Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers
Summary: Starts right in the middle of the battle of Chicago after the prologue, random plat bunny that was starting to hurt if I didn't write.
Ok, just finished watching the Devil Wears Prada and am using the "xxxxx" character of Miranda Presley as basis or Mearing's attitude problem...
Prologue, Part One
Perfect by Nature
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Iacon
Tall, powerful...
Impressive
The glistening white metal was shining under the radiant white green sun, Alacritus it was called, one of a dozen suns, rivaling the thirteen moons.
Nox and Strages, the red and dark maroon suns were competing with one another, they were considered the "twin suns" and rarely were seen more than a few decalinks from their solar waves mixing with one another's.
Creating a very radiation filled area of space that could kill a cybertronian on contact.
Praestringo, the "ice sun" was a white star, and it was just beginning to circle the lower horizon, its moon twin Glacailis peeking from the opposite side.
Adsertur Prime sighed in fond wonder as he trekked from the transport, heading to the next one just inside Iacon's Council Gate, this transport took him directly to the High Council Pavilion, there was a day of minor requests and complaints to be tended to from civilians, and Adsetur would really hope the requests pile was larger than the complaints pile on his desk when he entered his office.
There were Thirteen Primes in the Council, as well as their matching Thirteen Lord Protectors. The head pair of this set up was currently Lord High Protector Arco Lepidus, and Vortex Prime.
Adsertur stepped from the transport and headed up the elegant stairs that edged up towards the office sections of the Pavilion, a hidden entrance behind the Tower of Pion. The halls were spotted with errand drones, a few secretaries, and civilians, all dipping their heads respectfully to the Prime.
There was unsurprisingly an uneven pair of stacks of datapads waiting for him, and guess which one was taller...
The complaints were from lower class workers, the economy was fluxuating a bit and setting cybertronians' neurals on end.
Adsertur sat down and began working through them, only pausing to nod to his secretary as she passed him and removed the completed data pads and dropped off a few more late arrivals.
The Prime worked for several joors without truly moving from his desk.
Until a sleek purple, mahogany, and soft blue-green femme slid inside his office from the window behind him, her paint job a myriad of interlocking line waves, mimicking the waves in a spark.
"Good Morning Sire."
"How much did it cost this time?"
The femme pouted adorably before reaching around his shoulders to remove the data pad in his servos, carefully moving the others to a nearby empty shelf and replacing them with two cubes of energon and herself as she sat cross legged on the desk.
"Oh please, I have my own credits Sire, and it wasn't that expensive at all since the purple and teal were already there as it is...now will you take a break and get some energon?"
Adsertur went to agree with her until his public com link flashed.
"Vector Prime to Adsertur Prime, formally requesting a reply."
"Adsertur Prime replying."
"Sorry my friend, my second youngest is here and has been begging me to do that all morning, are we still on for lunch?"
Adsertur groaned, looking to the femme on his desk.
"Do you mind my daughter accompanying us? She just turned up to spend time with me."
"As long as you don't mind my sons, their Creator dropped them off a few breems ago."
Adsertur chuckled, "I shall meet you down there in a few kliks."
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Vector Prime in his gold yellow and black armor was chatting calmly with a Corps recruiter while his oldest son stood listening politely and intently.
The red and blue youngling also with them was bouncing on his peds, optics jumping around at the appealing design of the Council Pavilion.
"Hail Vector Prime! My your sons are well crafted."
Vector dismissed the recruiter with a nod before turning to the approaching pair of cybertronians.
"Good to see you Adsertur, and who is this fine, lovely femme?"
Adsertur's daughter giggled coyly, hiding her mouth plates behind a delicately painted servo while extending the other.
"Oh don't flatter her Vector, she's hot-headed enough as it is, this is my daughter Laixial."
"A pleasure Laixial, these are two of my sons, Magnus and Orion Pax."
Magnus politely shook Laixial's servo, ducking his head once more in humble patience.
Laixial kneeled to be at optic level with Orion, the shorter mech beaming happily as he watched his huge father.
"Why hello Orion Pax, I'm Laixial, but you can call me Ia, my friends do that."
Orion blushed slightly at the much older femme talking to him alone, "Y-you can call me Orion, as long s it's not Ori...that's what Megsy does..."
Laixial smiled, "Will do Orion, wanna have lunch with me?"
