew was through Knockout’s spark sensing that he was still alive.
Nothing more, nothing less and if he was already by the topic of disappearing commanders, where the frag was Soundwave!?
He was certainly frustrated by the whole situation when suddenly there was a notice from one of the Vehicons, informing him that Knockout was back at the med bay, with one of the capsules and his missing TIC. At least something went right today, but he refrained himself from speaking it out loud. Too many past incidents have teached him this, but he would be still demanding why Soundwave disappeared without informing him. Sure, the fact that he made the two of them spend more time together due to giving them the task to deciper the codes and make sure everything is in order for the sparklings, but still his oldest and only friend was acting strange and he was not ashamed to admit this.
Optimus had only at the start been something like one, but then… no he would not set his spark out for that again… Venting a frustrated sigh Megatron made a mental note in his processor that if this goes on will he ask Soundwave to strengthen that block he asked him to place on the true nature of his feelings regards Optimus. He could not afford to hope for something the other obviously would never want or even realize that in each of their fights when he looked at him like that, when he did not kill him how much he would have crushed him if not for Soundwave telepathically sealing away Megatron’s own feelings and hopes for something which was never meant to be.
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The hissing of the door opening brought Knockout out of his still stunned reverie and made him gaze upon his liege who on the other hand was looking at the capsule which Soundwave held securely cradled in his arms. It made his faceplate heat up a bit and his spark pulsed brightly which made the silent mech turn towards him, Knockout knowing that he had a soft smile on his lip plates behind his visor.
“Finally we made some progress.” Megatron stated as he looked over with a raised optic ridge at Soundwave, he wondered if the other desired to adopt the sparkling or it was a natural thing due to him having always treated his cassettes like his sparklings.
Their loss had been just as great too on Soundwave.
“Ye… yes my liege…” Knockout said in a slightly dazed tone which made Megatron wonder if he may have gotten injured and Soundwave who had monitored the fight over com had went to help. It was a plausible explaining to his audio receptors.
“The protoform’s status?” he inquired.
“Just finished the scans, he is in perfect health like the ones the Autobots managed to recover…” Megatron did not inquire how he knew that, he was sure due to him being a medic Optimus must have informed him about it to put his processors at ease. All medics had when taking their vows an algorithm programmed in them that they are not able to attack any Transformer who is sparked or has a small sparkling, the sparklings themselves included, it was during the earlier day of the war normal for medics of both fractions to give information to each other regards this, though as the war processed were less and less sparklings born out of preservation of resources.
“Good.” Megatron nodded when he suddenly saw Soundwave hold out the capsule to him, he understood the gesture, but had thought that his TIC might want to claim the sparkling.
Upon noticing the gesture Knockout walked up to the berth and helped Soundwave down, Megatron looked on in confusion before he was motioned over. The capsule was placed on the table and he was shown where to place his servo to load in a part of his data for the sparkling to put into his coding. Then come the soft his of the port opening and the medic took out a small sparkling with large red optics, his paint an intriguing mix of silver and violet which even fit to Megatron’s own paintjob. He watched his medic clean the small frame which kept his gaze on him, good even so small the sparkling was attentive and Megatron felt a strange feeling in his spark which he had not felt since endless vorns. When the tiny servos reached out towards him from the now clean sparkling he hesitated slightly before Knockout picked up the sparkling while Soundwave adjusted his old friend’s and leader’s arm before the small mech was placed into them which earned them all a pleased chirp as the little one snuggled against his new sire’s spark chamber. Enjoying the soft humming and warmth of the spark which for the first time since the intrusion pushed back the energy of the dark energon, not letting it reach the little life in their arms.
“He has certainly taken to you my liege and now to some basics about sparkling care.” Knockout spoke up before he suddenly halted and blushed again, which on the other hand finally pushed Megatron to ask what was happening.
“Did something occur during the fight?” he inquired to his fidgeting CMO when Soundwave suddenly walked between them, taking one of Megatron’s larger servos into his, - after showing him how to hold the sparkling securely in one arm -, and placed it on his spark chamber while with his other he held a still blushing Knockout’s servo. Megatron only stared at the dark violet mech for a few clicks in utter confusion before he suddenly realized the meaning of the gesture, mostly when he finally realized that Laserbeak’s engines were purring. “Yo… you… you are sparked…!?” he asked in utter shock as his optics fell on the pair of entwirled servos, the second clear messege.
“Uh… I… I have only found it out while on the mission my liege when Wave suddenly appeared and attacked the pair of wreckers coming at me.” Knockout tried to explain, his processor was still trying to process this all, at least was he not the only medic who got today an interesting revelation if the shocked yell Ratchet gave through the com had been any indication to go by.
“Are you two…” Megatron was trying to progress all of this as the sparkling in his arms chirped in curiosity, inquiring what was going on – he was soo glad that with him having his data be progressed by the sparkling, even if adopted he could understand him -, Soundwave was sparked and the sire is their CMO. Though given further thought to it, the combination of their coding could end with highly desired results and his son would certainly benefit from a strong and reliable commander at his side, he sure did with Soundwave.
“Uh…” Knockout was a bit loss of words, he was not sure how Megatron would react to this now that he knew everything Soundwave did, but feeling the other reach out to him and the tightening of the servo holding his calmed his spark a bit.
“Confirmation: Knockout, Soundwave’s bonded and sire to his sparkling.” Soundwave replied and Megatron had a good guess that his friend was blushing under his visor which surprised him, but was also pleasant information. Soundwave was slowly opening up after all of the vorns he was forced to live in hiding, constantly alert when others would discover what he was and hunt him down like they did to his creators and other kindred.
“Meaning you will be put on carrier duty after the sparkling is born and your programming for protection has not calmed down.” Megatron said, he was sure that neither of them needed to be told that he was essentially also ordering his CMO to take good care about the TIC and their sparkling. “At least we have it over the Autobots that we will soon have a sparkling naturally born to two member of our fraction.” he said when noting the sheepish look Knockout was giving him.
“Actually my liege, after Soundwave got there and no pun intended wrecked the two Wreckers he also kind of noted another thing…” the red sport’s car started.
“Yes?”
“Seems as if Ratchet’s bonding with their femme had some results about which Wave informed them…” he finished while Megatron kept on staring at him.
“What is it with the medics ending up starting the reproduction’s circle?” he asked rhetorically while Knockout blushed, which got worse when Soundwave leaned against him and placed the medic’s arm around his slimmer waist to be able to get more closer to his bonded.
It had been the high chirp which brought everyone’s attention to the sparkling still in Megatron’s arms who was giving them all and impatient look.
“Seems as if he is perfectly yours my liege and you probably should give in to his demand to know what is going on, but in the barest way and in far lines for him to understand.” Knockout instructed while Megatron had a starring match with his son. “You also should give him a designation.”
“I already have one.” Megatron said as the sparkling finally looked away to look at the pretty mech beside the red one who brought him here, trying to listen to the faint voice which sounded amused.
“And what did you have in mind, I need to know to put it on his registry.” Knockout said as he picked up a half filled datapad and put in Megatron’s name as the sire.
“I decided to name my heir Neoblaze.” Megatron said grinning down at his son who gave out an approving sound after getting a notice from the voice to turn to his sire.
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The sun was blazing down at the high mountain range, one of the few natural occurrences the planet possessed before her transformation, as were the two moons, one faint blue the other silver. A large, reptile like shape was laying atop one of the cliffs, basking its metallic body in the warmth, then as much as Predaking did not mind his alt mode which made him much more like his allies and beloved, but he still was more used to his true form. Draping his tail over his eyes was he suddenly alerted by the sound of flapping wings which neared his position, taking a quick sniff in the small breeze he could easily note that it was his young he had found and adopted while searching for a new home with Skylynx and Darksteel following him after they had fully accepted his dominance as the alpha of their clan.
“Grou nwrous murr?”/’Father, am I disturbing you?’ he heard the familiar tone as a large form landed not far from his position, but not close enough to get into his personal field, showing respect. Raising his head looked Predaking over at the smaller dragon like creature with ebony black and crimson colouring, his wings folded tightly on his back, tail close to the ground, head slightly bowed as both a show of submission to his alpha, but also familiarity to a parent.
“Grrruuuu mrawww nwrou.”/’No, little one, come here.’ he replied and lifted a wing as invitation.
