So...this is my first Transformers story. I intended it to be one chapter but it was getting WAY TO LONG! So it's now going to be cut into chapters. I'm sorry if I get some things wrong. If I miss something important please let me know so I can fix it, the rest of it is just from my twisted imagination! This story is MAINLY G1 but it will contain things from other generations. (Like Random!Blitzwing because let's face it, Random is just too awesome to not include.) So...enjoy!
~Nanoklik - 1 second
~Klik - 1.2 minutes
~Breem - 8.3 minutes
~Groon - 1 hour
~Joor - 6 hours
~Solar-Cycle - 1 day
~Orn - 1 month
~Stellar Cycle - 1 year
~Vorn - 83 years
Slag it...this is stupid...
Ugh...I mean, my designation is Starscream, not 'Star', not 'Screamer' and most certainly NOT 'Flyboy' (Yes, I'm looking at YOU, you damn twins.)
And this is...a journal? Diary? No no no...an autobiography.
I guess.
Anyway, the reason WHY I'm writing this pile of slag is because the stupid Medic said it would "Help to get everything off my chassis without blowing up anybot, and to help deal with some of the pain I've gone through."
I was going to refuse but then my mate, (MY OWN SPARKMATE!) said it would be a good idea and I should just do it.
I'm not doing this right now.
I'm back...again.
Stupid lousy Sparkmates think they know everything...
I guess I'm supposed to start with my Sparklinghood?
Now, unlike the pathetic fleshies of this planet, a Cybertronian never really forgets anything. All memories stay with us, though the less important memories are stored way back in our processors while the stronger ones (Both good and bad, joy.) are remembered more clearly. It's just a matter of finding the memory you want and activating it.
Ummm...well...my Sire was a Mech named Starwipe and my Carrier was a Femme named Brightbeam. I was with them for a few Stellar-cycles before they got themselves blown up.
I don't care if that sounds cold, it's true. I didn't get a chance to know them so I really don't care. Anyway, like all orphaned Sparklings I was sent to a communal care system, (A slag heap if I ever saw one) and waited to be adopted.
To bad I was stuck in Vos.
Vos was...well, it used to be a great place to live. It was calm, peaceful, safe...a sanctuary for all flyers, especially Seekers.
Then the fragging Council got it in their processors that Seekers were dangerous and began to strip my kind of nearly every single right we had.
They turned Vos into a living Pit.
Crime rates skyrocketed, poverty, starvation, disease. They tore EVERYTHING away from us and left us to rust!
They thought that these new laws would subdue us, make us less likely to rise up.
Heh.
What a bunch of fools.
How does that human saying go? "You can only strike a dog so many times before it bites back?"
But...I'm getting a head of myself.
Anyway-
For Sparks sake, what does Skywarp want NOW?
Well, that was a few Groons I'll never get back.
I love Skywarp (As a Trinemate only!) but sometimes he really grates on my circuits.
Right, where was I? Oh yes, Sparklinghood.
So, I never was adopted but unlike most of the pitiful creatures stuck in Vos I wasn't about to roll over and accept my fate! I began to collect any data I could get my servos on, especially science. Science...fascinates me. I don't know how else to explain it. To learn everything and anything about the universe around us, to find solutions to our problems, to study and learn to make ourselves and our lives better...
Bah. I'm getting soft.
So I studied until my processor fried until I reached adulthood and pawned off some items my Sire and Carrier had left me for new plating and everything. Blah blah blah...
Eventually I caught the attention of the Academy and was accepted in.
Bleh, I can remember how excited I was, all "bright-eyed and bushy-tailed" as the humans say. (Even though humans don't HAVE tails.)
Well, those happy feelings didn't last long. No one liked me, in fact, they all treated me like I was toxic waste.
The fraggers.
Everybot could see how smart I was (And still am thank you very much!) and they started to suck every last bit of talent and joy out of me.
I hated it only after a few Vorns.
But I wasn't about to give up. Oh no, I'd show them who was better!
Actually...I retract an earlier statement. There was one other bot that was nice to me.
Skyfire.
...Damn it all! I need some high-grade before I start this part...
Right...Skyfire...
Slag, why do I have to do this part?
Skyfire was...is my best friend. We met at the Academy and became friends due to the fact that we were both interested in science and we were both bullied.
Me, because I was a Seeker and Skyfire because he was big and soft-spoken.
We did everything together; worked together, studied together, explored together...
Explored...
Skyfire and I were sent on an exploration...to Galaxy C-29A321. It was a very little explored galaxy, the only information we had on it was that it contained its own sun and there were several planets orbiting it. We were both drawn to a blue-and-brown planet and decided to gather information about it.
