Chapter 1: Space
Space was cold and dark, the only light was from the millions of tiny blinking stars off in the distance. There was no sound, the vacuum of space eating all waves of sound any offered. All seemed calm. But it wasnt.
"Fragging turn the ship! What the slag, what the fragging slag!" An explosion rocked the ship, sending it's occupants bouncing though its insides. The ship rocketed through the vastness of space, under attack from another ship 4 times its size. Plasma rounds shot from the bottom side of the ship, gatlin rounds tearing into the smaller shuttle.
The occupants of the smaller shuttle where panicking, yelling at one another as they desperately tried to out fly the Decepticon warship behind them.
"Where did you learn how to fly, Lightstrider!? A sparkling school!?" One of the two yelled, a femme who was currently grasping onto a seat in attempt to not be thrown around the inside of the ship.
"Why don't you shut your cogs and help me!" Lightstrider snipped back, grasping tightly to the controls. The femme snarled but launched herself forward to a control panel, pushing buttons and flipping switches.
"Defense systems and down, shield's energy is depleted and we are down to one gun on the front of our ship." The femme informed, typing into the console.
"We have no means of fighting back, how is the fuel and engines?" Lightstrider asked, focused on the stars ahead of him.
"Engine one is overheating, switching to engine two in three… two… one." The two bots held tightly as their ship lurched forward. "Boosters at 76 percent and fuel levels are at 46 percent. There seems to be a hole in tank two."
"That needs to be fixed,"
"I got it." The femme unclipped her line to her seat and floated to the back of the control room.
"MoonStrider," She looked back, "Be careful." Lightstrider cautioned. She nodded and palmed the control to the doors before exiting the room.
Lightstrider looked back to the front, his optics scanning the stars for any way to get away from the Decepticon ship on their afts.
MoonStrider floated through the halls of the ship, using short bursted from her thrusters to push her in her intended direction. She headed back, where rounds of plasma had gotten through the shields and hit the tanks. It was a dangerous thing, their fuel tanks, filled with energon and exposed. One shot, their whole ship would explode. She reached the back, sliding through a damaged door, careful not to let her wings hit anything.
Sparking wires and leaking tubes, crumpled walls exposing the vastness of space. MoonStrider tied her tether tightly to an sturdy pole before kicking off a wall and floating into the room. She landed harshly against a damaged wall. MoonStrider pulled at the panels of the wall, pushing them back and uncovering a portion of the tank. She could see where the damage was and reached her arm in.
"Son of a glitch!" She yelled as the ship was hit with another round. Her arm was jostled, wedged in the hole in the wall. She let out a pained yell as her arm was ripped out of it's socket. She grasped at the wall and pulled out her limp arm, then painfully snapped it back into place. She let loose a series of curses that could have the roughest of mechs blushing. The femme let out a dark growl, her golden optics flashing angrily.
MoonStrider pulled at the wall, opening the wall farther. She tore at it until she could stick her head and shoulders into it. She grabbed at the tank, pulling herself forward and placing a piece of metal over the hole and welding it on. She pushed herself away and covered the wall, adding a bit more metal to add protection to the tanks. The femme fixed a few wires while she was at it, which rebooted their shields.
MoonStrider floated back to the control room. Lightstrider was still at the controls.
"Systems are back up," He reported. MoonStrider confirmed it and told him how she repaired the wires. "Good, with enough energy, we might be able to go into hyperdrive." She nodded and tethered herself to her seat.
Lights blinked and an alarm went off.
"Out systems are being hacked!" The femme yelled, typing away at the console. Lines of codes raced across the screen, the hacker rolling through the system. MoonStrider fought, but she was no coder.
Their shields went down, their engines stopped, and the ship went dark. The two at one another, their optics wide. Lightrunner slowly turned to the screen, watching as a small object soared in front of them, slowly arc and turn back to them. Lightrunner only had a few moments to jump on MoonStrider before their ship exploded.
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Space was dark and cold. A wreckage slowly drifted through the void. Charred metal and scrap bits were common, but what wasn't was two things. Two entangled frames drifted with the wreckage, damaged and sparking, their optics dark. Their limbs were crossed with one anothers tightly, some parts slightly mangled.
Their frames drifted, their destination... unknown.
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Earth was an organic planet, filled with life of all sorts. in the water, on the ground and in the air, life flourished. Plants of all types littered the ground and filled the water. It was a beautiful planet. But it had many secrets.
It harbored more than just organics. Beings made of metal thundered around it's surface, fighting a secret war that had been going on for ages. Many wished for the war to end, while others hungered for battle. Others were impassive towards the war; it would end when it would.
One of those impassive bots was currently flying over a vast forest out in the middle of nowhere. The drone soared through the air, his scanners searching for any trace of energon within the area. So far, there wasn't a drop of energon in the whole forest.
But there, there was blip on the Eradicon's scanner, then another. The drone hummed before heading over in the direction it showed. It wasn't long later that the mech came across the source.
A crash landing.
Deep grooves were carved out of the earth, their trails still hot from the impact. Trees were uprooted, on fire, or completely destroyed. At the end of the hot trails, was a wrecked ship. At least what was left of it. Charred metal and energon littered the ground around the Eradicon's peds.
He was quick to send a comm to Soundwave, notifying him of the wreckage. It wasn't long later that a ground bridge opened and a team of drones came through along with Starscream and Knockout. Starscream pointed at a few drones and screeched at them to search the wreckage for any survivors.
It took awhile to search through all the superheated metal and charred trees, but as one drone turned over a large piece of metal, they found them.
"Sir, two survivors!" He called and the two officers came over to see the two bots being pulled from the wreckage. A seeker femme and a flyer mech by the looks of it. The two were rushed to the nemesis where Knockout worked on them for hours, repairing all the damage he could.
Knockout watched over the two bots for a few days, watching their vitals and repairing their armor until it glistened like gems. But as he worked, he couldn't help but look at them.
The two bots he was looking over didn't look to be in either faction. The flyer was a male, a unique one, he had seen such bots during the golden ages back in his home city of Simfur. The bot clearly had the body and the feeling of a true Priest of Primus, he smiled to himself
"Where have you been all my life?" Such Priests had the meaning of fertile body, the very meaning of bringing sparkling. "Should I keep it from Starscream?" he pondered out loud, he didn't want Starscream to find out and spoil his loot. He looked more intently at the bot of his dreams: azure body plates with golden trim- which looked feminine- along with matching, decorated wings, a golden mask which decorated in primus' teaching, and when he forced the optic to open, blue shining optic colors were found.
Knockout hummed, such beautiful bots…
He looked over to the other berth, where the femme laid in stasis like her mech companion. She was quite the looker herself. She was tall, very, very tall. Knockout wouldn't doubt that she was almost as tall as Lord Megatron if she stood next to him. Most of her height was made up of her legs, which seemed to go on for miles. Her frame was delightfully curvy, her chassis and hips the most. She had four wings, two large ones that sat royally on her back with a smaller pair just under them. Spiked shoulder plates that flared out and added to her appearance. Her helm had three spikes on it, one right in the center that extended far above her helm, the other two sat just next to it. She had very strange audios, fin-like almost and they twitched frequently.
Knockout walked towards her and opened the lid of her optics. His servo retracted asit it had burned him. Those optics… those golden optics. Only one had them.
"STARSCREAM!"
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This story is co-authored with Lightrunner, who owns his oc Lightstrider. This story is rated M for Non-con, sexual themes, forced spark bond, violence, gore, and language. Yeah, the works~
Till all are one!~