Doomclaw let out an eager noise as he bound over to his father and laid down beside the larger Predakon who placed his wing around him, - like a blanket -, a gesture he still clearly remembered from the times he had been small.
“Wrouuu mmrrroowww?”/’Where is my brother?’ Doomclaw asked after a few clicks, he was kind of nervous to inquire the true ground why he seeked out his father, it was a bit embarrassing.
“Nnnruuuw gggrrroouuu nmrow mmmrrr.”/’With his bearer, though something tells me that this is not the ground you are here.’ Predaking watched his young drop his head and hide it under his talloned front legs which made him let out a rumbling chuckle, he could certainly guess why he was here, he waited patiently as his son calmed down enough to raise his head again, his eyes showing despair.
“Wrouu mmrrroo nrowwww, graw nnrrouu wwwrrraaa ggggrrrrooouu nuwww, ssskkkriii nnrrrouwww, mmrraww nnrrowww.”/’I just don’t get it, Shadowsound is the perfect mate; strong, intelligent, beautiful and a good mother to his young, but no matter how I try to gain his attention it does not work.’ Doom finally explained his frustration. Predaking listened carefully while nodding.
“Wwrrrrooowww, ggrrrr arrwww gggrrooww, nnrruuuuooww mrroooww mmuuuurrrr. Mmrrroooww grrrooo mruuuwww wwrou.”/’The Hunter’s young is not one you can dominate, he will never lose his dominance, just like the one bearing him. The Medic who had sired him with the Hunter gained him so that he did not try breaking him, allowing him to show submission only when he so desires, but never trying to break him.’ he told his young before leaning down and gently licking over the crest of his horns.
Doomlcaw perked up at this while his father was still grooming him, now that he remembered he never saw Shadowsound’s father try showing his dominance over his mother, all acts of submission come from the Hunter. He really should have paid more attention to that, but he was either always too busy trying to gain the favour of the beautiful, young Hunter with those crimson optics and deep violet frame which seemed to carry a tint of crimson in it if the light hit it in a certain way, or he focused on his rival who had sired his choosen’s youngling, but they never bonded and it did not seem as if Shadowsound planned to reciprocate whatever disastrous relationship they had.
“Nnruuuww grrrrr.”/’I was kind of busy to notice.’ he admitted sheepishly at which his father let out again a laugh.
“Ggggrrrooouuu mrrroooww mrrrrr nnnrrroouuuww ggrrrrrr”/’You remember I kind of did the same mistakes while courting my beloved and needed the Medic’s advice about how to proceed.’ he reminded his youngling, after that talk with the red mech he realized his errors, mostly why his beloved stared at him in complet confusion and bewilderment when he caught that cyberhorse and brought him the prey as a tribute of his affection and got beside the look only and awkward pat on the nose and a small praise for his catch before he was left alone in the hall of the laboratory.
“Wwrrrroouu mrrrrr rrruww ggrrooow.”/’I remember your frustration that your tributes of affection were all turned down by mother.’ Doomclaw replied with a tint of amusement to his tone, normally he would not amuse himself over his alpha’s past dismay, but as his young who was in a similar situation he was allowed, his amusement only growing when a tail tip flicked his nose.
“Ggrrrrr mrrrouuww nnrrruuuuowww”/’Now you see, have patience my son and you will gain what you seek.’ Predaking told his son who nodded his head before snuggling closer to the larger body, molten gold coloured optics closing for a short recharge in the warm light while his father looked up at the blue sky, his thought taking him back to the pleasant memory when his beloved finally understood his desires.
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Shockwave stared in shock at his creation who stood before him, towering even over his large form as he tried to progress a logical way about how to react to the declaration he had just received.
Till now he come up blank.
“You desire exactly what?” was the question he could finally get out and he knew that this could have been phrased more intellectually, but all of his circuits, processor and voice box had decided to put in a strike.
“I told you, I desire for you to be my mate, for us to be the dominant pair of my clan.” Predaking repeated as he took a step closer to the dark blue scientist who was still frozen in place. “You have everything I wished for in my perfect counterpart, this was why I brought my clan to Cybertron, no matter the reasons for our departure, I could not manage to forget you.” he told the other, taking another step closer, he tried to keep in mind what the Hunter’s mate had told him about his beloved not being well versed in the act of being courted which he could not understand, but also relished the fact that there would be no rivals he would need to fight to prowe his worth at the better partner for creating offsprings.
“Predaking, you may be confusing your feelings regards me as a creator.” Shockwave reasoned, he felt embarrassed and also a different feeling he would need to analyse for he was sure that he had never felt it before, but he was sure that he had witnessed it on occasions, but gave not much notice to it for it having seemed trivial at that time.
“You are mistaken” Predaking told Shockwave in a purring tone as he pulled the mech against his chest plate, leaning close to his audio receptors before continuing in a much deeper tone. “I would never wish to mark and claim my parent as my beloved or desire them to bear my young.” he said to the frozen down mech before biting down at the visible cabling of Shockwave’s neck who let out a surprised sound of pleasure at the sudden feeling.
It was not a problem that his chosen was still unsure, he would be doing everything, as the Medic told him to ‘appeal to his logic’ and he would certainly succeed. Already he was on a good path when he felt his chosen mate lean into his embrace, frame trembling, but not in fear. Yes, he was on the best way to claim his mate and mark him as his.
To be continued…
Chapter 4: My Sassy Gay-ish Evil Giant Robot Friend
Notes:
Well, this chapter got kind of inspired by a prompt I found on tfanonkink and decided to both add to my prompts to-do list, but also do it right away.
Original request:
REQ: Any - Starscream - sex talk
So I was just watching some Sassy Gay Friend and between that and Starscream's legions of gay-robot-porn-writing fangirls, I now really want to see something both cracky and smutty when Starscream somehow ends up some human female's Sassy Gay-ish Evil Giant Robot Friend, resulting in sex talk. Canon or OC character is fine, as for how they get to know each other.. I dunno, maybe she's one of the Autobot allies and Screamer has been captured and is lowering himself to talk to her out of boredom or as part of some escape plan? Or she's being held captive by the Decepticons for some reason? Internationally renowned shoe designer who really digs Screamer's killer heels? I was kind of joking with the last one, but if anyone wants to roll with it..
Anyway, weird and snarky not-quite-friendship results with sex discussion (explicit, this being the kink meme and all). I can imagine Starscream being revolted yet curious about human relations, maybe the same for her and robot sex. Maybe they try to gross each other out, maybe they get turned on, maybe they discuss best and worst sexual experiences and weird fetishes, maybe they watch porn together, maybe they end up bawwing about their shitty relationships. Hope this is OK given that there's no smutty occurrences happening 'onscreen' (though if anyone wants to fill and manages to work actual sexings in, shit, go for it)
Chapter Text
Special Agent Caitlin Evangeline Fowler leaned back behind her desk with a groan while pinching the bridge of her nose. It was only ten in the noon which meant that if nothing comes up she would be forced to stay in her office till seven in the evening. She dearly hoped for Monika that she has the best fuck of her life on that date, because of which she convinced her to jump in for her on her free day, or she would be sorry. It was not that Cait hated her job, she had always admired her uncle Bill, - he and her father had been her heroes - and this was why she wanted to become an agent like her uncle.
Much to the dismay of her father who found the job dangerous, but what work wasn’t?
She liked her job, mostly that it had given her the chance to get a number of rather unusual friends, much to even the shock of her uncle. She smirked at the memory of his shocked expression while touching the purple medallion on the black dog-collar type necklace around her neck. Well, it was not as if she had planned the whole thing, she just happened to run into them on almost all of her missions and got a number of more pleasant interactions with them then her uncle did. Sighing again as she glanced at the clock which moved in her option too slow she finally turned back to the sheets of paper on her desk. Sometimes she wondered if the men who were put under her had ever heard about how to form sentences and to pick out what is relevant in a report and what not. At least was that stuck up idiot Stainer not in today to go on her nerves, it was frustrating that some people were the option that she only got in due to her uncle and him being the liaison between the Transformers and earth, though only few knew this. Most of the time she shrugged those bad tongues off, she also suggested the same to Jack, though she never complained if one of her “rides” decided to step in for her. That one time when Firehide pointed his flamethrower right in front of Stainer’s nose had been hilarious! She really needed to find out if someone taped it or she will ask Shade to read it out of her mind and record it. The only thing she will need to do was to not squirm and she would not end up like that MECH guy in the asylum who got all hysteric and loud when her ipod accidentally fell on the table during an interrogation.
