Author's Note: Filia is the sequel to Ancillam. If you have not read Ancillam yet than do so immediately or else you will be very confused.
Filia is filled with violent rapes, brothels, prostitution, suspense, gruesome/graphic torture and fighting, drinking, robot drugs, addiction, interfacing, BDSM, family drama, and slash. You have been warned.
Have some tissues at the ready as you read for this story will be an emotional roller coaster. And please fav, leave reviews, and share!
Cybertronian Units of Time (according to IDW):
Astrosecond ≈ .273 of a second
Breem ≈ 8.3 minutes
Cycle ≈ 1 hour 15 minutes
Decacycle ≈ 3 weeks
Joor ≈ hour
Klik ≈ 1.2 minutes
Megacycle ≈ 93 hours
Orbital cycle ≈ 1 Earth day
Orn ≈ 13 days
Stellar cycle ≈ 7.5 months
Vorn ≈ 83 years
Disclaimer: The Transformers universe, names, and characters are property of Hasbro.
OCs are created by me for the sole purpose of this story and any names or scenes similar to other fanfics are simply coincidental. Any ideas or names intentionally taken from other fanfics will be noted at the beginning of any chapters to which the occurrence shall take place.
Enjoy. :)
Chapter 1
Twenty-two Stellar Cycles (≈13.75 Earth Years) After the Ending of Ancillam:
(Dawnstar is approximately 15-16 years old compared to humans.)
The door to the shop opened alerting the clerk to his newest customers. The large, green skinned alien smiled a toothy grin, a clawed hand pushing back the thick hair growing from the top of his head.
"Greetings!" He called to them as he stepped out from behind the counter. "How can I help you, today?"
"Just looking." One of the customers replied with a smirk.
"Cybertronians, right? Thought so. You are taller than those Ammonites and are more colorful."
"For the most part, at least." The metal being said as he idly looked at the merchandise placed on the shelves.
"Don't see too many of your kind around here. What brings you to my store, if I may ask?"
The one Cybertronian just smiled, his blood red optics still studying the object his servos were holding. "Passing by. Thought I would stop to see if there was something unique for a special someone."
The green alien only broadened his smile. "Oh, you have a special lady in your life?" He chuckled.
"Yes, two actually."
"Two?"
"My mate and my daughter."
"Congrats! I have two of my own daughters. Change your world, don't they?"
"Astronomically."
"So, is this shopping trip for her?"
"Yes. I promised her whenever I would be absent for prolonged periods of time I would bring something back to her to make up for it. Thought I would try someplace not on Cybertron for once."
"Hey, from one father to another, how about a discount on whatever you choose. Raising a child in a time of war is difficult enough, let alone financially supporting them. And with how you guys fight, it has to be incredibly hard."
The Cybertronian just smiled. "You're too kind. It's not the finances that concern me, just her safety." His servos finally landed on a large chunk of pink, glimmering crystals. He held it to his faceplates, studying it for a moment. "Pink was her favorite color."
"Fifty percent off for the loving father." The organic alien grinned.
"You take Shanix?"
"I do."
"I'll take it." The Cybertronian said as he summoned the required amount of currency and handed it to the clerk.
"Pleasure doing business with you, and tell your daughter that ol' Garnash says 'hi.'"
"I shall."
"Nice meeting you… What is your name again?"
"My designation is Seeker Starscream of Vos. Second in Command and Air Commander of the Decepticons."
Garnash's eyes widened. "Dec-Decepticons?" He stuttered.
"You're lucky you take Shanix. Skywarp, Thundercracker, I'm done here. Let's return to the ship." Starscream said abruptly as he walked away, his thruster heels clacking loudly.
Garnash just dumbly watched as some of the most feared and hated beings in the galaxy left his small shop, nothing broken and his life still his. He swallowed, having a tale he was going to share with the entire planet.
The clicking of stiletto heels sounded in the corridors of the Nemesis as they were accompanied by several pairs of loudly clanking thruster heels.
"Nacelle, I expect a full report of your reconnaissance mission on my desk by 1900 planetary time." Moonstar commanded.
"Yes, ma'am." The Seeker replied.
"Hotlink, I want you and your trinemates to patrol the area and ensure Astrotrain has a safe path to us."
"It will be done." Hotlink gave a nod of his helm.
"Red Wing, prepare the lift tower for my Conjunx Endura's arrival."
"Yes, ma'am."
The Seekers all walked off in their own direction to fulfill the orders of their commander's mate. Acid Storm and Sandstorm walking in formation behind her, never getting too close or too far from the femme.
"Acid Storm, where is my daughter?" Moonstar inquired of him, not once looking back or stopping in her walk.
"She was last spotted in the training room, ma'am." He answered.
"Of course. No one has informed her of Starscream's return, correct?"
"Negative, ma'am."
Moonstar smiled. "Good. I want it to be a surprise. That slagger has been gone for nearly two stellar cycles. He better have completed whatever the frag he was up to."
"If he's returning it's because he has. He never leaves a project uncompleted." Sandstorm replied.
"Hmm, well, he better just stay here with us or else." She grinned, trying to contain her excitement for seeing her significant other again.
Moonstar neared the Control Room when the clacking of running thruster heels sounded, getting louder as it neared.
"Mom! Hey, I've been looking for you."
"I've been looking for you too, Dawnstar." Moonstar turned around to face her adolescent daughter who now stood beside her.
"Why? Gonna put me to work?" She smirked just like her sire, her servos resting on her hips as she slightly leaned forward like he did as well.
She looked so much like him, not just that she was a Seeker built, but her visage appeared to simply be a femme version of the Air Commander. She was thinner than most Seeker femmes, just as Starscream was thinner than most Seeker mechs, and she carried herself just as her sired did. She was black with red streaks and highlights on her torso, arms, and legs, and red lines on her brilliant wings. Her inner plates were silver, and she had some hints of blue on her lower wings and pelvic area. A mixture of her creators' paintjobs, but was more of her sire in her built.