This planet is now blue-and-green and called Earth.
I wish we had never gone there...
While exploring the polar region of the planet a storm swept through, separating Skyfire and I.
He...he sent me static laced cries for help...and I did my best to find him...
I fared better in the harsh weather due to my smaller size and sleeker design, being a large and somewhat bulky Shuttle Skyfire didn't...
After some time I lost contact with him...I searched and searched and searched...
But there was nothing he was...gone.
Hysterical, I left that Primus forsaken planet and returned to Cybertron to gather a rescue party.
Those...BASTARDS!
The council didn't listen to a WORD I said! NOTHING! They deemed that I had MURDERED my friend and left his frame to RUST! Then those SLAGGERS kicked me out of the Academy and I was stuck in VOS! AGAIN!
hgrwu;obhnn;eviuhgw;gv ARGH!
I NEED TO GO BLOW SOMETHING UP!
Okay...I'm calm again...
Heh. I think I scared those damn twins. Serves them right.
Ratchet won't be happy to learn that I sent Red Alert into stasis lock again...heh.
Oops.
Okay so stuck back in Vos...rusting slowly...going out of my processor...
Then I met Megatron.
...
You know what?
Slag this! I REFUSE to do anymore of this STUPID POINTLESS THERAPY!
*CRASH!*
*Fzzzzzzzt*
Slag this. Slag this datapad. Slag that stupid Medic. Slag therapy. Slag everything!
(Note to self, do NOT throw the Medic's datapads around unless you want a WRENCH to the FACEPLATES!)
I don't want to do this...
The Medic threatened to weld my wings together if I didn't continue.
My Mate owes me so much for continuing with this drivel.
...Right.
Megatron.
Ugh.
I'm going to keep this short since everybot knows HIS fraggin' story.
So as I was rusting away in Vos the peaceful protests were starting to get more and more violent as more and more Seekers joined the Decepticons; being promised Energon, a warm berth, medical care, and equal rights.
I had nothing going for me. I was kicked out of the Academy, branded a murderer, alone...
So I joined my fellow Seekers.
Battles...battles...battles...blah blah blah...
Then, I caught the interest of Megatron due to my superb flying abilities. Some time later, I was made Air Commander.
Oh happy days. I finally had purpose in life again, a chance to make a difference!
Everything was going great! I met Skywarp and Thundercracker and they became my Trinemates, built up a reputation, and even became the Decepticon SIC.
Then Megatron completely lost his processor.
DATAPAD VOICE RECORDING: ACTIVATED
"SKYWARP! WHAT THE FRAG DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"
"Hey, what's this Screamer? OH I KNOW! IT'S YOUR DIARY! HAHAHAHA!"
"Slag you! It is not! Give it back!"
*Crash! Bang! Crash!*
"IT SO IS! HAHAHAHA! Dear Diary, today I couldn't help but SWOON over my Sparkmates buff arms~! He's so handsome and I wanna interface with him all night long! Ahahahahah!"
"SKYWARP YOU GLITCH HEAD! IT DOES NOT SAY THAT!"
"Does so~!"
"What's going on in here?"
"THUNDERCRACKER! TELL YOUR IDIOTIC MATE TO GIVE! ME! BACK! MY! DATAPAD!"
"It's his diary, TC~!"
"His...what?"
"ARGH SHUT UP!"
*CRASH! CRASH! CRUNCH!*
"AHHHHH! That was my servo!"
"You know better than to get Starscream going, 'Warp."
"Frag you! Who's side are you on anyway?"
"SKYWARP! GET DOWN FROM THERE AND GIVE ME MY DATAPAD!"
"Hmmmm...nu-uh!"
"SKYWARP! I SWEAR TO HOLY PRIMUS IF YOU WARP I'LL-"
*ZzzzzzztPOP!*
"Heheheheh...my Datapad now~! Let's take a read!"
*Stomp stomp stomp stomp BANG!*
"TC YOU TRAITOR!"
"Sorry 'Warp..."
"Ehehehe...Star...Star...p-put down the null-rays! W-we can talk about this!"
*Zrrrrrrrrrr!*
"Oh slag..."
*FweeeeeeeeBANG!*
*Zzzzzzt...ffffffshhhh...crshhhhhh...*
Damn you Skywarp! Damn you to the Pit!
I can't erase that utter STUPIDITY without getting rid of EVERYTHING! And let me tell you, I REFUSE to write this all AGAIN!
So I shot the little moron, so what? He'll live...thank Primus this Datapad didn't explode.
*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!*
...What? Damn it! This datapad is running out of space? CURSE YOU SKYWARP! NOW I NEED TO GET A NEW ONE!