Though luck, he had been told to keep still so it was his own fault for not listening.
Then her phone rung… and it seemed as if some outside her office got quiet the scare, not her fault that Megatron yelling got easily ones attention.
“Hello, here is Agent Fowler stuck in the hell of boredom.” she answered in a cheery tone.
”Hay Cait, I know that you are miffed with me for snuffing your free day. ” she heard Monika’s apologetic voice from the other side of the line.
“You better be and I hope for you that the guy is worth it.” she answered back, mostly after having listened to her friend’s rant about her new flame almost 24/7.
”Of course, you should see him in the gym all swe…” here Cait cleared her throat, she already heard that one too often and her friend only concentrated on certain details, you only need to show her a buff, half-naked guy.
“Mon, I have heard enough stories about sweaty, rippling muscles for quite a while.” she replied, there was only so many times that a girl gets swayed by the charm of muscled guys with no brains. “Anyway, you will be paying me back and that tenfold if your date ends up being a fail.” she told her friend.
”I got it.” come the reply.
“By the way, why did you call me?” Cait suddenly remembered, though she let out the ‘you also gave some colleagues a heart attack’ comment.
”Well, Trent called me that his roommate is back and asked me if I had a hot friend…” Cait narrowed her eyes at her phone.
“Monika” she said in a dangerous tone, according to her uncle had she spent too much time around Cons for it to have become like this.
”Come on, I saw a picture about him and he is really good looking, you will have fun. Maybe you could put on that sexy red dress you got for your class reunion? We will see each other at nine, I will come and pick you up, bye.” and the line went dead.
“If my memory serves me right I left that party after ten minutes and Shade took me out of there.” she groaned before taking down her medallion. “If it depends on me Monika, you will have to deal with getting a ride from me and if that guy turns out like some of my other blind date experiences will I be getting out of there sooner than you can say ‘sexy’.” she said huffing while brushing her finger to the left side of her medallion to let it grow, revealing buttons worked into the symbol.
She would be first trying to contact Shade, if not possible she will try the others and later on have a chat with Starscream about how a new of her blind dates failed. She was certain that her uncle would freak out if he ever found out that she had spent once almost two hours talking with the Air Commander about sex. Not that it had been planned…
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Flashback
Cait sat patiently on the spot Shade had placed her after bringing her to the Nemesis, as strange as this sounds it had been an order from the shrink to whom she was forced to go after her “incident” which landed her for almost two months in hospital and just as much time in rehab to manage using her legs and hands, not that the bandage allows much, though still more than the gips. She was slightly bored, the ship looked great and all, but Shade went to look after Lightning who similar to her seemed to have some lingering effects from that what she did not wish to remember… excluding the metallic bitch begging for mercy and then her end, that she wanted to remember and it was technically which kept her sane in her nightmares.
“Had she at least been a good fuck, for I can’t see anyone going after her for her loving personality.” Cait asked from the position beside the sulking Seeker, well she was bored.
“And what makes you think I will start a discussion with you about this?” come the annoyed reply which made her shrug.
“Well, people like talking about things to distract themselves from bad things and I got that you really love your kid, you took him away from that heap of scrap metal right after he was born though Shade mentioned that for a Transformer to be able to get sparked you need to either have some liking for your partner or at least some trust.” she continued, blue eyes on the silver and red mech who groaned again and slightly dropped his wings. There was something cute to that how they acted in sync with his emotions.
“I can’t say that she had not counted as attractive, from afar at least her personality is the last and before you ask she was in heat.” Starscream said, not even understanding why he would be answering the mortal femme, but she had gone through the same with his son so he felt slightly obliged to at least set things clear.
“Transformers have something like heat?” Cait asked in surprise, sure these guys were sentient, but still the metallic equivalent of organic things.
“Some types, like the Predakons, beast former types and Insecticons to which later she belonged to.” it felt nice talking about her in the past tense and knowing that she would never come back.
“Ah, so you kind of ended up having a non-con or dubcon situation with her?” she asked in a slight morbid fascination.
“What the slag are those terms?” Starscream asked in confusion.
“Basically, non-con means rape, you know forcing someone for sex or as you guys say interfacing and dubcon is when you are forced into the act, but along the way start enjoying it and are fine with it.” she told the Seeker who looked thoughtful.
“I’m not sure, you see during heat is the one experiencing it fully ruled by their creator protocols, meaning they need to interface and create a sparkling while if the partner encountering them gets easily overwhelmed by the pheromone-gases which activate their creator protocols.”
“So it was as if both of you would have been drugged up and had a borderline non/dub-con combination.” Cait summed up.
“Yeah, made it easier to ignore the fact to be bound by her web.” Starscream shrugged, it had been probably good that he had been tied up when his system cleared from the gas or he would have bolted when remembering what he had done. He would have never forgiven himself if he would have left his son by that daughter of a glitch.
“Bondage?” Cait asked in surprise.
“It is kind of a normal thing by Insecticons during interface.” come the matter of fact tone.
“Oookkkeeeyyy, so a whole race doing bondage… well it is not as if there would not be some clubs for fetishes.” who knew that Transformers had also some liking for kinks and for them it was actually a natural thing unlike for humans by whom a large number would be disapproving by it.
Darwin and Fraud would be shocked.
“Fetishes?” Starscream heard himself ask while carefully holding out his servo for the human femme to pull herself into it before placing her on his lap, this slightly took care about the height difference.
“Well this is what people call things which are not in the normal range of sex, beside other things they call sexual taboos.” she made a small summing up.
“Sexual taboo?”
“Yes, things a number of people don’t look at with good eyes, like the fact that Transformers are perfectly fine with interfacing others who have the same gender as them, but here two guys and girls in an intimate relationship are not seen favourably. An idiotical view in my option seeing that is no one’s case if it is not them in the relationship.” she scoffed, she had never understood the problem some have against same sex relationships, if the pair was happy together then who cared? Not that many hetero relationships were oh so perfect and beautiful. “Though, human men can’t get pregnant, but I’m pretty sure a number of them would be happy if that would be possible.” she added in as an afterthought.
“That had probably to do that we may have a distinguishing of mechs and femmes, but that is only partially in the looks of our frames” Cait could get the partially, mostly if she took a look down at the side to get a glance on the heels the Seeker was wearing, she could also not say much regards his legs. “Ignoring that and the tone frequency of our voice boxes are we fully the same regards creation’s protocols and equipment.” here she needed to look up at the Seeker, progressing the situation, oooohhh, her uncle would be fainting if he ever finds out.
“Soo in a way are you reproductive shemales?” she asked.
“Shemale?”
“Women who were not only born with a vagina, but also a penis, though they can’t reproduce with it.” she shrugged.
“Aha, yes both mech and femmes do possess a valve and a spike.” Starscream explained, normally he would feel a tint of embarrassment for discussing such things with another life form, but at the moment he did not care.
“Ok, though how is that built up actually seeing how yes by humans it is built up by tissues, flesh and such, but you guys are not organic.” she was never too much into biology, but at the moment she was trying to explain organic things to a not organic being. This would have made classes so much more interesting.
“Well, it is not that I had paid too much attention to cyberbiology, but the cord is made up by a bit of softer metal mesh which is matching in coloration to our paint job regards upper and lower coloration and a few energon lines. Though there are a few whose spikes are ridged by rings.” there was an audible clang in the background as if something had fallen to the ground combined with a small noise, but neither drifted away from their conversation. “The valve is a bit farther down under the spike and is made up from a mix of rubber mesh and close behind the lips a few cables, inside the valve there are several sensory nods which get activated when stimulated…” he trailed off.
“And what do you use for lubrication? I mean due to there being sensory nods in it unlike in the human vagina.”
“Usually when it comes to interfacing our valve automatically produces transfluids to make the entering of the spike easier.” Starscream shrugged though Cait could note a small tint of colour on his silver cheek plates.
“Great for you, I’m jealous, sure the vagina has also a self-lubricating function, but not to that degree that no additional lubrication is needed or other preparations before entering.” Cait explained before asking her new question, hey when can you talk about such things with a several feet tall, sentient robot. “If your valve does a generous amount of self-lubrication that means that you guys leave out things like cunilinguss or rimming right?” when she saw the blank look on his faceplates she decided to give the shortest explaining. “Eating each other’s valve out or licking along the opening?” now he seemed to get it.
