AN: Okay so new story.
So this takes place in Pre-war Cybertron so there's not going to be any humans, but it does take place in the Prime universe, I thought it would be an interesting idea to expand on some of the con's pasts…and voila! Like 8 new transformers OCs were created.
Past relationships:
Megatron/ Aphrodite (OC)
Starscream/ Greenblade (OC)
Soundwave/ Duskwalker (OC)
Shockwave/ Acidlightning (OC)
Breakdown/ Scarletcloud (OC)
Knock Out/ Dayrise (OC)
Dreadwing/ Metalstorm (OC)
Skyquake/ Toxic Waste (OC)
Current relationships:
Megatron/ Starscream
Soundwave/ Shockwave
Breakdown/ Knock Out
Dreadwing/ Skyquake-Brotherly relationship
Okay sorry for the intro type thing any way on to le story.
I don't own transformers the idea belongs to Hasbro and Takara
I only own the OCs and plot.
The night shift on the Nemesis was somewhat peaceful, on the scale of peaceful for an alien warship. As it drifted lazily across the barren, frozen landscape of the Tundra, the Eradicons and Vehicons hustled to their workstation for the beginning of their shift or walked leisurely with co-workers to their quarters for rest or the mess hall for energon.
Among the working troops the lone warlord stayed stark still among the movement, in his classic stance standing and staring off into the vase expanse of space with his servos clasped behind his back. Nobot bothered to ask him anything, knowing that it might end badly if their master was in one of his moods, so Megatron was left standing undisturbed, right up until the last Eradicon shut down the console to conserve energon, but leaving the alarm on giving the bridge a slight blue glow.
So lost in thought the warlord was not aware of the sudden entrance of a very lithe mech, the opening and closing of the automatic doors giving a soft hiss. The scarlet optics of the newcomer searched for any straggling troopers, noting that there were none he walked up to Megatron and put a comforting hand on the warlord's upper arm.
"Come Megatron, it is late in the night cycle. Or early in the day cycle, depends on which way you look at it. But besides the statistics you need rest and energon, I doubt you've refuelled since late this morning." Starscream said quietly, softly nudging the dazed warlord towards the door.
"I don't need a sparkling sitter Star' I can take care of myself, you of all bots should know that." Megatron replied finally becoming more aware of his surroundings.
"I know that but you've been standing here for several joor**, it was getting a little worrisome, we don't want the troops thinking that their leader is a daydreamer easily taken out during his time of weakness." Starscream pointed out.
"Right…I wasn't daydreaming. And do think any of the troops would even try that?" Megatron asked with a raised brow ridge
"Then what were you doing, because to any outsider it would look like daydreaming." Starscream said opening their shared quarters by punching in their code.
2-3-2-5-4-1-9-0-7-6
As the duo walked through their quarter's living space they grabbed their energon and made their way to the berth-room, settling down Starscream suddenly turned to face Megatron and stared at him with knowing red optics.
"Okay I know something is on your processor, and this isn't the first time you've acted like this, so spill." Starscream said leaving no room for argument.
"What….?" Megatron looked at his mate like he grew a second head.
"It's a human phrase, but that's no the point." Starscream said nonchalantly.
"Alright, you have fun with that, but yes I cannot recharge tonight for the same reason as all the other times on this cycle." Megatron replied with a distant look.
"And why is that? If you don't mind me asking, if you tell me I will tell you something have not told anybot for several millennia." Starscream suggested.
Heaving a hefty ex-vent Megatron gathered the rest of his tattered restraint, digging deep in his memory core. Bringing up things that he would have liked to have purged many vorn** ago, but by doing that he would have desecrated her memory and everything she stood for. No matter how much it hurt his spark to think of that femme, his past lover, he would not get rid of her memory totally.
"It is the cycle** my past lover Aphrodite offlined, she said that she had something important to tell me the earlier in the day but never got to." Megatron said successfully keeping the tremble out of his voice.
