Two mechs stood in front of the communications control, studying the possible entry points. Entry points to Cybertron.
"My Lord: Plans to enter Cybertron?" A tall silver and black mech turned to face his most loyal servant. The mech had purple biolights adoring him. A mask covered his optics, not showing any emotion.
The mech smiled maliciously, knowing what he was asking. Turning back to face the screen again, he answered him.
"The Autobots aren't just weak, but foolish. They think just because they have won many of our battles, they can let their guards down," he hissed, a sick twisted delight in his voice, "But it will be their downfall. By the time we are done with them, only their bodies will be lying all across Cybertron. Their extinguished sparks as my trophies!"
Tossing his helm back, he released a mad cackle, the cruel sound ringing in the air.
In a different room, a silver mech held a little sparkling in his arms, fear in his optics. The sparkling was a deep maroon color, proud wings swept behind his back. But he never flew, he was to afraid.
Tucking him into his crib, the silver mech sang a soft lullaby. The seekerlet cooed, his crimson optics bright with wonder. Smiling, he stroked the little one's cheek before exiting.
The mech sped down the hallway as fast as he could, trying not to draw attention to himself. If his mate ever found out, the mechling would die, and he didn't want that to happen.
Besides, the backlash of the bond wouldn't just hurt him, it would hurt his first born son. No, he wasn't going to allow that to happen!