“Actually, that is something Cybertronians who have flight prefer to do.” Starscream explained, squirming a little bit as Cait stared up at him, her mind supplying a good number of pictures about flying Transformers in the 69 position. Should she worry about the fact that she found the images hot?
“So, you can do this also mid flight?” she asked before being able to stop herself.
“Uhh… yes, it was kind of an extra thrill and heightened the pleasure.” he answered, this was why he was so frustrated because of the whole thing with Airachnid.
“Though what do you do if your picked partner does not have flight?”
“That only happened rarely that a flyer would pick a grounder, but if that should be the case we make sure that our partner does not fall down and also don’t fly so high.” Cait nodded her head.
“Are there other such norms by types I mean we humans have a number of fetishes, like domination of submission” looking up at the Seeker and catching his optics was she sure that they were both thinking about Megatron at this moment “voyeurism by which you get aroused while watching others going at it.”
“After what I have heard that had been a normal occurrence in Kaon one of the old Decepticon controlled cities.”
“Was this not the place where Shade’s carrier and Megatron were gladiators?” again they ignored the small hitch then the small relieved venting from behind them.
“Yes and in the Pits of the Arena there had been some fights at whichs end the winner needed to interface with the looser.” Starscream said with a small shudder, there was a ground why Seekers rarely visited those parts of Kaon or why there had been no Seeker type gladiators.
“Uhum, good then that the two gladiators we know were elite.” she did not condemn the rape thing though was it essentially rape if both participants knew what would happen in the end? She would think about this later on or talk with Shade.
“Yes” was it only her or did her really sound fully relieved and a bit happy?
“So back to another topic then this, though there may have been similar things happening in the Roman gladiator arenas, but I don’t need to wonder if this whole thing with Cybertron and Earth being connected by your God and Devil thing is taken to the forefront. As said there are a big number of fetishes I think you would be rather fawned upon by foot fetishists.” she said smirking to the mech whose wings gave a small twitch which made her think about small birds which was cute. “Then there is role playing, not much to elaborate about that, threesomes or orgies” here she looked again up at the Seeker curiously.
“Uh, Insecticons and Constructicons normally do the later more often, mostly if by the former category the heath comes up and well by Seekers there were often Trines made and it was not unusual that some Trines made it a habit to interface with each other instead seeking out other partners.” Cait nodded her head at the answer.
“Ok, these were some of the normal ones, but there are more of those who seem weird to most, like forniphilia which is basically people getting turned on by others who act as a furniture.” here Starscream stuttered his optics.
“Excuse me?” he asked.
“I know, I had once a date with a guy who asked me if I could play the role of a reading lamp and as much as understanding I am to stand there beside the chair while having a lamp head on me with a lightbulb and a chain in my mouth while he is playing with himself… I was in two minutes out there after he finished explaining what he wanted me to do.”
“Most would.” he really did not get some of these fleshies.
“Yeah and till now I did not mind a slight bondage, like with cuffs and such, but after that experience with your ex I’m leaving those out in the future.” the Seeker nodded, he would probably to if due to his nature he would have already hated restrains.
“Symorophilia is also a weird one, it is basically someone finding it hot to witness or stage disasters.”
“I think Tarn would have been going for that one, as well as according to the rumours not leaving of the corpses of his victims.” Starscream said with a grimace, that guy was a creep.
“Ugh… so he was also into necrophilia…” Cait grimaced in answer, she heard from Jack and Miko about the zombie con running around in the Shadowzone and Shade told her about the energon sucking terracon accident on the ship which his sire and the one she was talking to had caused by accident.
“Ugh… some fleshies do that too?” Starscream asked in a high tone while there was a faint whimper this time from the other side of the room.
“Yeah, there had even been a German movie with the title Necromantic… believe me you don’t want to know.” she could have drowned her college roommate into her popcorn bowl when the scene with the rotting corpse in bed come up. The whimper could be heard again.
“I will certainly leave that one out…”
“It is for the better, so yes these are two more down though just as creepy as necrophilia is ederacinism” when she heard about this she though that someone was making a sick joke. “There are people who get aroused by the thought of tearing their own penis of or it being torn of by someone or something else.” this time there was deep silence for a few minutes before Starscream spoke up in a disbelieving tone.
“Who find that in any way hot?” he screeched in disbelief, no Cybertonian would be interested in such an act if not to show the deepest and outmost cruelty towards a victim they wished to torture, the spikes were extremely sensitive due to their inner cablings, tearing it out…
“Yeah… creepy and disturbing though some would enjoy it if paedophiles would develop this, those people are basically the ones who feel sexual urges toward rather young children.” this earned her a pair of growls.
“During the war for Cybertron many cruelties were done, but never would anyone may they be Decepticon or Autobot dare to interface with a sparkling.” the SIC growled, Megatron had made it clear during the war anyone committing such a forsaken act would be executed in a matter of seconds, no matter what rank they bore.
“Good to know about your moral lines in that case.” Cait replied and this was the truth, people tended to forget themselves sadly too often, mostly during wartimes, she would hate to see the deviancy in a war which lasts for millennia. “Formichophilia, I think we should leave this seeing how it involves insects and we both had enough of that.” a shudder which for her was like sitting on a washing machine was her answer. “Vorarephilia… why do I even remember so many of these? Uh yes it is about being eaten whole… yes, we should drop this too, though it is good that you guys are government secret or you would have a number of those after you.” Starscream flinched, he was also glad bout this, beside that MECH did not have any of those weirdoes in it. “Though you guys may also need to look out for mechaphilians, they have the sexual hots for cars and machines.” she ignored the hitches in the room.
“Ugh… so this was what that mechanic on that air base was planning to do to me before he was called away by his colleague!?” the Seeker asked in horror as he tried to forget the memory of that human stroking over his side plating and wings.
He was feeling close to purging his system…
“Uh… probably can you later give me which base? I would like to not sit in a vehicle which was shortly before defiled by someone who should have kept it in good condition.” Cait said with a shudder while patting the clawed hand sympathically. “So anyway this was something one of my past dates suggested as an experiment, it was not a long lived date for I will not lick a person’s eyeballs.” she replied defiantly “Beside it being a hassle to get to them, they are extremely easily damagable.”
“Aha, I once had in my academy years dated a mech who was into being covered from helm to peddles in transfluids, it was well…” he squirmed, not that it was not arousing, but only till he was the one covered with all that transfluid and needed to spend almost four joors to get cleaned up and then coming too late for class and trying to find a way to explain to the lecturer why he was late.
“Uh…bukkake? How long did that relationship last?”
“Not long, mostly after having had enough to be forced to spend several joors cleaning myself up, you don’t know how embarrassing it is when you find out that you have missed some spots and everyone else could see what you did last night…” he answered her in embarrassment.
“Poor you.” she told him while patting his servo again. “Though this kind of reminds me on the guy I once dated in college who had a fetish for menophila, he always wanted to sleep with me when I had my menstruation which was a bit disturbing and annoying. Right, you guys probably don’t have that, but we human females have once every month a few days where they menstruate, in other words bleeding, it kind of shows that we are fertile and in those times women feel bloated, have cramps and are not in the best mood.”
“You are correct, we don’t have that and I don’t know what that guy must have been thinking.” he agreed with her.
“Yeah, this is at least better than the one where people get aroused by vomit or seeing people vomiting…” Starscream also did not get how one could find purging arousing. “At least are Furries not that bad, people dress up as large plush animals and well it is partially a better equivalent compared to bestiality which is basically sleeping with animals.”
“Do beast formers count?” Starscream asked curiously.
“Uh, if they are actually Transformers whose alt-mode is an animal then I’m not sure that this if it does count as that.” she was really not sure about how to answer this one so she went with both answers. “Ok, here is another one do you guys have Anasteemaphilia? It is basically arousal regards a person with extreme statue, either someone rather tall or small.”
“Yeah, most Transformers do tend to feel desire towards mech with stronger builds like Lord Megatron, Prime, even Dreadwing and Skyquake did count as pretty desirable…” he would not think about the fact that the later two had also piqued his interest, but the later rejected him in every way when he did not accept joining him and his twin-spark fell out due to him not liking him or even glancing his way…
“Wow, then good that they are not human, my friend and co-worker Monica has the hots for muscled men, mostly if they are all sweaty from working out.” she told the nodding Seeker. “There is also masochism which is for experiencing pain.” Starscream wondered if he would have that fetish then he would have all those times their liege beat him into a scrapheap gotten a heavenly number of overloads. “The counterpart of that is Sadism which is for inflicting pain.” and this sounded like their liege’s favorite fetish.