She was slightly shorter than average Seeker femmes due to her carrier's height, and her thruster heels were a bit taller and thinner. Her arms and legs were also skinnier, just like Moonstar's.
But despite her abnormalities compared to other Seeker femmes, one look at her faceplates and how she moved and it was obvious she was Starscream's creation. Even her magenta optics glowed like his blood red ones.
"I might just do that." Moonstar smiled. "How about you come with me to the top of the lift tower. Astrotrain is inbound with supplies and it would be nice to get some help."
"Do I look like a grounder?" Dawnstar waved her servo in the same way Skywarp did when he was acting like a diva.
Moonstar snickered. "You are no longer allowed around Skywarp."
"Aw, come on, Skywarp's awesome!" Dawnstar smiled.
"He is pretty awesome. That's why your sire trined him." Moonstar replied as she started to walk away.
"Speaking of which: When is that afthead getting back? He's been gone for almost two stellar cycles now! I miss him." Dawnstar said as she walked alongside her carrier.
"Hopefully soon. He is busy so I am not sure." Moonstar smoothly lied to her.
"Ugh," She vented a dramatic sigh. "I think I'm going to punch him when he gets back just to get him to stop leaving."
"If everything goes well we should be able to return to Cybertron soon. I can't wait to be home and show you everything. Almost everything is destroyed, but in time it will all be rebuilt."
"As long as he stops leaving us, I don't really care."
The femmes and their armed escorts entered the elevator of the lift tower and rode it up. When they arrived to the summit, they were greeted by a clear, sunny day and several crewmechs waiting for Astrotrain's arrival. Dawnstar leaned against the wall next to the elevator's door and crossed her arms as she waited.
It was nearly a breem later until the purple shuttle appeared being escorted by Hotlink, Sunstorm, and Bitstream. The triplechanger touched down on the landing platform and lowered his entrance ramp. A few Decepticons exited, most carrying a crate or something with them as the awaiting crewmechs on the lift tower entered the shuttle to bring more crates out.
Dawnstar idly watched, not really caring about this common occurrence. Then, her optics widened and wings raised. She pushed herself off the wall and madly dashed towards the exit ramp of the triplechanger. She dodged crewmechs and cargo, never removing her optics from her target, even as static filled them and coolant threatened to leak out.
"DAD! DAD!"
She nearly knocked him over as she ran into his outstretched arms and tightly hugged him, coolant now flowing from her optics.
"Oh, my little princess. I missed you." He smiled as he held her close to him.
"You slagger. Why did you have to be gone so long?" She said softly as she fought back sobs, so overjoyed to see him again.
"I apologize, my dear. I never intended for it to be that long." He kissed her temple. "I missed you so much."
"I missed you, too."
"Hey, where's my hug?!"
Dawnstar pulled her helm away to see Skywarp and Thundercracker standing there, Skywarp with his lopsided smile and Thundercracker his small grin.
"I missed you too, 'Warp!" Dawnstar said as she finally released her sire and embraced the black and purple Seeker.
"Mmmm!" Skywarp excitedly squeezed her. "Primus, you've grown so much since I last saw you!"
"She refuses to stop." Moonstar said as she approached.
"Hello, my perfect Conjunx Endura." Starscream smirked his sexy smirk, his wings fluttering momentarily.
"Hello, my handsome hunk." Moonstar said before grasping his helm and capturing his lip plates in a hungry kiss.
"Mmmm, just as sweet as I remembered." He almost whispered the words.
"Wanna find out if everything else is just as sweet?" Moonstar said sexily.
"Mom, dad! Get a room!" Dawnstar exclaimed as she finished giving Thundercracker a hug.
"Slag no. Why go into a musty room when we have all the clean, cool air we're going to desperately need right here." Starscream suggestively said as he kept his optics on his mate, his one servo lowering to cup her aft.
"Ack, my optics!" Dawnstar quickly turned away. "Stop being so gross!"
"Hey, this 'gross' thing, as you call it, is what brought you into this world. So quit your glitching." Starscream riposted.
"I've walked in on you two, twice! I don't want to see anymore of it! And for Primus' sake, lock your door!"
"For Primus' sake, learn to knock! I thought you knew better?"
"Mom, dad's making fun of me, again!"
"Keep her out of this! This is between us!"
"You just don't like it when I get the Secret Weapon." Dawnstar smiled as she crossed her arms.
"She's not the 'Secret Weapon,' she's your living shield. Build a backstrut!"
"I'm not being a coward. It's a legitimate strategy!" Dawnstar declared.
"'Warp, push her off the edge."
"Okay!" Skywarp giggled as he did just that.
"Wha-? No-ahhhh!" Dawnstar screamed as she was unceremoniously shoved over the edge and fell.
"Primus, you guys are all sparklings." Moonstar rolled her optics despite the small smile on her faceplates as she started to walk away.
"That's why you love us." Skywarp giggled.
"It's true."
"And how have things been in my absen-" Starscream didn't get to finish for he was suddenly slammed into and forced over the edge by a streak of black and red.
"Primus, those two never stop." Moonstar smirked to herself, looking over the edge for a moment before resuming her departure.
The wind whipped by the Air Commander as he ungraciously plummeted. He kicked his "attacker" away before transforming and breaking the sound barrier. He was at Mach 3 in astroseconds, quickly ascending into the atmosphere. He was suddenly joined by a black and red F-16 Fighting Falcon, their wingtips almost touching. Without warning, the F-16 twisted about so that she was flying beneath him, their undercarriages almost touching. Dawnstar pressed against the F-15 Eagle, urging him to spin with her as they flew upwards. He did so, the two leaving spiraling contrails behind as they danced in the sky.
