"Sparkling Of Mine"
Summary: set in Bayverse Transformers, but will introduce characters from G1. After losing his sparkmate and newborn to the war, Optimus discovers an ailing sparkling and raises it as his own in hopes of fulfilling his late sparkmate's dream of having a family.
WARNING: lots of cute fluffs, violence, tragedy and other stuff you'll soon see. Rated M overall
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Little sparkling © me
Chapter 1~~
It started out as a peaceful night. One would have called it the calm before the storm, for it had come without a warning. No one had expected it, nor suspected it, to appear. But when it did, it was nearly too late. All of the innocent Cybertronian families in the great capitol city of Iacon were in recharge for the night, thinking they were going to have yet another quiet night of rest. They had never been so wrong, for such a grand city was being watched by eyes from the Pit. Those eyes glared greedily, mercilessly upon the quiet streets, waiting for the precise moment to drop the bomb. When they did, it wasn't long before the streets of Iacon were filled with fearful screams.
Flashes of reds, blues, yellows fell from the sky and lit up the night, striking homes and buildings, dismantling and crumbling them to bits. Large shadows dotted the ground, and casting such shadows were massive ships, containing a number of soldiers from the enemy ranks. Cybertronians of all shapes, sizes, and ages scrambled to find shelter as they retreated from the safety of their homes to the waging battle taking place only a few feet from their doors. However, some of the scurrying crowd did not flee or try to hide; instead, they fired large lights at the attackers. These were the protectors of the innocent families, the brave ones who would give their lives to bring peace to their planet. They were the Autobots, and their foe who was laying waste to the city were the Decepticons.
For each affiliation, they had a leader; the vile Decepticons took orders from the tyrannical Megatron, a dissolute creature with a taste for oppression and death, having not a single care on who he inflicts it upon nor how. The Decepticons' purpose was to take control of their planet Cybertron and make all of the Autobots their slaves, for with superiority came domination over all sentient beings alike.
The Autobots, however, were the exact opposite. They fight for the protection of their planet in hopes of bringing peace and prosperity. They only result to violence if absolutely necessary, unlike their foes who wreak havoc and mayhem however they please. The Autobots also had a powerful leader, but with a wiser, kinder spark—Optimus Prime. Wanting peace and the end of this war as much as any of the Autobots, he also had a reason for fighting and waging war; he didn't just have a planet and innocent lives to protect. There were two he had to keep safe no matter the cost.
The Autobot leader knelt behind a piece of fallen structure, loading and arming his weapons to their max. He flinched a little each time there was an explosion but let it not falter him. He had to maintain his role as the fearless leader—in order to keep his sparkmate and newborn calm. Once he finished reloading, he glanced beside him, optics falling upon a femme crouched down in a corner, her legs tucked in, her arms cradling something. Optimus focused upon what she carried and flared his optics; in his sparkmate's arms laid a weakly crying sparkling, frightened by all of the loud destruction taking place around them. Looking upon them, he knew he had to keep these two especially safe. If anything were to happen to them, he would be cursed down to the Pit.
His sparkmate glanced up as she lightly bounced the little sparkling, fear clearly seen in her optics. "What is going to happen, Optimus?" she asked over the explosions.
Optimus briefly peered over their protective structure, then knelt back down beside her. "I am not precisely certain on how this will end," he said, "but I will guarantee your safety, Elita, as well as the safety of our brothers. No harm will come to you, nor our son." He stroked her cheek plate then rested a hand over the sparkling's helm, petting it gently. "Elita, I need you to get as far from here as possible so you won't get hurt."
"But, what about you?"
"Never mind me. I will be alright. Now, go!"
"Just be careful, Optimus," his sparkmate pleaded, frightened.
Optimus gave an assured nod of his helm, quickly nuzzled both her and their sparkling before rushing out into the fray, joining his comrades in combat. Standing beside his brothers in arms, he fired his weapons at the charging Decepticons, striking his target with accurate aim. He defended his comrades whomever needed assistance or those who were injured during the battle while the medics tended to any Autobot there who became seriously wounded. As Prime, he had to ensure the safety of each of his teammates; if there was even a single casualty, Optimus was partially responsible for it. He had witnessed too many lives pass before his optics; he had hoped to never see such an event occur this night.
A deep rumble and shake erupted in the distance behind the ruckus. Optimus turned towards the calamity and noticed massive warships baring the Decepticon insignia soaring overhead, getting closer and closer, dropping bombs onto what laid below them. "Autobots," he ordered, "evacuate the area! We have an air raid coming straight towards us!" All of the Autobots heed their leader's words, transform into their Cybertronian modes, and took off.
Optimus scanned the area to be certain that the entire vicinity had been cleared—his signal picked up two more energy signatures coming from far due east. His optics widened as he watched an air raider fly closer and closer to where the signals were pin-pointed. "Elita..." he gasped and took off in that direction as quick as he could. "Elita!"
Elita had taken refuge in what remained of a home, holding their sparkling close, unaware of the air strike.
"ELITA!" Optimus cried out. "GET OUT OF THERE!" He saw his sparkmate poke her head out of hiding with a worried, yet confused look on her face plate. "GO! RUN!" Optimus was still too distant from where Elita hid, despite him traveling at top speed. The further the warship approached, the deeper the icy feeling in his spark chamber surged through his circuits.
Elita looked up, pressing their sparkling close to her chest plate; she had noticed the air raid too late. A bomb was dropped, landing only inches from their refuge, and some yards from Optimus's position. The force of the blast sent Optimus Prime flying back, and when he struck the ground, he blacked out, hearing the sound of smoldering metal echo in his audio receptors as it very slowly began to fade.
A/N: I have chosen to redo the entire first chapter of this story because someone claimed I had done the process of Cybertronian development incorrectly; since I do not know how they reproduce, I have completely edited the idea and came up with this. Please tell me what you think :)