“Yeah, this only explains that you humans tend to be weird in many cases.” he told the female agent.
“Yeah, that is certain though you have also fetishes which are normal in your coding.”
“There is also the fact that most types have also additional preferences, by us Seekers are our wings rather sensitive during interfacing, by others they like the attention to their antenna or feelers.” there was again a new clang of a falling object and a hitch.
“Aha.” she replied with a small blush on her cheeks, Shade had at least eight of those.
“Yeah, dated once of those who used their feelers for more then date transmissions, it was not even so bad…” Starscream said as he remembered the exquisite feeling of not only a spike in his valve, rubbing so wonderfully against his sensory nodes, but also having a feeler pushing inside, stretching him even further while his partner nipped at the seams of his wings and a strong servo pumping his throbbing spike.
“Starscream?” Cait decided to get the spaced out mech’s attention due to the metal she was sitting on having gotten warmer.
“Wa… ah sorry, well then we broke up after graduation we went to different places to work.” he said in a mournful tone, he did not even know if Skytwister made it through the war or not, leave alone which fraction he had taken.
“Yeah, those break ups tend to be upsetting as I have heard, my relationships tend to not hold rather long. Either I get a guy with strange fetishes like the one who wanted me to play a lamp and the one who only found me to be the best woman around when I was PMSing or they try to control me with their macho ego.” she said huffing. “Only because I’m a woman does not mean that I have no right to work as a Special Agent.”
“There are a few whose protocols make them seek out such partners, but most don’t.” Starscream informed her at which she nodded her head in understanding.
“You do remember the whole Trine thing, had you been also a part of one?”
“Yes and no we were not one of those who constantly interfaced with each other, I never had trouble getting partners, the same going for my Trinemates.” she nodded. “Though there still had threesomes…” he trailed of.
“For the sandwich?”
“There is in a way not much against feeling your valve spread by two spikes…” Starscream trailed of again as his processor brought up a number of pleasant memories.
“I had not tried that till now, but it must be nice, mostly if both guys are well hung and…”
“THAT’S IT!” come suddenly the annoyed yell from behind them. Turning around they were faced with a fuming medic whose face plating looked suspiciously like the same colour as his paintjob. “This is the medical bay and not the common room or even your berth rooms, take this conversation there before I com Soundwave to get in here and put you out of here.” Knockout was not prude regards such things, but he still found the thought of fleshies interfacing disturbing though given other parts of the talk… he was starting to feel his cassis heat up and he had still several joors till he is free from his shift after which he will probably grab Wave, drag him into their berth room and frag him into said berth.
End Flashback
To be continued…
Chapter 5: A new course of things
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“Well, they certainly found it over the top to hide sparklings on Earth without anyone knowing, beside Trion’s namesake.” Starcrosser noted while looking over at her friend who had a slightly annoyed look on her faceplate. She certainly looked like her sire when doing that.
“That is an understatement and it is a relief that they given the circulates under which they were on Earth that our siblings turned out the way they had and don’t regret their sparkling hood.” Illusion stated, she had visited the Nemesis, which was now placed securely in a hangar – one of the first buildings on New Cybertron -, and it must have been way different growing up on a warship then the nice and well lit home her creators now had.
“I kno… what is with you three?” Ser asked when she felt the three sparklings start squirming and chrip, click in excitement.
Turning around were all five of them greeted by the sight of a tall mech with a red, blue and silver paintjob, a warm smile on his lip plates, one silver had on his hip as blue optics looked at them.
“Orion!” the two femmes said in surprise as both Trion and Stellar broke free with a triumphant click and hurried over to their brother who kneeled down to scoop up the pair.
“Sorry for the disturbance kids, I actually come to pick you all up to do a bit of a picnic when I heard voices from here.” he told them in an amused voice before raising an optic ridge. “Shouldn’t you be in Shockwave’s office?” he asked the blushing pair, it was in a way fun to see Sion blushing, Shade rarely did that and when he did it was a good number of times paired with and annoyed glare or you had two nanoclicks to run before he attacks.
“Well… we were there, but then these three got bored and run of and we ended up here and decided to read to pass the time.” Illusion explained to the older mech who nodded his head with a small laugh.
“Sounds familiar, we also got into quiet a bit of trouble for running of when bored, your brother had been on a number of times ready to strangle everyone when these adventures got too rough. Probably good for us that he had seen Neo already then as his master and thus could be stopped.” Orion added in as an afterthought, Shade was not someone he would have liked to fight in an all out battle, mostly after seeing the video feed about what he did with Airachnid. Though she perfectly deserved what she got in the end.
“We can imagine.” Starcrosser said while glancing at her friend, she was less of an Assassin type then her carrier and brother so it was not sure if she would pick a master or not.
“So, we can go now, but before that we should inform Shockwave about this.” Orion suggested as the last three of the sparklings also headed into his direction.
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Knockout watched on the screen as the door closed before turning to Shockwave as the scientist turned back to him.
“Well, seems as if now you will not need to worry about the sparklings getting bored on their own.” he said to the other mech who nodded his helm in agreement.
”That is true and I also thank you for your time Knockout.”
“That was not a problem Shockwave.” Knockout replied as the communication was cut.
Turning away from the screen and stretching his limbs made the Decepticon CMO his way out of his office with a datapad in his servos. It was as he had told Shockwave a mostly eventless day so it was not needed for all nine of them to be in the hospital. A new yelp told him that Wheeljack was still getting put back together by Ratchet who beside the treatment was also giving him a chewing out which’s effect naturally would only last till the Wrecker was out of the entrance doors.
He had just rounded one of the corners before almost smacking into a large, gray-golden body. Stopping just in time he gave an annoyed look to the offender.
“What were the rules regards not being in alt-mode inside the hospital, except if you happen to be a predacon or written out for an alt-mode examination.” he said in a firm tone.
“Me Sludge sorry, Sludge looking for mama, need talking.” the large brontosaurus like bot told the sprot’s car who tried not to show his amusement.
“He is currently taking care about your father, fifth examination room to your left as you go down the hall.” he told the dinobot who nodded and made his way to where he had pointed.
Since the ship of Rodimus had found them and it turned out that he had the dinobots with him had the six decided to refer to the two mech who had made them as their creators much to the shock of said pair, mostly after Ratchet got the title of carrier. Then Miko teached them the earth equaliement for creators and things went downhill with Ratchet looking ready to hurt a panicked Wheeljack while Shiftwheel and Speeder found the whole things not funny, the only ones who actually got a laugh about this were probably Arcee and the twins.
”Mama, me Sludge want to talk to mama. Mama talk to me Sludge after healing papa?” he suddenly heard Sludge’s voice.
There was some silence before he heard a new yelp from said ‘papa’ and then Ratchet said something in a much smoother voice, probably an agreement.
“Well, thins seem to have taken up an interesting course since we had found that letter in the Iacon database.” Knockout mushed to himself as he looked out on the large window as the sun glistered over their city.
Yes things had gotten a new course, and finally for the better.
To be continued…
Chapter 6: Memory lane
Notes:
Ok, got myself back to also continue this because I hope that so I can stop the mumation, mostly after having also started a To-be-in list with notes (some prompts included from which a future one is hinted here)... this story may go on for a while as it seems already...
P.S.: also here you have some more of my different theories
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Optimus gazed out of the large window of the Citadel, his blue optics swiping over the glistering city. It was not Iacon and would never be for neither of them desired to repeat the mistakes of the past. When the constructions were started under Bulkhead’s leading Nurse Darby had suggested that each of their Cybertronian friends should take part in the planning, she did that mostly due to the fact that when the planet was cyberformed their friends asked Primus to let parts of the planet organic so that their human friends -plus the ocassional visitors from Reptilion - would also feel at home when they visit. Her idea had been welcome and their city now carried several familiar constructions from their home, several long streets sneaked around the buildings giving the chance for max speed utilization, the Academy was standing proudly again, Shockwave, Starscream, Ratchet, Ultra Magnus and Knockout had all gotten even the smallest data out of their memory banks to set everything up. Wheeljack was still shuddering at the memory how often he got glared at by the medics when the hospital had been established. The Nemesis as well as both the Jackhammer and Magnus’s ships were placed in a large hangar in the outskirts of the city, they had kind of all taken on living on the former ship till the houses were built, one part for them the other accomondable for the humans. In the west they partially managed with the intense work from Shockwave and Steelcrush to restore the crystal gardens while all around the city and mostly in the western part outside of it they had rebuilt the Silver-towers of Vos, much to Starscream’s satisfaction. There were also several parks inside the city with mostly organic plants and a few mechanical ones, in the eastern part a racing arena got establisihed with several obstacles hiding in it for those who liked seeping, it was not hard to guess which members of the two groups preffered to use the tracks. It was decided that they would also build a gladiator arena, if not for much else then for the fact that some of the training fights between the two ex-gladiators looked interesting and both Smokescreen, Bumblebee and a number of the younger ones wanted to learn some of the moves.