They flew until they could see the stars, then shut off their engines and gracefully fell, their nosecones pointing towards the earth. As they descended, they continued with their dance, their undercarriages pressed together. They didn't stop until the last possible moment before roaring their engines to life and barely miss crashing into the ocean. They flew so close to the water that they were being splattered by the waves their engines created.
Starscream pushed his engines to their full power, passing Mach 3 and reaching a speed his trinemates could barely keep up with. Dawnstar forced herself to reach her top speed, her nosecone inching pass his till she was a couple of feet ahead. They continued pushing themselves, desperate to pass the other, but it was as if they were frozen, locked in the same distance from each other.
Starscream edged ever so close to her and pressed his wingtip against hers. Then, he pulled up and ascended. Dawnstar followed him, both their systems overheating and inner fans working hard to cool off.
Suddenly, Starscream transformed and grabbed his creation as she flew by him. She transformed as well, their thruster heels slowing them down until they were just hovering, his arms wrapped around her in a hug to which she returned.
"I love you, Dawnstar." He said with a large smile, holding his precious daughter close.
"I love you too, daddy." She squeezed him a little tighter, so happy to be with him again.
He pulled away so that he see her. "Look at you, my little femmling is almost all grown up. Soon you won't need those additives anymore. Primus, you're already as tall as Moonstar."
"I'm an itsy bitsy bit taller than her, actually." She beamed, holding his larger servos in hers.
"Hmm, perhaps. You certainly fly better than her."
"That's only because I'm a Seeker built. She's still good at flying."
"Yes, but that's after stellar cycles of flying with my trine. You should have seen her prior to that."
"I wish I was as good at you."
"In time, my princess. You just have to keep practicing. How goes your fighting skills?"
"I'm getting better. I prefer guns over swords, though."
"You need to know how to use any weapon. Never know what may happen." He stated.
"Yeah, but I prefer it when you teach me." She smiled.
"We'll be able to have our training sessions every orbital cycle once again. Oh, before I forget: I got something for you."
"Dad, you don't have to get me anything. You being here is a good enough gift for me."
"I wanted to get you something." He then unsubspaced the pink crystals he had purchased and presented them to his femmling.
"Oh, dad, it's beautiful." Dawnstar gasped as she took the crystals, her optics a little wider.
"Course it's beautiful. Why would I ever get something that wasn't for my little femmling?" He smiled at her.
"Oh, stop it, daddy. I would ask what type of crystal it is, but then you would go on and on about stuff I don't understand."
"Hmm, perhaps you should read more."
"Perhaps you should learn how to speak Neocybex." She retorted.
He snorted a snicker. "Whatever am I going to do with you?"
"Probably whatever you decide to do with Skywarp." She smiled.
"Probably." He said before kissing her on the cheekplates. "So, what have you been up to while I was away?"
"Just the usual slag. Training, flying, downloading data, reading, watching movies, helping mom. You?"
"Sparkling-sitting Skywarp, and some other scrap concerning the future of Cybertron and the Decepticons. You know, same old boring slag."
"Mom said something about going to Cybertron if your work went well. Will we be going there soon?" She inquired.
He smirked at her. "We will, in fact, we will be moving to Cybertron in the near future. We have a substantial energy source and have been able to transport raw energon swiftly to Cybertron. Right now Shockwave and I are working on a way to have energon production moved back onto Cybertron via reactivating the-"
"Stop, you're about to go on one of your rambles again." Dawnstar held up a servo to silence him.
Starscream rolled his optics, his smirk still etched onto his handsome visage. "But I was getting to the best part!"
Dawnstar giggled as she hugged her sire. "You simply being here is the 'best part.'"
He swallowed as he hugged her back. "I love you, Dawnstar." He said so softly.
"I love you too, daddy."
"Why won't our creation stop growing? I want her to stay small." Starscream muttered as he lied across the couch with his helm in his mate's lap, who was sitting as she read a datapad, her one servo idly petting his helm.
"She can't stay small forever." Moonstar replied softly, her optics never removing from the datapad.
"It's not fair." He continued, his optics offline, just enjoying his time with his Conjunx Endura.
"Well, at least now you don't have to clean up after her or have to take her to a ball."
"Not clean up after her? The slag you talking about, femme? She leaves her trash everywhere! You'd think she never heard of disposal before."
"You know what I mean."
"Hmm, to be honest, I kinda miss those orbital cycles. Primus, she was so cute."
"She's been talking about having a mech-friend." Moonstar apprised slowly.
"I'll deactivate them." Starscream abruptly answered, his optics still offline.
Moonstar rolled her optics, a faint smile on her lip plates. "Someone is overly protective."
"She doesn't need a mech. Especially when she isn't even a vorn old yet. She should be searching for a trine before even considering a mate. Which, will not be happening as long as I still function."
"I don't think she wants to wait for a trine before getting a Conjunx Endura."
"Too bad, so sad. Trine first; mate second."
"You're such an aft."
"No, I am her sire. No mechs. Not now, not ever. Unless they are trinemates, but then again, I would prefer if she only had femmes in her trine." He said adamantly.
"Star, you're being ridiculous."
"No, I am being cautious. There are not as many femmes as there used to be prior to the war, and she's a Seeker. Nothing but freaks will be after her just to have a turn with her in berth. I'm a Seeker mech and have to deal with all that prejudice, imagine how difficult it is for Seeker femmes. No mechs until she has a trine to defend her when I'm not around."
"What if she dates a Seeker mech? Will that be alright?" She inquired.
"After she has a trine. She should only lose her virginity to her trinemates, anyway. That's one of the things that makes bonding with a trine so special. I still remember my first night with 'Warp and TC." He smiled at the memories. "I love you, Moonstar, but those two are amazing in berth."
"I know. I've been with all three of you more times than I can count." She replied with a smirk.