"Why does that name sound so familiar?" Starscream pondered to himself.
"She was the champion femme gladiator of the Tarn arena." Megatron added.
"Oh yes I remember her now, she quite something. Now that I know what's on our mind I'll keep my half of the deal, my bond-mate to be Greenblade went missing during one of her explorations of an organic planet, turns out she was carrying three little sparks barley into the first gestation period." Starscream said, clearly trying to hold back the pain from his lose.
"Come we must recharge, we will continue this conversation later, we don't want the Autoscum thinking that we're getting soft now do we?" Megatron said with a lighter tone.
Lying down on the berth, and stretching out Megatron was soon joined by a comfortable and familiar weight on his chassis, as Starscream curled up snuggling close then falling into recharge with Megatron not that far behind.
In another room on the Nemesis Breakdown worked on repeating a training exercise on a malleable padding hanging in the center of the room, having injured his arm in the most recent battle. Once Knock Out had replaced the amputated limb, he had given Breakdown several workouts to keep his lover in optimal condition. Speaking of his lover Breakdown spotted the unique scarlet armor from the corner of his one working optic.
Draping a drying cloth over Breakdown's head once he walked in, making sure no one would be coming in he gestured Breakdown to sit next to him as he pulled out to cubes of high-grade. After a while of silence and sipping their high-grade Knock Out finally broke the silence.
"Seems a bit late to start on exercising that new arm of yours."
"I know but I won't be able to recharge tonight," Breakdown responded.
"Oh? And why is that?" Knock Out asked red halos wide with interest.
"During the fight today me and Bulkhead stumbled upon the topic of somebot I would have liked to have forgotten several vorn ago, to just let go of her when she offlined." Breakdown said with an ex-vent.
"Oh, I think I know who you're talking about, your past lover, Scarletcloud? Right?" Knock said remembering the femme that Breakdown mentioned on certain occasions.
"Yes her." Breakdown replied.
"I actually don't know a lot about this femme, she seems like quite the bot." Knock Out said directing his attention to the high ceiling.
"I'll tell you about her, if I mean…. If you want to hear about her." Breakdown said turning to face his lover.
"I'd like that, and in return I'll tell you something about my past with Dayrise." Knock Out tilting his head to match the gaze.
"Isn't that femme now the bond-mate of that Autobot Skyfire? I remember seeing her around the base from time to time." Breakdown asked surprised that Knock Out was involved with an Autobot.
"I'll tell you the events leading up the present all in good time, my dear Breakdown but now we must recharge no excuses doctor's orders." Knock Out chided when it looked like Breakdown was going to protest, but let Knock Out have his way and followed him from the training room to their quarters.
Punching in the code.
1-9-0-3-4-2-2-2-6-8
Entering the small styled apartment, fumbling in the dark to get to the berth room. Finally finding the door to the berth-room and settling down both mechs drifted off into recharge.
Standing on the landing strip at the rear of the Nemesis, one of the two bothers stood still in the bitter cold winter wind of the unforgiving Tundra. Dreadwing stood at the very edge just a few meters away from a long drop. He didn't make any movements forwards nor did he make any movements to move away. Dreadwing didn't even acknowledge the entrance of his once thought dead spark twin, Skyquake had put their twin bond into good use ever since he arrived on the Nemesis.
Constantly pestering the older twin with his insistent pokes across the bond, so much so that Dreadwing was tempted to close the bond. Then in the silence of the wind Dreadwing heard the tell-tale pede steps of his frame type. As his twin went to stand beside him, the familiar EM fields intertwining sharing the similar feelings of guilt, for what they couldn't have saved.
"You miss her to, don't you?" Dreadwing asked his twin.
"Of course, I do Dreadwing I failed her and I failed my sparkling the moment I turned around to aid Lord Megatron." Skyquake replied angrily
"I know you are not the only one at fault here, I to failed my family unit." Dreadwing confessed.
"Wait, Metalstorm was carrying?" Skyquake asked shocked.
