A/N: This is my first published story on this website, so try not to be too harsh. Constructive criticism is welcomed but flamers will be shot.
My thanks to Arctic Banana for betaing the first part of the chapter. She would have edited the whole thing if I wasn't an idiot. Always check what you're sending! Also thanks to her and Kibble Beast for encouraging me to write this.
Warning: This is based on a role play between my brother and I and will be crack.
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers and not even the whole plot, but I do own a Starscream t-shirt.
Edit: Hello readers! I've finally decided to clean up this story a bit. Mostly minor things like grammar, changing a bit of dialogue here and there, removing bad jokes, etc. If I miss anything, please let me know in a PM or review. Also, I hope you all enjoy the new coverart for this story done by my best friend, mysterious-joker. There is a link to the original image on my profile.
The Early Stages of War
Chapter 1: Megatron and Optimus
Though the title suggests that this story is about the beginning of the Great War, our story truly begins many years before the first battle took place, in the home of Sentinel Prime and his bondmate, and High Lady Protector, Silverclaw with the birth of a certain pair of twins…
"AAAAHHH!" Silverclaw screamed as the labor pains began to take their toll.
"Don't worry," comforted Sentinel as he caressed her cheek. "The medic will be here soon."
In response, she bit his fingers off.
"Sweet Primus, what the frag is wrong with you femme!" shouted the Prime as he cradled his fingerless hand. "Did you eat a bowl of glitch this morning?!"
She spat out his fingers at his face. "You're possessed by Unicron, aren't you?" he muttered.
Luckily before Silverclaw started levitating off her berth, the medic entered.
"So what seems to be the problem here?" asked Hatchet, one of the best medics Cybertron had to offer.
"My bondmate bit my fingers off and I think she's possessed!" Sentinel cried out hysterically.
"So she's in labor then," stated Hatchet. He walked over to Silverclaw's side, put her in stasis, and began to the process of opening her chassis, all with the slightest of ease. "Do you have a protoform ready?"
"Yes," replied a shocked Sentinel, "they are both ready."
"They?"
"Silverclaw is carrying twins."
"Twins are very rare."
"They are not split-spark."
"Ah. Well fraternal twins are more common," Hatchet muttered.
Meanwhile inside Silverclaw's spark chamber, a powerful future leader waited patiently to be born…
"I'm BORED!" the sparkling cried out. To ease his boredom, the sparkling began to slam against the walls of his "prison" as a futile attempt to entertain himself. But before he could hit the wall again for the trillionth time, the wall opened and a bright light appeared.
Hatchet took out his metal tongs and carefully inserted them into Silverclaw's spark chamber to retrieve the first sparkling, but as soon as the tongs were in, Hatchet felt something strong take hold of his tongs and no matter what he did, it wouldn't let go.
"Let go…You…Little Fragger!" he cursed. Hatchet was sent flying as the thing let go of the tongs.
Hatchet groaned and then looked that his favorite tongs. Only the handles were left.
"Oh, now it's on," Hatchet growled. He stomped over to the spark chamber and before he could do anything else, the sparkling, seeing its chance of freedom, jumped out and straight into the protoform on the table next to Silverclaw's berth.
The sparkling's new body onlined and the sparkling spoke its first words, "MEGATRON ONLINE!" More like bellowed.
"Oh slag…That is not a good sign," said Hatchet.
Hatchet cycled his vents, he would have to deal with Megatron after he got the other twin out. Hatchet took out his second favorite pair of tongs, ignored the newborn called Megatron, and carefully began to extract the second spark.
It didn't take long for Megatron to figure out what Hatchet was doing and Megatron knew he had to put a stop to it. The second spark was a major pain in the aft and it had taken Megatron forever to get it to stay in a little corner far from him. Now that he was finally free of that horrible prison and annoying prison mate, there was NO WAY he was going to allow that second spark to live. As Hatchet pulled out the spark, Megatron came up with his first half-baked plan.
He jumped on top of Hatchet's helm and tried to reach for the tongs.
"GET…OFF!" Hatchet shouted, while trying to grab Megatron with his free hand.
Megatron then jumped off and grabbed the tongs on his way down with his teeth. He hit the ground running and pulled the tongs out of his mouth. Unfortunately, he bit the tongs too hard and well…the tongs were now half the size they were before.
Hatchet was pissed beyond words and remained silent. He then grabbed the circular saw off a nearby table and began to chase Megatron.
After an hour, Megatron realized he couldn't keep running forever and eventually Hatchet would catch him; Megatron needed to dump the stupid spark somewhere. Then in the corner of his optic, he saw the perfect spot. He changed direction and headed toward the trash can. Once there, Megatron dropped the spark in, hoping it would slowly wither up and die.
Something was wrong. The "trash can" began to change colors and the hole closed. It was then that Megatron realized that the trash can was actually the second protoform. Megatron ended up bringing the slagger to life himself!
Hatchet smirked at the situation and approached the now online sparkling.
"Meggy," cooed the happy sparkling, trying to give his big brother a hug.
"No. Bad Oppy," grunted Megatron as he tried to pry his younger sibling off.
"Oppy?" questioned the younger. He smiled and squealed happily, "I'm Optimus!"
Hatchet couldn't help but smile. The twins reminded him of his own sparkling, Ratchet: an adorable pain in the aft. He immediately closed Silverclaw's spark chamber and began the process to bring her out of stasis.
"What the frag just happened?!" asked a wide-eyed Sentinel from the corner.
A/N: Next chapter: Prowl and Jazz.
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