"Yeah," He vented a small sigh before cuddling a littler closer to his mate. "We're all pretty amazing in berth."
Her smile grew as she continued to lovingly stroke her mate's helm as it rested in her lap. "You're adorable, my love."
"Not as adorable as you."
"I think I'll take you home." She grinned broadly.
"Yay! I promise I'll be good!" He chuckled, his wings fluttering.
"Better be or else I might have to chain you to the berth for some 'disciplinary action.'"
"As long as you don't inform Skywarp."
"Only if you don't scream loud enough for him to hear."
"Why is everyone obsessed with making me scream? I get it, my designation makes me seem like I have the capacity of very vocal cries. It's getting obnoxious."
"Well, it's because-"
"Hey guys." Dawnstar greeted as she entered the hab suite.
"You are in a slagheap of trouble, young femme." Starscream pointed an accusing digit at her, his optics still offline and frame not moving other than his arm.
Dawnstar just stood there. "What I do?"
"You have been considering dating a mech prior to my deactivation. I could court martial you." He answered as if he was dead serious.
"Really?" She said in a doubtful voice.
"Better believe it, traitor."
"Dad, I'm almost fully grown. Mom said that when she was my age she was starting to date." Dawnstar defended herself.
Starscream finally onlined his optics and looked back at his mate. "How dare you fill my daughter's processor with such blasphemy! Heretic!"
Moonstar rolled her optics, her smile only growing. "You're ridiculous."
"The both of you are serving brig time." The Air Commander muttered.
"Dad, I'm only talking about it. I may not get a mech-friend for a long time."
"That's because my null rays will be shooting at their afts if they so much as look at you." He stated resolutely.
"Why did you join with him again?" Dawnstar inquired of her carrier.
"He was really cute." Moonstar replied dreamily as she looked up at nothing in particular.
"She saw my impressive member and knew she couldn't live without it." He smirked seductively.
"Dad! Ew! Gross!" Dawnstar quickly covered her audio receptors and looked away.
"You better be glad she liked it or else you wouldn't be here to say such things."
"You know what, how about I go and hang out with 'Warp and TC." Dawnstar stated as she took a step back.
"Good idea, because your carrier and I were just about to be 'gross.'" He said as he sat up and leaned against his mate. "Aren't we, sweetie?"
"Mmm, so 'gross.'" She whispered the words erotically before passionately kissing him on the lip plates.
"Alright, I am gone." Dawnstar said quickly before swiftly exiting the hab suite.
The two Conjuges Endurae didn't seem to notice her departure as they hungrily kissed each other. Moonstar's servos ran along her mate's frame until they were cupping his codpiece.
"I love you, Moonstar." He said, finally breaking the kiss.
"I love you too, Starscream." She smiled back, before swallowing. "I want to try again."
He studied her for a moment before speaking. "I don't want you to be disappointed again." He said softly.
"Star, I want to try again. Just, please, maybe this time it will work. Maybe my systems just needed those two stellar cycles of break? Please, I want to try again."
The Seeker vented a soft sigh. "Alright, we'll try again."
She smiled faintly at him. "I love you, Star."
"I love you too, Moonstar."
One Orn Later:
Moonstar quickly made her way to the medbay, her stiletto heels clicking audibly with every footfall. Crewmechs greeted her as she passed, most smiling at her. She palmed the door to the medbay open and entered.
"Moonstar, I'm surprised to see you here." Hook said as he lowered a datapad to look up at her. "It's your orbital cycle off."
"I know." She smiled faintly at him as she approached. "I was just wondering if I could have a checkup."
He eyed her for a long moment before venting a sigh. "We're back to this?" She swallowed at his words. "Moonstar, you've been asking for a 'yes' for almost seven stellar cycles now. I am getting tired of given you the other answer." He said gently.
"Hook, just, please scan me. I just want to know. Maybe this time it'll be different." She said with such a soft voice.
The Constructicon just looked at her for a moment before slowly nodding. He gestured her to a medberth, and she silently lied on top of it. He picked up his scanner and scanned her. His frown deepened when he read the results.
"Moonstar, sweetie, I'm sorry." He held the scanner so she could read the results.
Her lower lip plate trembled and static started to fill her optics. She sat up and slid off the medberth.
"Thank you for your time, Hook." She said with a brittle vocalizer as she tried to hold back her sobs.
"Moonstar, maybe-"
"I need to be alone for a bit." She said quickly as she hastily exited the medbay leaving an uncertain medic behind.
Starscream was in the Control Room talking with Soundwave when Moonstar entered. The Air Commander's wings raised and a smile spread across his faceplates at the sight of his Conjunx Endura. His wings instantly lowered and smiled vanished when he saw her face.
"I'll be back." He informed Soundwave before making his way to his mate.
He placed his servo on her shoulder and quickly led her out of the crowded room. Once in the empty corridor did he stop and face her, his servos holding her by the shoulders.
"Moonstar…" He said slowly in a quiet tone.
Her sobs burst forth, coolant pouring from her optics, unable to hold it any longer. "Another 'no.'" She cried, her servos covering her faceplates. "Why is this happening? It was so easy the first time. Am I broken? Why can't I get sparked?"
"You're not broken, Moonstar." He said firmly. "Don't ever think like that. Sometimes, these things just happen. It's very difficult to get everything just right at the same time. The sparks have to join precisely when the nanites come in contact with the-"
"I know the process for making a sparkling, Star. I just want to know why it's not happening for a second time? Why was I conceived with Dawnstar so quickly, and yet after seven stellar cycles of trying I still have yet to be sparked with our second creation?" She paused to wipe away coolant from her optics. "I just want another sparkling. I just want to have another smiling face added to our family."
"I know, Moonstar. I do too." He vented a sigh. "Maybe… Maybe we should be looking at other options. We might try sparking you via artificial insemination directly into your gestation tank to ensure that that isn't the problem. Or," He paused to swallow. "We could always adopt."