"Indeed she was; I heard from Metalstorm that Toxic Waste was carrying a mech and a femme." Dreadwing said to his twin.
"She Knew..?" mentally kicking himself for the stupid question, of course Metalstorm knew, she and Toxic Waste were split spark twins like themselves.
"But right now, and here is not the ideal place to speak of such matters, come brother let us retire to our quarters we do not want to be too lax when those Autobots decide to strike." Dreadwing said leading his twin off the landing strip.
Making their way that held the ranking officers' quarters' three levels above the bridge, the twins like everyone else would always get quite the view from the large floor to ceiling windows. As the howling wind pressed unwavering against the Nemesis, the windows went unaffected against the below zero temperature. Entering their own code
7-7-0-1-0-4-4-2-9-2
The two brothers entered their own small apartment, consisting of two storage areas, an eating space and kitchen, a master berth-room, two offices, and a living area equipped with a couch, and vid-screen. Whatever the troops wanted from Cybertron they had to bring for themselves, such as the Cybertronian literature and arts that Dreadwing was so found of, or the weights and sitcoms Skyquake liked to occupy his time with.
Each apartment were around the same size for each ranking officer on this floor, unless there were modifications needed to accommodate said mech living in it. The only exception was that Megatron's quarters were obviously larger, due to the fact that he is the leader of the Decepticons.
Entering their berth-room the two brothers laid themselves down on the large berth that was capable of handling bother their weight and size comfortably. The duo fell into recharge with the comfort of feeling the other half of their spark near by.
Standing at the wall length window in their berth-room Shockwave heaved a heavy ex-vent as he felt the spindly servos of his mate slowly easing the tension out of his shoulders. Having a heavy cannon as a hand at all time had put a lot of strain on his shoulder, his systems constantly trying to keep his center of balance even. As well as the fact that no matter how hard he tried Shockwave couldn't fall into recharge that night.
Maybe it was the fact that he came across the files he thought he destroyed a long time ago or the fact that this cycle would mark one of the many creation days she would have had if she was still alive. Noting his mate's distress Soundwave pinged him for a private conversation via link-up, once they were comfortably linked and resting on the berth Soundwave was blunt and wanted a straight forwards answer.
'Soundwave: Inquiry.' The asker said in his deep, rich, baritone.
'Yes, what is it?' Shockwave asked through their mental link.
'Shockwave: does something ail you?'
'Yes, and no, its just some painful memories that I can deal with.'
'Shockwave: doesn't have to do it alone.'
'I appreciate the notion 'Wave but it's…. Complicated' Shockwave tried to explain cursing at the lack of emotions he could use to explain his predicament.
'Soundwave: Willing to listen, and willing to tell Shockwave something in return.'
'Alright, sounds fair. I guess since I brought it up first I'll tell you first. This cycle would mark the time for my former lover's creation date; Acidlightning was a one of a kind femme that I was lucky enough to meet.' Shockwave said
'Soundwave: Knows where Shockwave is coming from, I too have lost a lover to the civil; war. Duskwalker was very important to me, and I lost her in the very beginning of this civil war.'
'I see, it seems that everyone has their own demons that haunt them at night. Come we must recharge' Shockwave said disengaging the up-link.
Turning on the safety for his cannon, it would be rather awkward trying to explain to Megatron about how he managed to shoot his TIC. Turning to face Soundwave, who was in the process of removing his mask and placing it on the table beside the berth. No matter how many times Shockwave saw it he would never get tired of seeing Soundwave's slim features, and optics a mix of purple, white, and red. Slight scarring was to be expected, but besides that Soundwave's face was almost flawless.
Moving to wrap his good hand around Soundwave' waist to drag him in closer, not resisting Soundwave let Shockwave pull him into an embrace, finding the spark beat of his mate rather soothing. Soon enough both bots were in recharge.
So the first chapter of my new story hope you like it.
I'll be updating DCE hopefully this week as well.
Review are much appreciated, drop one and tell me what you think :D