Transformers Generation One: A Seeker's Triangle: Chapter 00: Prologue

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Transformers Generation One: A Seeker's Triangle: Chapter 00: Prologue

Apr 23, 2021, 2:12:34 PM Creative

Warning: contains mention of abuse!“


Blade…”

“Blade… it’s time to wake up.”

“Blade, wake up.”

“Blade!”

“Blade!”

“BLADE!”

“Starlit, wake up!”

She jolted.

Restarting her optic sensors, Starlit Meadow took a couple of nano clicks to refocus the reddened optics hidden by her crimson coloured visor. Standing before her was her commanding officer, Lieutenant Skywarp, second to commander Starscream. The femme groaned to herself, feeling the side of her helm. Damn, her processor hurt.

“Don’t tell me you’ve been recharging here the whole day,” Skywarp grunted, the light reflecting off his purple arm guards.

“Hng, only for a cycle… or two,” Starlit admitted, wincing as she pushed herself off the oil barrels she’d somehow landed against. How she got there was a question on its own. Skywarp’s own crimson optics arched as if to ask he unspoken question, but she merely shook her helm. “Guess I was more tired than I originally thought… sorry.”

“Is that all you have to say for yourself?”

“Well, yeah. There’s nothing I can do about it now. What’s done is done, right?” she countered back with an arched optic ridge of her own. She had never been one to let authority determine how and what she spoke about. That was something Megatron, the leader of the rebel resistance, now dubbed the Decepticons, had taught her ever since she first joined their side in the ever raging war. How she had gotten to that decision was still a blur, something that she kept to herself. There was no way that she was going to let some medic poke around inside her CPU for what she herself couldn’t remember. The mere thought of those sterile tools waiting on their pristine silver trays was enough to send her tanks churning.

A sigh rumbled through Skywarp’s vents, his optics dimming temporarily. She was well aware that she wasn’t making his job any easier, and frankly, she couldn’t give a slag.

“What’s done is done,” her superior agreed, turning on his stabiliser, waving a servo for her to follow. “Just… try not to make it a habit, alright?” he said, transforming into his alternative mode, a ‘triangular square’ as she liked to call it, something neither he nor his brothers appreciated.

How the ruler of the Decepticons had managed to produce so many offspring, especially all seekers, she didn’t know, but then again, it hadn’t been Megatron that had been forced to carry them for cycles. She let out a sigh of her own. It must be nice to merely slip in and out and not have to deal with the possible consequences directly.

She wondered if Megatron had ever mated to the femme that carried his miniature army of sons. If he did, no bot knew, least of all her. She doubted the transformed superior in front of her felt like explaining his parents’ relationship to anyone, much less a mere soldier in their army, so she kept her thoughts to herself.

The femme must’ve been beautiful at the very least if all – well, most – of her sons looked far handsomer than their father. Who knew, maybe Megatron had been handsome at some point in his life cycle.

“Yes sir,” Starlit replied with the usual lack of concern. A warm heat radiated from the Cybertronian jet rumbled towards her, promising some form of reprimand when they returned to base.

She flashed him her usual cocky grin, one that had gotten a dental knocked free at one point when she had dared to talk back to him in front of one of his other subordinates. She had taken the fist to the face with dignity, or at least as much dignity as a bot could take a direct punch before lashing back and nearly tearing the plating off the bot that had assaulted her as a form of discipline.

She had thanked Ravage afterwards for letting her scan his form for the sole purpose of getting her revenge on the black and purple seeker. Soundwave on the other servo, hadn’t been impressed with her asking his cyber-cat for his assistance in that manner, but had given her no lecture for it. In fact, he had been the one to patch her up after Skywarp had beaten her within an inch of her spark fading for daring to fight back.

Soundwave had claimed his reasoning for saving her had merely been for her reproductive system. Femmes, especially on the Decepticons’ side, were like a rare commodity, so much so that they were seen as a dying species on their own. That didn’t stop them from fighting alongside their mech counterparts though. She’d heard tales of the Autobot femmes that had won quite a number of battles well enough on their own.

No bot had tried taking advantage of her because of her different biology, a fact she was relieved about, more than she wanted to admit. Megatron himself had reassured her that she wouldn’t be forced to mate, or even engage in ‘relief activities’ as some put it against her will. She was a soldier in the Decepticon army, first and foremost. Her personal needs and the needs of her fellow soldiers came second. That didn’t mean that some of the mechs didn’t try their luck at times, some even still sporting the scars to prove it, but she supposed constantly being at Skywarp’s side had some part to play in it.

After all, no bot tried to take on the second son of the gladiator of Kaon, and his wing-leader’s lieutenant on without expecting some form of punishment in return. How she had landed up working under Skywarp had been a mystery in itself. She was originally assigned to Starscream, only to be tossed to his younger brother without so much as a second glance. In a way she had been both relieved and irritated by this but had merely kept quiet about it. It had been no oil off her back.

“Let’s just go,” Skywarp sighed and took off into the starless night sky. Without another word, she transformed into the same alternative mode, one of the few she had scanned when she first discovered her ability to switch between multiple alternative forms without ever losing the data of one. At times she wished she could simply stick to one, if only to avoid the head scientist, Shockwave, and his morbid curiosity with her ability.

A shudder went through her frame as she followed Skywarp, hoping to Primus himself that she hadn’t been for a visit with Shockwave before she onlined out there in that alley.

Published by Fang Wolfsbane

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