She glanced at the deckplates for a moment before speaking. "I just want my own sparkling. I want another Dawnstar. Another happy, beautiful sparkling. I just want it to be ours, and we raise him or her together like we did Dawn. Primus, why is this being so difficult?"
He placed a servo on her jaw-line, his thumb gently wiping away a coolant tear on her cheekplates. "I don't know why, my love. Maybe some things just aren't meant to be."
She swallowed, trying to fight back more sobs, but couldn't. She pressed her faceplates into his chest piece and just cried as he held her close, his servo lovingly stroking her back. The Air Commander allowed her cry out her frustration for a few kliks before gently pushing her away so that he could look her in the optics.
"Moonstar, even if we don't get our second creation, I will always love you. Don't beat yourself up about this. We'll get through this." She nodded, wiping coolant away as her optics looked down at the deckplates. "Is there anything I can get for you?" He inquired, but she only shook her helm. He brought her close to his frame again and hugged her tightly. "I love you, Moonstar. I love you so, so much."
"I love you too, Starscream." She said softly as she hugged him back.
"The trick with these little slaggers is to make sure you fill them up with just the right amount of paint. Too much: pop. Too little: no pop." Skywarp explained as he prepared a balloon-like object with pink paint.
"Is this one good, Uncle 'Warp?" Dawnstar inquired as she held her filled balloon.
"Heh, yeah, thatta do jus' fine." He giggled after inspecting her balloon.
"I'm not getting involved with your 'work,' but Screamer is making his way towards us." Thundercracker informed from where he stood sentry leaning against the bulkhead with his arms crossed and a ped pressed against the wall behind him.
"Tee hee! Now's our chance, Dawn!" Skywarp giggled as he grabbed a balloon and stood up.
"He's going to be so pissed." Dawnstar had that sly smirk of her sire's on her faceplate's as she got in position with Skywarp.
Starscream was approaching them, his thruster heels loudly clanging as he neared. The two primarily black Seekers were hidden behind a bulkhead where the corridor branched off. Thundercracker leaned against the bulkhead just opposite of the branching hallway where he could see the pranksters straight ahead of him and the Air Commander to his left.
"Odd place to be contemplating your existence, Thundercracker." Starscream grunted when he was close enough.
"Now!" Skywarp whispered excitedly, moving forward.
Dawnstar leaped out, not noticing that Skywarp stayed behind, and threw her balloon at her sire. It exploded against his cockpit, coating the Air Commander in pink, sticky paint. Starscream just stood there, his servos held out and optics offline. Skywarp burst into loud guffaws when he stepped out to stand beside his accomplice.
"Primus, she got you good, Screamer!" Skywarp managed to gasp out between his laughter.
"I had nothing to do with this." Thundercracker said quickly, his expression and frame not changing.
Starscream onlined his optics and glared at his creation. She just sheepishly smiled at him.
"Oh," He smirked that smirk he made when thinking dangerous thoughts. "Oh, hell no! 'Warp, give me that!"
"No!" Dawnstar screamed despite the smile on her faceplates as she bolted away just as her sire snatched the balloon from Skywarp's servos and gave chase.
"Get back here!" He ordered, his own smile on his handsome visage as he ran after her.
Dawnstar just screamed and laughed, dodging by crewmechs and trying to stay away from the Air Commander. Finally, she slid to a stop and hid behind Astrotrain who was quietly strolling down the corridor.
"Astrotrain! Protect me!" She squealed, cowering behind his bulk.
"Astrotrain, step aside at once! That's an order!" Starscream exclaimed as he skidded to an abrupt stop before the triplechanger and raised his arm, ready to throw the balloon at his daughter.
"No! Don't!" She squealed again.
"Uh, Primus, can't you two take this elsewhere? I was taught to be polite to femmes, but also to obey my superiors." Astrotrain said uncertainly as he glanced from one Seeker to the other.
"Just step aside and I won't throw you in the brig." Starscream smirked, his optics still on his creation.
"No! Don't let him get me!" She cried.
"You betrayed my trust by joining with the dark forces of Skywarp! You brought this upon yourself!" He yelled at her.
"Astrotrain, don't let him get me!"
"Please, hide behind someone else. "Astrotrain moaned.
"Daddy, isn't there a way I can mitigate this transgression of mine?" She inquired, still smiling despite her desperation to not become pink.
"Step out from behind the triplechanger and only you will be harmed." He ordered.
"No!"
Skywarp appeared in a flash of purple behind the femme and shove her away from her living shield. Instantly, she was struck in the waist by Starscream's balloon and covered in the pink liquid.
Skywarp bent over himself with his insane laughter, a servo clutching his abdominal plating. "Primus, you should have seen your faceplates when you got hit! Priceless!"
"Dammit, you slaggers!" Dawnstar growled as she wiped the paint off. "'Warp, I thought we were in this together."
"Heh, naw, the prank was you getting pranked." He giggled.
"Lesson one when dealing with trined Seekers," Starscream said as he collected paint off his person and smeared it onto the faceplates of his creation. "You mess with one Seeker you mess with all three."
"Dad, stop!" She ordered as she pushed his servos away.
"Pink used to be your favorite color." He just smirked as he smeared it all over her.
"Not anymore! I'm telling mom!"
"You attacked first."
"I was set up!"
"You still agreed to it."
"Daddy, no, stop!"
"Hmm," He stopped to study his work. His once black and red creation was now mostly pink, the liquid dripping from every point of her frame. "I think I've executed appropriate disciplinary action. What do you think, 'Warp?"
"I think you look hot in pink, Screamer." Skywarp giggled as he slapped Starscream's aft.
"Ow. I was referring to my femme." He grumbled. "I suppose we better clean up before Moonstar sees us."
"I want you to carry me." Dawnstar smiled as she held her arms out.