The little mech nodded with a wide smile.
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The five cybertronians sat enjoying their cubes of low-grade, different flavors for Orion and Laixial, standard for Magnus, and slightly caffeinated for the Primes.
"Sire! I'm so sorry, the Academy thought I had forged the note to get out for lunch, and then Maximus wanted to talk to me about the recruitment test to the Engineering lab and the-oh-..."
Vector rolled his optics before motioning for his oldest to sit in the empty seat between himself and Orion, Magnus had politely taken the seat next to Laixial who sat next to her Sire.
"Hi, who are you?"
The silver and red mech ducked his head sheepishly before mumbling a response.
Orion interrupted and performed introductions, "This is my brother Megatron, he's the oldest and the greatest!"
Magnus looked up at that, optics narrowing slightly.
Laixial chuckled, "I'm Laxial, but call me Ia, Adsertur's my Sire."
Megatron met her gaze and couldn't stop staring at her violet optics, "W-why shorten such a beautiful designation?"
Laixial blushed, giggling before excusing herself briefly, the two Primes were oblivious to their offspring, especially when Laixial returned with a platter or rust sticks and coolant icing bowls.
"Here mechs, let's celebrate with the only legal way for us younger cybertronians."
The four dug into the sweets, Orion especially while Megatron nibbled on a rust stick, watching the gorgeous femme laugh and tease Orion much like an older sister would...
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Laixial was always freeing herself from the Academy's lessons by studying with her father and the scholars within the High Council Pavilion, and Megatron began copying her idea when his forged notes were officially discovered.
The two met up as often as they could, just becoming great friends until in one vorn where the Academy classes were invited to attend a minor Council meeting and watch the leaders in action.
Megatron was sitting with his class, watching Orion across the council chamber fidget in between two other little mechs. Magnus' class had gone through the day before, and there was one more class suppposed to be joining Orion's and Megatron's.
Who knew it would have been Laixial's class, mostly of femmes that twittered as they entered and took their places, blushing at the older mech's.
The Primes began running through a mock session, asking questions of the students and inviting a few younger ones to help them, most of the Primes didn't mind the younglings there, the rest were indifferent, the Protectors were more interested in watching the older students, all at the rebellious phase just before they matured and graduated from the Academy
Meatron was half listening to his Sire ramble on about some procedure that the mech had said before when Laixial coughed softly.
She wasn't trying to get his attention, or anyone's for that matter, in fact the coughing grew to the point it was almost over powering Vector Prime's voice before the femme began retching, heaving for air to flow into her intakes as she struggled to control her systems.
Adsertur turned to watch her as the teachers moved forward, but not in time as Laixial purged violently, the fuel tinged with sickly green.
Something was seriously wrong.
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Megatron sneaked out of his families VIP quarters in Iacon that night, waiting until Vector settling in his office to work after the younglings' Creator was asleep.
Orion was deep in recharge in his bunk, Magnus just as out of it as Megatron slid out the window.
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The hospital halls were quiet, a few visitors flitting around in between medics and technicians as Megatron slipped inside Laixial's room.
The femme was in recharge, but Megatron just left the delicate glass flower he'd made for her in her loosely open servo before glancing at her chart at the end of her medical berth.
Causarius Systemex
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Vorns passed, and Laixial was in and out of treatments, but the connection between her and Megatron only grew stronger.
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Magnus was in the Corps in the fateful Vorn everything happened, Orion was in the upper Academy studying literature, while Megatron was busy studying engineering and in the Corps upper levels training regimes. Laixial was starting to recover more than she had before and Megatron finally decided to speak with Adesertur personally.
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"...in final Sir, I ask for the formal permission to court your daughter Laxial, with all the duty and respect she deserves and I swear to represent my family's duty as eldest son of Vector Prime."
Adsertur rolled his optics, "One, after I answer you, you are dismissed and will not come again to speak with me about this. Two, permission denied."
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Whether Adsertur liked or not Megatron ignored his verdict, courting Laixial on the side in between his duties and her treatments of a never ending fight with her disease.
This all happened until Laixial went terminal, and was fully dying...
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There were three ways to become a Prime, to be chosen, to petition with the High Council to replace an elder or Sire, or to outright ask...the third was the dumbest and least likely to succeed.
Yet Megatron was about to try.
Okay let's see where this story leads us shall we...