They had decided against building a library and transferred the data to the inner library to the University and another bout of data to the Citadel which was in the hearth of the city and serving as their place of command and rule. Bulkhead and the Vehicons working as his team had outdone themselves, the tower in itself was gleaming white, on the entrance doors was a picture about Cybertron with the Matrix of Leadership placed above it while the symbols of the three fractions were placed beside and under the image of their own home planet. In the outside walls was a ramp hidden which would wrap around the tower like a snake and would lead up to the top and inside through a large window which had a second ramp for aerial entering, but when one chooses to walk inside there is a long, winding stairwell flanked by soils carved with the image of earth-climbing plants and several stained-glass windows all deciphering events from Cybertron’s history beginning from the start till to close to recent times if one walks to the top. Though before that in the middle of the tower one can find the offices of those working for both the Prime and Lord High Protector, meaning their SICs and their assistants and some Vehicons who served as guards, some storage rooms, the main communication’s centre and the second archive. On the very top of the Citadel one comes first face to face with a large pair of doors on which’s right side Primus was shown holding Cybertron in his servo while in the other a staff, on the left Unicron as he holds Earth, in his other servo a sword which crosses with Primus’s staff as a symbol of their unity. Behind the doors is the throne room with the ceiling picturing the night scenery one could see from their home while the ground showed the scenery of Earth with each of its constellations. On the circular rooms sides from the entrance door stood the towering statues of the original Thirteen Primes, holding their Symbols of Power in their servos, their optics gazing down on those inside the room, the two thrones of the planet’s leaders - close beside them the banner of their fraction -, were placed under the watchful gazes of Prima and Megatronus who even if being each other’s counterparts both in nature and their methods had still wished for one and the same, peace amongst their family and creations.
Optimus smiled at the symbolism before gazing at the Prime from whom he had gotten his new designation from as well as at the statue of his old teacher Alpha Trion. Sometimes when he gazed at the later statue he felt as if his old mentor would be smiling proudly at him for having fulfilled his lost brother’s wish, wash away the stain that had been placed on his designation.
Finally they were walking the same path again and neither of them would allow Unicron to take those whose sparks he had stained with his curse be taken from them. The silent pleas for help had finally been heard!
“Optimus?” the Prime felt his spark pulse with joy as he heard the deep voice of his bonded as he turned towards the silver mech who placed a datapad on his throne.
“Yes?” he asked while the other stopped close to him, strong arms wrapping round his waist and pulling him against a board chassis.
“As much as these words frighten me, but I hope that Rodimus gets your SIC to date him" Megatron said with a shudder at his own desire, but remembering the datapad on his thorne... "that mech starts to become a worse workaholic than Soundwave. Also if we are by workaholics, I hope that you have not forgotten that you have your usual check-up by Ratchet, I’m not planning to discuss with him why you missed it. I think he has is out for my spark since our double sparking.” Megatron said with a small shudder, there were not many things which could intimidate him - after all, he did even tell Unicron himself that he is commanded by no one - and he had never counted the old medic nor his own into that category till they got Trion and Stellar.
“Thank you for warning me, beside that I also think that Magnus will need to loosen up a bit more.” Optimus said with a small chuckle as he kissed the ex-gladiator’s cheek plate, he also did not wish for Ratchet to be angry. They never fully managed to explain why they ended up spending a few cycles after their bonding night constantly switching positions during interface so that it resulted with both of them getting sparked in the same time span…It just does not sound normal that their bonding night got somewhat disturbed because both Primus and Unicron decided to come in for a chat and…suggestions... The blue-red mech tried not to think about the later ones, he was still stunned that he functioned through the embarrassment regards his as the humans would say God giving him tips regards the best position how to get sparked while his bonded is sheeted in his valve!
“Optimus…please don’t bring that dark cycle up…” Megatron shuddered as he noticed what the other was thinking about through their bond. It had been both embarrassing and infuriating that he needed to listen to Unicron mock him and make his own wrapped ideas of suggestions while he tried to finally be with Optimus.
“Sorry” Optimus said sheepishly as he kissed his bonded again before slipping from his arms, albeit unwillingly, but he stilled his feelings of loss with the thought that now they are one, the war was over and they would never be separated again. “I will be back as soon as possible.” he promised before activating the ramp by the window to get as fast to the hospital as possible.
No matter their words, no one would ever regret their new hope and happiness and the thornned, rocky and on several occasions crazy path which had lead up to it.
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Several years in the past…
Knockout entered his quarters with carefully steps before he closed the door, there was still no sign about where Starscream could have disappeared to and he was starting to worry about the Air Commander. Holding back a sigh he carefully headed over to the already occupied berth, slipping inside with the same carefulness he had used when entering, which was not easy seeing how there was only one being on this ship who no matter size and weight could still move around like a shadow, though there might be soon two with that skill. Tentatively he reached out a servo and delicately placed it on the warm chassis behind which he could feel a strong spark pulsing. It still stunned Knockout that this was truly happening, in truth neither of them could have known that things would end up like this. Drawing his servo back he leaned further down and the taller figure instinctively curled around him, pressing their frames closely together. Tightening his own hold he let his processor wander towards how he ended up in that situation to be bonded with probably the most deadliest beauty and soon having a sparkling of his own for whom he vowed to never be like his own creators had been. He would have beside his duties always time for his sparkling even if only to take a look at some scribbling on a datapad or to answer a silly question, he would always have time.
He felt Soundwave nuzzle against him and he tightened his hold as an answer, since he got sparked was the TIC constantly carving his attention, but most of the time he only wanted to be physically close to the medic and got into a defensive stance by the slightest sign of a problem. Knockout guessed that while most Transformers when sparked go into the extreme with their emotions like being all happy and in the next klick become upset or angry, they also experience carving for regular interfacing, in Soundwave’s case got his protocols regards protection stronger. Personally he did not mind having his bonded and their little one close, the sparkling was still rather small and would for at least two to three orns remain in Soundwave’s spark chamber before moving over into the gestations chamber just below it. There through the nurturing fluids will first an indefinable protoform shell built around the small spark before later into the sparked state the inherited frame aspects from the creators get more noticeable as well as the frame type of the new spark being mech or femme – their frame is still a dull silvery-ash gray at this time -, most carriers are able around this time to feel their offspring even before they start to move. Naturally with the exception of Seekers carriers who are able to feel their presence right after the protoform had formed around the spark and telepaths who can feel them in the last orn before they descend into the gestations chamber. He would have never thought that these things would ever fascinate him so much, but in the past he was too busy with his studies, rebelling against his uncaring creators and even if he had relationships during his study time, they all felt flat and most of them were only interested in his looks and wealth, seems as if few got the memo that he got disowned when he dared to study for a profession wwwaaaayyyy below his status according to his creators. Then in the warzones had he only time to think about his duties and about surviving breem for breem, it only happened on the Nemesis that he found some free time, but still bonding and sparklings never come up.
Though he did not regret and never would.
