Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, naturally.
Although this story is meant to be Primeverse, I have used the colors of G1 for Screamer, simply because I like them better.
This story will be basically about Starscream, but see for yourself. I will use the cybertronian words for days, hours and so on, so to help you figure out what I mean I'll give you a list of everything, that I might use. There will be some OC sidecharacters, but they are needed for the story.
Nanoklick - 1 second
Astrosecond - 8.6 seconds
Klick - 1 minute
Breem - 8.6 minutes
Groon - 1 hour
Joor - 6 hours
cycle - 1 day
Paracycle - 3.9 days
Decacycle - 1 week
Megacycle - 1 month
Quartex - 4 months
Metacycle - 9 months
Stellarcycle - 1 year
Vorn - 83 years
Eon - 10000 years
Trimara - 333333 years
Lightcycle - 1000000 years
Gluxin - 7000550 years
English is not my native language, but I'm doing my best, so please forgive me my mistakes.
A soft, cool breeze that gently stroked his wings, woke the seeker prince from his recharge.
Slowly he let his systems boot before he onlined his optics. Finding the imported, soft organic fabric a little too cozy, instead of standing up, he lazily stretched his limbs and glanced out of his enormous crystal window.
The sun had already risen. He was late.
A knock on his door.
"Star, are you still in there?" It was Thundercracker's voice.
The door panel made a soft beep and the decorated silvery-white gate swished open.
"'Told you he is still recharging!" Skywarp exclaimed in an amused tone.
Ignoring his trinemate and eying his trineleader, Thundercracker walked over to the floating berth and sat down next to the upper left of the bluish-white crystals that graced the shining metal berthpost.
Gently the blue Seeker stroked the Prince's wings.
"Cloundwing's been looking for you. Are you not feeling well?"
"Nah' y' know Star's just being a lazy aft."
"Oh, shut up Skywarp! I just overslept that's all. Stop that snickering of yours."
Stilling Thundercracker's arm with his hand Starscream stood up with a graceful swing.
Dutifully taking his place behind his trineleaders' right wing Thundercracker watched as Skywarp whirled around to stop behind Starscreams left, grinning all the way.
It hasn't even been a vorn since they had formed a trine. Although they had known each other before. The seekers had first met in military flight school for the noble inhabitants of Vos.
How Skywarp had ended up there, no one knows.
Not being a noble, Skywarp had caused an uproar by joining the royal trine, since many of the aristocrats had disagreed. Starscream had stood his ground on that matter and had not regret it since. His trinemates were a perfect match for him, always being able to hold their positions, even when flying difficult formations and moves.
And Skywarp could teleport. Which had shown to be very useful on more than one occasion.
The trine walked down the shining corridors to the grand hall as an agitated red-white seeker strode around a corner.
"Your Highness! Where have you been?! You should be at the library by now."
The young prince turned around to face his royal advisor with a scowl on his face.
"Good morning to you, too. I will go after morning procedure."
"Well my chronometer says morning is almost over and you will not be keeping your teacher waiting young prince. And you two!" Cloudwing turned to Thundercracker and Skywarp "You are now the royal wingmates. It is your duty to preserve the image of Vos' royalty. I know you where only concerned about your Trineleader, but get back to school. It doesn't look good when you are cutting class."
Exventing heavily Cloudwing ended his scolding to briefly massage his head.
"He sure is grumpy today..." Skywarp whispered leaning in to Thunderckracker's audials, receiving an elbow to the side from him.
The royal advisor shooed the blue and black-purple seekers away with a motion of his hand. After they had left he carefully shoved Starscream to the next flight deck by his backstrut.
"Come, we're already late."
The flight from the palace to the library was short but Starscream deliberately slowed his pace, to have more of it.
Vos was as beautiful as ever. The richest city of Cybertron was mainly built of cybernetic platinum. Its floating towers that where spiraling up to different heights were decorated with only the finest crystals and most filigree carvings. Large, arched windows substituted most of the walls. There was a large crystal garden next to the upper section of the palace tower decorated by lacy platinum pathways and pillars and a huge market platform in the middle of the city where the newly traded objects from off world where presented.
There where no streets that connected the v-shaped towers, so no grounder could maneuver properly. The force field dome around the isolated free state offered additional protection.
Ever since the queen had left Vos leaving her sparkling seekerlet behind, the security measures had been set higher. The city state was now ruled by the chosen seneschal Moondancer.
The aged grey-indigo seeker femme had been given the role to watch over Vos until the prince was ready to be crowned. She instructed to guard the city with a domed force field, with guarded exits in every cardinal direction; and set up a curfew for its inhabitants. Everyone who wanted to go out had to get permission first.
Getting permission to leave or enter was not too difficult, there was no poverty and the safety was almost flawless.