"No."
"Why not? You carry mom all the time."
"She's cuter. And isn't an aft." He smiled.
"I thought it was agreed upon that you were the aft of the family." She retorted, her servos on her hips.
"I am, but, since you have my coding that makes you an aft, too."
"Yeah, that's totally the logical answer."
"Are you questioning me?"
"Yes!" She smiled innocently.
"That's why you're an aft." He said as he took her servo in his and started to walk away.
"Hmm, if being an aft means being like you I'm okay with that." She replied as she skipped alongside him, her servo never releasing his.
Four Orbital Cycles later:
The Elite Trine and the two femmes were in Starscream's hab suite, the Seekers all at the small table while Moonstar sat on the couch reading a datapad.
"That's when 'Warp appeared and shot him in the processor. Energon splattered everywhere and everyone, but the Autobots, walked away happy." Starscream finished his story as he sat between his trinemates facing his creation.
"Okay, I believed every part of that except for the thing about you singlehandedly taking out that rogue Decepticon or whatever." Dawnstar stated, not all convinced about the truth of his story.
"Why is that so hard to believe?" He inquired.
"Because, like, you're my dad." She said it like the answer was obvious, a smile still on her faceplates.
"So?"
"So, like, you're not cool enough to be, like, doing that type of slag."
"The hell you talking about, femme?" Starscream demanded while Skywarp snickered. "I'm a very skilled warrior, and much 'cooler' than any of those fragging mech-friends you've been fantasizing about."
"It's just hard for me to see you, like, going around and killing so many people and just being all tough. You're my daddy who just, you know, sits around working on datapads and the computer and teaches me things about fighting and science. And every so often goes on a business trip." Dawnstar explained.
"Hmm, one orbital cycle you'll join us in battle, if you want to, and you'll see for yourself."
"I don't want to be a soldier." Dawnstar said as she looked down at the tabletop.
"What do you want to be?" Thundercracker asked.
"I don't know. Still just thinking." She shrugged.
"Unfortunately, options are limited with the war going on. You'll have to do simple work around the ship or on Cybertron until things change." Starscream informed her.
"Yeah, I know." She looked up at him and smiled. "You still don't seem like the guy to lead armies into battle and kick aft."
"What type do I seem like to you?"
"The type to sit around and do boring slag."
"You don't know me at all, then."
Dawnstar swallowed. "I know you keep a lot of secrets from me."
He eyed her for a long, silent moment before speaking again. "I do, and it is only for your benefit. Whether or not you want to believe it, I am a very important individual and have many, many enemies. It is best to keep you ignorant on everything I do and know."
"You still just don't seem like such an important guy." Dawnstar sheepishly smiled at him.
"Do I have to prove myself?"
"Prove yourself, Screamer! Don't take this slag from her!" Skywarp giggled.
"You just seem like the weaker member of the group." Dawnstar sniggered.
"The slag? Come on, let me show you." The Air Commander said firmly as he placed his elbow on the center of the table and held his servo out for her to grasp.
"No, no…" Dawnstar shook her helm, a smile still on her faceplates.
"You calling me weak, femme. I don't like that. Come on, give me your servo." He smirked at her, his wings raising slightly.
Tentatively, Dawnstar placed her servo in his and rested her elbow joint on the tabletop. He gripped her tightly, readying for the arm wrestling.
"Teach you to call me weak." The Air Commander muttered.
"I want a fair fight." Thundercracker chuckled as he leaned back in his chair and watched.
"Bet she won't last two astroseconds." Skywarp giggled.
"Not helping my confidence, 'Warp!" Dawnstar snapped.
"TC, you call it." Starscream ordered, his optics narrowing and that sly, sexy smirk of his carving itself over his devilishly handsome visage.
Thundercracker leaned forward and placed an ebony servo onto theirs. He jerked his servo away while saying, "Go!"
Dawnstar used all her strength to try and force his arm down, but it didn't bulge. Starscream's smirk grew as he silently watched her struggle for several astroseconds. Skywarp couldn't stop laughing and Thundercracker had that small grin of his.
"Still think I'm weak?" Starscream demanded from her. "It doesn't feel like you're even trying. I thought you said I was weak?"
Dawnstar grunted as she grasped his servo with both of hers and tried pulling his arm down, but the situation didn't change. She even tried leaning back, but he still managed to stay unmoving.
"You're cheating, and still pathetically losing." He grinned at her.
"Frag you." She growled between gritted denta and she continued her efforts to beat him.
"Still think I'm weak? Huh? Say it. Say I'm not weak. Go on, say it. Hey, who's not weak? Dawn, who isn't weak? Still think I'm weak?"
"You are such an aft!" She exclaimed.
He then quickly slammed her fist down, easily winning the game. "I am also victorious."
"No fair! You're bigger than me."
"No, I am not this weakling you take me for. There's a reason I am Second in Command."
"I thought you were Second because you did all the boring slag." She had that sheepish smile again.
"I run an army, not a business!" He held his servos out to emphasize.
"But all I see you doing is boring slag."
"Well, you are astronomically wrong."
"Daddy, I still love you." She said as she held her servos together to make a heart.
Starscream just flicked a rude Vosian hand gesture at her, a smile still on his lip plates. Dawnstar lowered one servo so that it looked like her heart had broken in half as she feigned a pout.
"You're adorable." Starscream replied.
"I know." Dawnstar smirked.
"I thought I was the adorable one…" Skywarp said sadly as he lowered his helm.
"No, you're the idiot." Starscream replied.
"Gee, thanks Screamer." He grumbled.
"You are quite welcome." Was the sarcastic remark.
"Hey, daddy, can you go get me some energon?" Dawnstar asked of him.
"Why can't you?"
"Because I want you to." She giggled.
"Hmm," He shrugged as he stood up and approached the energon dispenser.