He held back a chuckle as he remembered how their relationship had actually started; it was not easy to forget. Due to the hunt for the ports and the additional tasks which come to it had the two of them taken to spend most of their time in Soundwave’s quarters on his private computer, ground for that had been for it having a copy about the Iacon database on it as well as copies from all of the data the Communications Officer tended to work with. So they would not be in the way on the bridge and Soundwave could always send Knockout via ground bridge over to the med bay if an emergency should come up. So they spent their time with the TIC working with the coordinates and how to make the warship at least somewhat accomonding for the raising of sparklings, by the later Knockout gave suggestions seeing how sparkling care had been under the courses every medic needed to take while he was also looking up those who could take care about a sparkling. It was true that spending much time together does not result in two beings getting together, but after a few cycles things started to change, while at the start they only conversed when the task asked for it, - which was rare for the medic had little trouble understanding the assassin’s gestures – then gradually started having some small conversations about some things here on this planet. After that come the occasional brushing their servo’s together when handing over a datapad or a servo brushing against a feeler when needing to type in a code, their frames touching when one pointed out something for the other till it all spiralled down to Knockout finding himself pinned against the wall by Soundwave, locked in a kiss. They did not expect this to happen or the kisses which followed before they had found themselves one dark cycle on the berth where Knockout gently coerced the spy to spike him due to neither of them wanting to just stop, but the taller mech also somewhat scarred due to having never had been with anyone. They only then switched roles when Soundwave approached him with the request of bonding which he accepted because it was clear that what was between them had been different then all of the medic’s past relationships, this had been about trust and acceptance the two feelings which should be present if one desires to become one with another.
“Knockout?” the soft question drew the red speedster back from his thoughts and made him look down into blurry violet optics. The other looked adorable in his half online state, leaning down he pressed a gentle kiss to Soundwave’s derma who eagerly responded to the gesture.
“Go back into recharge Wave, you need your rest.” he told the other mech when they finally pulled apart.
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“Sooo Arcee is going to have a baby?” Miko asked excitedly while she and Bulkhead plaid babysitters for Lightstream as she was building a tower from the blocks the Wrecker had made for her to play with, each side was a different colour and had a letter painted in the middle.
“Yes, Ratchet scanned her immediately after we got back and confirmed that Soundwave was right.” Bulkhead said as he tried to move as little as possible, though he was still better off than Jackie who could only do as much as raising his helm…Soundwave did quite the number on them – beside the scary thought that he was sparked -, proving that Optimus may be right in saying that there was still some kindness in Megatron’s spark.
Speaking about their leader he was currently outside, carrying little Orion around with him for a small walk, it seemed that the sparkling was really curious about their surroundings while Jumper recharged. Smokescreen decided that he would like to adopt the third mechling they managed to find while the fourth had been lost due to no one being able to do anything against Soundwave. At least they knew that the little one would be cared for due to Seekers apparently having strong core-programming regards the protection and taking care about sparklings, it was hard to believe, but Ratchet would never joke about the safety of a sparkling and both Soundwave and Knockout could also deal with little ones.
“Cool, you will be a big sister Light.” Miko told the blue-pink femme who let out a giggle and clapped her small servos which made the Japanese girl only smile even brighter, she simply adored the sparklings they were incredibly adorable. “She seems happy about the idea.” she stated with a grin which made her guardian laugh.
“She certainly does.” Bulk said when the door to the hangar was pushed open and his leader walked inside with the sleepy sparkling held securely in his arms. “Seems as if the little one had tired himself out.” he said good naturally as Lightstream looked over curiously at the other sparkling, clicking a few times to which the younger one replied with a series of clicks of his own.
“What did they say?” Miko asked curiously, she had noticed that when all three sparklings were awake it often seemed as if they would be conversing with each other and on occasion they would all turn towards Arcee and wait before starting up, as if they could also talk to the unborn baby.
“Unfortunately I can only understand Orion, but from his reply I would say that Lightstream certainly sees Ratchet as her sire.” the Prime replied with a warm smile, something he does now rather often when gazing down at those carrying the future of their race.
“Oh, so she will be also aiming to be a medic?” Miko asked curiously, in the end she took Bulkhead’s suggestion to hearth and decided to study for being a nurse, Jack’s mom had offered her help in both helping her learn even before starting her studies, but also talked with some of her old professors and she could even get later on training in the hospital she worked in.
“Not everything, only small things like when he is hungry, wants something or is scarred everything other only partially.” Optimus explained to the human femme who nodded her head.
“That is still cool.” she said while leaning back on her hands, both Jack and Raff would only come later in the day so she made the best of her time till her friends joined her.
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At the same time somewhere in Europe, deep inside a shadowed mountain forest a pair of crimson and violet optics come online before glowing in a bright light as their owners starred at each other in horror before running a quick system check over their CPUs.
Only the roar of inner ventilations broke the dead silence till the results popped up…
PRIMUS NOOOO!!!!
Chapter 7: It is fine
Notes:
Edit.: this story is starting to frighten me and due to my job it will only twist itself more...*sigh*
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“Ratchet, I’m fine.” Arcee said as she was forced to sit on the medical berth by her frantic bondmate. It was nothing, she simply felt week for a few kliks and she was now feeling fine again, but the medic was adamant to scan her frame and make sure that both her and their sparkling were alright.
“Please let me decide that.” Ratchet told the blue femme, he knew that he was annoying her with his constant worries, but the thought that she had been carrying while out on the battlefield where she could have gotten hurt and lost the new spark had terrified him. He was her bonded and also a medic, he should have noticed on her EM field and through their bond that something was not right, but he did not and it was Soundwave who noted what he had missed…
“Rach…” Arcee said as she grabbed his arm and gently placed it on her spark chamber, holding his larger servo there. “None of us could have guessed that so shortly after our relationship… turned serious” she allowed herself a small smile when she noticed the small blush on the medic’s white cheek plating “that I would get sparked so soon.” she told him in a reassuring tone, but he shook his helm.
Stubborn mech…
“Though I should have planned on the possibility, the only ground why there were no sparklings born during the war had because no one had time for anything else then fighting against both the enemy and survival. Wha…what would have been if you would have gotten hurt…” Arcee suddenly grabbed the medic’s helm and pulled him down so that they were now optic to optic.
“You will now listen to me Ratchet, I’m fine and our sparkling is also fine, stop fretting about something which is in the past.” she told him in a firm tone so neither of them noticed Lightstream crawling in with June close beside her, only when the sparkling let out a curious chirp did they get the attention of the two adults. “Hello June.” Arcee greeted as she slipped from the medical berth to pick up her daughter while Ratchet leaned down and allowed the nurse to climb into his servo.
“Hello June.” Ratchet also greeted, it took June some time to get him to call her by her given name.
“Hello, is something wrong?” she asked while making sure that she stood steadily, she knew that Ratchet would be careful to not let her fall, but she still liked to be steady on her feet.
“It is nothing, I had only felt a bit feint and my dear bonded freaked out.” Arcee said as she threw an accusing look at the medic who wanted to protest, but Jun spoke up in the right time.
“That does happen to some women who are pregnant, when I was expecting Jack I had also felt on occasions faint and also rather tired in the first two months.” she explained while Arcee gave Ratchet a smirk.
“Which means that by some of us this also counts as normal, seeing how the humans are after all our cousins.” Arcee said triumphantly, after finding out regards the connection between Cybertron and Earth and having compared history from both planets it become apparent that the connection runs deeper than at first thought and with Primus and Unicron having been twins had Team Prime and as they noted later on even the Decepticons decided to see the humans as a cousin race, excluding by Soundwave who counted due to his legacy as a half-sibling. After all, both Primus and Unicron were eachother’s counterparts so why would their creations in the end not be the same?
“Fine, I just worry too much…” the medic admitted with a vented sigh while Arcee leaned against him as Light shifted positions so that she was close to both of her creators and could attempt to clear up her little brother who was curious about what was happening.
“Don’t worry, most first time fathers do the same, when my cousin had her son David her husband was either fainting or running against walls, doors or tripping over his own feet as he tried to make sure that she was as comfortable as possible or training for the birth.” Jun explained in an amused tone as Arcee giggle at the image, it had been explained when it come out that the femme was sparked that while humans had in the past given birth at home – and some still prefer that – was it nowadays since medicine got better so that one goes to the hospital for the birth. This contrasted with the Transformers who tended to bring their sparklings online at home with the medic and the one or two assistant or another medic helping them hurries to take the sparkling, clean it up while another scans both carrier and newspark to make sure that both are fine and give the little one over to the carrier before rushing out so that they don’t get attacked when the protective protocols come into full activation. “Also it is a well-known fact that medics are the worst patients and in a good number of cases the worst, worrisome fathers when their partner expect a baby due to them having more knowledge about certain things then the average person.”