It was perfect.
Unless you were the overly protected adolescent of the queen.
x-
Finally landing at the library Starscream was greeted from another irritated seeker. Coldwind, his always scowling private teacher.
"Good afternoon your Highness. Cloudwing. I take it your schedule was full activities of utmost importance, since you haven't found the time to inform me of the rearrangement of our lessons. Well, let us not waste any more time, you still have many things to learn my prince."
The stiff, iceblue teacher gave a court nod sharing a glance with Cloudwing.
"I am leaving him in your care, the seneschal awaits me." The advisor said, before igniting his thrusters again.
With a final look to the flying form Coldwind turned to Starscream again.
"Let us begin."
x-
The classroom went abruptly quiet as commander Firestorm entered through the dark metal doors of the military grounds in the outskirts of Vos. The students stood rigid and called a formal greeting.
"Good afternoon. Today we will study the new EM-pulse grenades. Every lost limb will be your own fault, if you don't listen carefully in the theory session today. The field tests will be done in trines. To still all upcoming questions on this regard, Professor Coldwind has notified me, that his royal Highness, Prince Starscream of Vos, will not be joining us this cycle."
With a snicker Skywarp elbowed his trinemate, "'Told ya TC, Mr. Hailstorm has him in detention!"
Thunderckracker only rolled his optics at that, before he was startled into attention, by the bellow of the commander.
"No whispering in here! Be quiet and take your notes!"
Skywarp cringed and quietly took out his datapad.
In the throne room Moondancer waited for the advisor. Her loyal pitch-black trinemates Ignition and Dead-aim like shadows by her side.
After a knock outside the giant gate, caused by the spears of the fighter jet guards being struck on the ground, to open the door, Cloudwing entered with a datapad in his arm.
He bowed briefly laying his wings down a little as a sign of submission and went over the red crystal line that went through the room like a carpet, halting before the stairs to the throne and bowed again.
"Greetings Cloudwing. How are you feeling? Have you brought me my daily reports?" Moondancers sharp vioce rang through the hall.
She took the data pad that was handed to her and scrolled through it lazily.
"Thank you Cloudwing. Now tell me my son, how are you? And how is prince Starscream doing? I rarely get out of this room and am hungry for news." She said, putting the datapad into the hands of her left wing Dead-aim.
"I am fine thank you. Concerning his highness... he is still very.. Impulsive... and knows exactly what he wants."
Moondancer quirked an optical ridge "He is just like his carrier, stubborn, proud and advenurous" she laughed.
"Mother, please!"
"What? Can't an old femme talk about her friend like she was still there? Oh, the old times.. She was like a daughter to me..."
A joor had passed and the sun was setting.
Having finally finished his lectures the pristine white-black-red-blue prince lay splayed on the large berth in their trineroom.
Each noble trine had one in addition to their respective quarters.
From outside the door he could hear faint voices.
"Seriously 'warp, you nearly offlined us. Next time you forget your count, just throw the damn thing."
"Aw, come on, it was funny! .. Sorta..."
"You're an idiot sometimes."
"'love you too~"
Then the door swished open. "Star! Star! We were playing with grenades today! It's sucks so much you were in detention."
Thundercracker rolled his optics for the umpteenth time. "You really should be glad you weren't there, he almost got us killed. It's a wonder none of us got damaged."
Starscream sat up, to look at his trinemates. "I was NOT in detention. I just caught up on my lectures. But I would have liked to see the faces of the others after the explosion"
The blue Seeker crossed his arms over his cockpit and eyed his trineleader again. "I think you have been acting a little strange lately. Are you really alright?"
Skywarp flung himself to Starscreams side and snuggled up to the other "Yea.. Care to tell us what's wrong?"
"It's nothing, really. I have just been bored lately. The everyday life is killing me, I want something interesting again."
"I know what's interesting! And I've always been curious about it. I mean, the rumours you hear have to come from something~" Skywarp chirped happily, while Thundercracker brought his hand to his face in an annoyed way.
"Oh this can't be good."
"-Kaon! Come on guys, we have to go there! There are grounders, and gladiatoral arenas! And other stuff! Please?"
Whipping out his arms in frustration Thundercracker stared unbelieving at his black-purple trinemate. "You can't be serious! We are definetly not going to Kaon!"
"Actually..." Starscream spoke
" I would love to go."
TBC...
I'm also dividing the seekers in groups.
Space Shuttles - like Skyfire
Fighter jets - like Dreadwing
Coneheads - like Ramjet
Air Superiority jets (will only be called seekers) - like Starscream
Stealth jets - smaller jets, no example
I hope you enjoyed the prologue.
Critique is very welcome, but please keep it constructive.