Dawnstar quietly slipped off her seat and quickly made her way to him without his knowledge. Once she was behind him she pounced, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist.
"Got you, daddy!" She squealed.
"You have five astroseconds to remove yourself before I use force." He tried saying strictly, but was still smiling.
"Make me!" She giggled.
He did just that. He simply leaned back and unceremoniously fell, landing on top of her.
"Ugh! You jerk!"
"You brought this upon yourself." He just shrugged.
"Get off of me!"
"Do you love me?"
"Yes, I love you!"
"Alright." He rolled off her and stood up, fluttering his wings to rid non-existent dust from them.
Dawnstar was on her peds in an instant and punched at him. He easily blocked it, grabbed her wrist, twisted it as he yanked her towards him, and wrapped his other arm around her helm in a headlock.
"You need to work on your servo-to-servo combat." He nonchalantly pointed out, having no difficulty with holding her as she squirmed.
"Let go of me!"
"No."
"Mom! Dad has me in a helmlock!"
"Little snitch."
"She's my mom, I have the right to go to her for any of my problems."
"She's my Conjunx Endura. You can't get me in trouble with her."
"She likes me more."
"I've known her longer."
"I was inside of her."
"I put you there after I was inside of her."
"Dad!"
"Starscream wins after that comment." Thundercracker chuckled.
Moonstar just shook her helm slowly, her optics returning to the datapad before her after watching her most precious family play with each other. Her very small family.
Why couldn't she just get sparked? Why was it taking so long? All she wanted was to have another laughing, smiling, little sparkling with the most incredible mech ever, and yet, for some reason she was cursed not to have one. It was tearing her apart. She was becoming distant from everyone with her sorrow, which was now an almost constant depression. She cried a lot and even started to do less work. Starscream noticed, and he was more than just concerned over her.
He shouldn't be. He had enough slag to deal with, even if Megatron was still on Cybertron and not around to beat Starscream within an inch of his life. He was the Decepticon SIC and had an army to run, his trinemates to watch over, and a daughter to protect. He had all those projects to restore Cybertron and the stress of engaging in actual conflicts with the Autobots. With her people. Her people that she still wished she could be a part of and who she still believed were the ones in the right.
Moonstar looked up when she heard Dawnstar screaming with laughter. Her precious femmling was lying on her back as her sire tickled her abdominal plates, eliciting the loud squeals.
"TC, 'Warp, hel-help me!" Dawnstar managed to gasp out to them between guffaws.
"Hmm, should we assist the damsel in distress, brother?" Thundercracker inquired of his trinemate.
"Watch Screamer tickle his creation or hold down Screamer and tickle him ourselves." Skywarp held out his servos, raising and lowering them as if he was weighing the options. "Option two of course!" He giggled.
Starscream's trinemates quickly descended upon him and grabbed his arms, pulling him away from his daughter. With an undignified squawk, they tossed him onto his back and held him down, Skywarp grabbing his servos and Thundercracker straddling his hips.
"No, stop it you slagheaps!" Starscream shouted as he kicked his peds, desperate to free himself.
Thundercracker simply opened the necessary panel and reset everything so that Starscream's sensitivity on his abdominal plating was increased. Once done, he closed it back and proceeded with the "torture."
"Ah, st-stop it you-you slaggers!" Starscream managed to exclaimed between his uncontrollable guffaws. "I-I regret ever sho-showing you th-that!"
"Hurry, Dawnstar! It's time to exact revenge!" Skywarp giggled.
Dawnstar quickly approached and helped Thundercracker to tickle her sire.
Moonstar smiled faintly at the scene. She loved seeing those four Seekers so happy together. Her family, her friends, her world. Just why couldn't she add to it?
She quickly wiped away a drop of coolant that had leaked down her cheekplates before anyone could see. She just had to keep trying. If she could have Dawnstar surely she could have another.
Maybe. Hopefully.
Some Orbital Cycles Later:
Dawnstar palmed open the door to the Rec Room and trotted inside. It was empty save for the winged beings that all sat at the same table. She spotted her target and made a beeline for him.
"Hey, daddy!" She greeted as she wrapped her arms around his neck from behind and placed her chin on the top of his helm.
"Hey, sweetspark." He grinned.
"Watcha doing?" She inquired.
"Just having a drinking contest with all these aftheads." He grunted despite the smirk on his lip plates.
Without invitation, Dawnstar climbed into her sire's lap and curled into him, both legs hanging over the left arm of the chair. She glanced at all the other Seekers there, Thundercracker was to Starscream's right while Skywarp was to his left.
"Want to try a sip?" He asked as he held his cube of blue high grade to her.
"You know I'm not technically old enough, yet."
"Hmm," He just shrugged. "A sip won't offline you. Just don't tell your carrier."
Dawnstar snorted a snicker, just as Starscream did. "Isn't that the general rule for almost everything you let me do."
"You want some or not?"
She accepted the proffered cube and took a small sip before handing it back. "Mmm, not bad."
"Course not. I have high standards."
"Want to try some of mine?" Skywarp asked as he held out his red high grade.
Dawnstar took it and tried some, quickly handing it back. "I don't like that one as much."
"I have the good stuff." Thundercracker said as he presented his pinkish-purplish high grade to her.
She tried some and nodded as she handed it back. "TC has the best tasting one."
"Of course I do." The blue Seeker grinned.
"So, what are you guys playing?" Dawnstar asked as she looked at everyone.
"A truth game." Starscream said. "We go around the circle each asking a question. Everyone who can answer 'yes' must take a drink of their high grade while anyone who is a 'no' does not. Last one still online wins. Oh, and all the questions have to be embarrassing."
"Usual mech stuff?"
"Exactly." He said as he kissed her brow.
"Alright, it's my turn to ask." Acid Storm said. "Drink if you've ever been rejected by a femme."