“I conclude.” Ratchet said in defeat while carefully stroking over Light’s helm, now that she was older her paintjob had become a gradually lighter blue colour, almost white looking, but she still retrained some darker blue parts to her armour on her servos, hip plating, antenna and from her pedes right up to her knee joints. The little femmeling giggled at the touch from the mech she started to see as her sire when she noted the traces of his EM field by the spark of her carrier and because he was not a cousin like yellow-black mech who plays those amusing looking games and speaks like her she concluded that he was her sire or she would not have a little brother on the way. “That reminds me, did you come to pick up Jack?” Ratchet asked as he suddenly remembered what he had not asked why the woman form whom he become a guardian of had come.
“No, he had written me a message that Bee and Bulkhead are taking them on a field trip” June said with a small smile, she was glad that her son started taking studying rather serious, not that he was ever lazy, but now he invested even more time while still having time to spend with his friends. She knew that he had plans to join the FBI and Bill promised to help him with everything he needed and to be placed into his division while Raff would become one of their hackers, but would mostly concentrate on tracking down MECH members and to keep everything free about new regards the Transformers. She was glad that the children had decided on their future. “I kind of come here to continue or conversations.” Jun said, it was interesting to find out in what their kind was similar and in what not, excluding everything glaringly obvious that is.
“It would be my pleasure.” Ratchet said warmly.
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“My liege, it seems as if we could decipher another set of coordinates.” Knockout spoke up as he entered the bridge with Soundwave closely following behind him.
“Good, any sign that the Autobots may have also picked it up?” Megatron asked as he turned to face his two officers, Neo was in an afternoon recharge and he had a Vehicon instructed to immediately alert him if his son as much as stirs in his recharge. Due to the fact that his son was adopted were his creator protocols more manageable then they would be if he would have had him with a mate, beside that no one on the ship would be dumb enough to threaten his heir.
“Nothing my liege.” Knockout said as he glanced at Soundwave’s visor which displayed the location the coordinates lead to. Since his sparking had Soundwave taken to reveal his face plate more often, he mostly had it on when doing shift on the bridge, but even if not wearing it the visor was still in his sub space for one could not ignore that it was a highly useful tool.
“Who is avaible to go?” Megatron needed to ask, Starscream was now missing since almost two orns and if he sends Knockout Soundwave would follow, he also was not sure if it was safe to send the later out in his condition while his sire protocols were manageable he still would have trouble leaving the ship…which they… “Get the Nemesis to those coordinates.” Megatron suddenly called, if the Bots should in the meantime encipher another coordinate was it no problem, after all he was not the only one who could not leave their sparkling behind and two of the Wreckers were still mostly out due to Soundwave so who cared.
“Pardon?” Knockout asked in surprise, but his bonded was already pulling him out of the door, having understood what the other was planning.
Chapter 8: Sick joke
Notes:
As you all can see from the gorving Taggs the story is still mutating and I don't have enough time to do the chapters as fast as the ideas come...
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"You know that this is all your fault" growled a frustrated voice from the dark depth of the cave hidden in the side of a large mountain.
"My...excuse me, but I'm not the one whose programming drugs up others to face them till they are sparked." snapped a high piched, agitated voice.
"Tche, at least I don't get all mushy about the whole thing." come the cold reply as two sets of optics glared at one another with hatred, but the second one was more forced to be harsher.
"I'm not mushy and stop with all those negative feelings, it is already hard that we need to stay in each others presence."
"Then get finally lost, I would be much happier that way."
"Not as long as the sparkling isn't born and again stop with those negative feelings, Seeker sparklings are sensitive to emotions." Starscream snapped from his position near the wall as he glarred at the annyoing femme who still glared at him with venom in her violet optics.
He had been sent out by Lord Megatron to get one of the capsules and naturally he was already off even before the command was finished - probably baffling the ex-gladiator - to find the sparkling. Being in stasis inside ports the Pit knows where on this fleshie infested planet was not right! He had been determined to find the little one and take it to safety, sure he did not deem the Nemesis in any way sparkling friendly, but Knockout and Soundwave did their best and even took his suggestions into account so it would have been fine. The problem was that the forest was incredibly tick and he doubted that the port was in one of the tree crowns so he was forced to land and transform before he started his search on pedes. He still shuddered inwardly at the memory when he had found a fallen Insecticon with only all too familiar marks on its neck cabling. He had hurried past it, his blaster ready to shoot it in the spark should it awaken before he had come faceplate to faceplate with the femme he did not wish to ever see again...after that everything went hazy before they both woke up again.
It was a complet disaster.
Starscream felt violated in the worst of ways while his programming was demanding from him to stay close to the sparkling he created without his content and its carrier. He did not see a way out, Airachnid had made it clear, if he calls the Nemesis she would offline the little one without a second thought so he was forced to stay and make a nest while also providing energon. She seemed to be in some ways like what Silas and his victims had become, but she had not been drained of energon so she was now like a vampire. Damn Knockout and also himself for actually agreeing to watch that horror movie, what was it called again? Ah yes, Dracula, according to the medic the closest version to the book which was written by a fleshie a Stoker something. He would have been more relaxed with the medic present to tell him if the sparkling took any damage due to the glich who did not seem to care about it at all as long as she has it not confirmed that it's her class so she constantly ignored the unwilling sire.
It would not be long till the little one was there and they would see, after Airachnid her kind went much faster through their sparked state than most other Transformer types, the sparkling spends about half an orn in the sparkchamber of their carrier and then immediately descends into the gestations chamber and this was the other problem. With the fact that the sparkling grows faster this meant that the nurturing fluids - which are actually a mix from the creators transfluids - depleted in the gestations chamber much faster and need to be replished by interfacing almost every third orbital cycle.
Unfortunately for him it was again one of those cycles.
"Stop spacing around and get over here" Starscream flinched, he hated this, he really did. The whole thing with the interfacing he could somehow manage to stand, he just did not need to think about who his partner was, the problem laid here with the fact that all Insecticons liked to bind their partners and for him as a Seeker was this pure torment.
His wings dropped and wrapped around him, as if trying to shield him from the fear which was slowly creeping over his neural net, it was already bad to be in the enclosed space of this cave, but being also restrained...He offlined his optics, trying to imagine the sky probably one of the only things he truly come to like about this ball of dirt. The large, open space speckled with gathered water wapors, its lovely changing colours depending on the time of light cycle, the storms which were more frequent than they were on Cybertron - minus the rain being acydic - and he could play tagg with the lightning. The images calmed him somewhat, but the fear fought on as he felt clawed servos drag harshly over his frame, leaving scrachmarks and and in some cases even spilling energon which was swiftly licked away. Whenever this happened his frame would tense, making him ready to jump away from her if she decides to use him as her food, but he doubted that she wanted to keep him around, but he was still not letting his guard down, she had proved perfectly that she did not know what loyalty meant to anyone.
Airachnid wanted to groan out loud, but decided to only do it on the inside. Did she not need to deal with the Decepticons enough? She had after getting bored on the moon of Cybertron managed to get to the closest space bridge and returned to this forsaken planet which had till now only brought her frustration. Her two main grounds were energon, she let her followers eath the raw crystals before she succked it out of their systems - the dark energon reawakening them after a couple of breems - and to finally get her revenge on both Arcee and Soundwave. She did not forget her wov to make the later scream in torment and fear while the former would have an even worse fate then her former partner, but her plans got thrown in the wind. She had forgotten that her heath cycle was comming up and then she met the whiny idiot. Glaring down at her chasis she dared the small annoyance in there to dare come online with a frame type anything else then an Insecticon for all of this she was made to go through. Looking up again at the poor excuse of a CNA donnor she looked around till her violet optics fell on a good sized rock, making up her mind that it was good she pushed the Seeker roughly, to his credit he did not give a loud when his back hit painfully agianst the rough, mossy surface, though this had been not the first time she had been this rough with him.
Starscream bit on his lower derma, splinters of the reock and some moss got into a few of the deeper scraches on his plating, grinding painfully against the cables under the silver metal. He felt the energon threads tying him systemathically to the rough surface, not allowing him to move. The panic was returning much stronger now as warning appeared in his CPU telling him to move his wings, but he could not. He was forcing himself to calm down, his spark spirraled faster with each klik so he almost missed Airachnid's hars command to retrace the pannel covering his spike, but to his relief he had heard her and relucantly did as she wished. 'This is all for the sparkling's shake' was the mantra he repeated over and over in his helm as he felt her valve wrap around his spike, caliphers gripping at it painfully, but he knew that through this overload would come faster and they would be both through it.
There was no love or affection between them...
...they were only on the recieving end of a sick joke...
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