Skywarp, Nacelle, Bitstream, and Sunstorm all took swigs from their cubes.
"Pathetic, 'Warp." Starscream muttered.
"Hey, I asked that femme unlike what you did." Skywarp stuck his glossa out at him.
"Hmm,"
"Drink if you've ever finished before you got started." Red Wing, who was sitting next to Acid Storm, said.
"Dammit." Sunstorm grumbled before taking a swig.
"Wow, really, Sunny?" Bitstream laughed at his trinemate.
"Hey, it was my first time!"
"Are all these questions regarding interfacing?" Dawnstar grumbled to her sire.
He just smirked. "We're mechs stuck on a ship at the bottom of an alien ocean. What else is on our processors?"
"Primus, mechs…" She said as she rolled her optics.
"Drink if you've every been topped by a femme." Nacelle asked.
Starscream raised his cube, but stopped when he saw no one else had. "Really? Am I the only one?"
"Ohhhhh! That's a big one, boss!" Hotlink exclaimed.
"Heh, yeah, Screamer!" Skywarp giggled.
"How many times, boss?" Nacelle prodded.
Starscream only smiled. "Certainly more than once."
"Ohhh!" All the Seekers exclaimed.
"She's good at it!" Starscream defended himself.
"You have to finish that whole cube!" Ramjet pointed out.
"Chug it, Screamer! Chug!" Skywarp hollered.
"Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!" The Seekers all chanted.
Starscream rolled his optics before tilting his helm back and downed the entire cube as his Seekers roared in approval. He slammed the now empty cube back down as the other Seekers cheered and clapped.
"You're all slaggers." The Air Commander grunted, a smirk still on his faceplates.
"Alright, my turn to ask a question." Sandstorm said. "Drink if you've ever been tied to the berth by a femme."
Starscream grabbed a new cube and he and Skywarp both drank.
"Gee, boss, what do you and Moonstar do every night?" Dirge chuckled.
"You will never know." Starscream just grinned.
"Drink if you've ever been beaten on the aft by a femme for pleasure before or after interfacing." Bitstream said.
Starscream swallowed. "Does being 'punished' count as well?"
"If it was done during an interface session, yes."
"Dammit." Starscream was the only one to take a drink.
"Ohhhh, no, you have to drink all that one too, boss!" Hotlink exclaimed.
"Yeah, that's another big one, Screamer!" Skywarp giggled.
"I feel as if this is just a ruse to get me to lose first." Starscream muttered.
"No, Star, you have to chug the whole thing." Thundercracker nodded his helm sagely.
"Damn you all to the Pit." Starscream said before once again downing the entire cube in a single go.
His seekers just cheered him on, whooping and hollering until he slammed the now empty cube onto the table.
"Okay, drink if you've ever been slapped on the aft by a stranger." Sunstorm asked.
Several of the Seekers drank, including Starscream and Skywarp.
"Heh, that'sh pretty funny." Starscream chuckled, his helm swaying slightly from side to side.
"You alright there, Star?" Ramjet inquired.
"I'm not 'alright.' Do I look like an angle to you?" He then placed a servo over his faceplates and laughed loudly.
"Yup, told him he shouldn't have chosen that high grade. Should have kept to one of the weaker ones." Thundercracker remarked as he shook his helm.
"No, no, continue! We're playing, are we not?" Starscream said as he waved a servo.
"Drink if you've ever interfaced outside your trine, or mates." Hotlink said the last thing as he looked at Starscream.
Everyone took a drink. Dawnstar's optics widened slightly when she saw her sire drink to such a question. She knew he interfaced with his trine, but that was for bonding. Why would he interface with anyone else if not with Moonstar and his trinemates? Had he been unfaithful to his Conjunx Endura?
She swallowed, hoping he wouldn't drink to anymore such questions.
"Drink if you've berthed more than five femmes at once. Prostitutes count." Thrust said.
The Elite Trine, Nacelle, Hotlink, Ramjet, and Red Wing all drank. Dawnstar swallowed again.
"Primus, I love you guys." Starscream giggled. "We should all go back to those brothels. We should go for the record. I think I've berthed ten femmes at once before. Hee hee, you're cute, 'Warp."
"Guys, we need to get him to drink more! We can get him out early!" Acid Storm said quickly.
"Don't worry, I got this." Dirge smiled. "Drink if you've bonded with a Conjunx Endura."
Starscream narrowed his optics before lifting his cube up. "I take back what I said about loving any of you."
"You have to drink all of that, boss." Thrust pointed out.
"Chug it!" Skywarp whooped.
Starscream glared at his cube for a moment before shrugging. He downed it in a single go and tossed the empty cube aside as his Seekers cheered.
"How you doing, Star?" Thundercracker asked.
Starscream was silent for a moment before smiling. "We should kiss in the closet so that our creators don't see." He then lost control and laughed insanely.
"Well, he's a lost cause." Hotlink remarked.
"He drank like six of those." Thundercracker pointed out. "I can barely do three without going into stasis lock."
"Yeah, that was stupid of him to get the strongest of all the high grades." Sunstorm added.
"I think he wanted to prove to us that he was better. Didn't work so well." Skywarp chuckled, his lopsided grin too large for his faceplates.
"Why are you all talking about me? I'm not pretty enough!" The Air Commander said before laughing again. "I need you to heed my advice and shtahp eating turbofoxes! For Primus' sake they want to live too!"
"You're videotaping this, right?" Nacelle inquired of Skywarp.
"Slag yeah." Skywarp said as he held his camera.
"What are we doing again?" The Air Commander asked.
"You were going to drink another cube of high grade so that you would be the first to lose." Thrust pointed out.
"Why would I wan' to lose?" Starscream asked slowly as he selected another cube of the intoxicating liquid.
"Because, the first one to lose gets a prize."
"You're horrible." Thundercracker told the red Seeker.
"I wanna prize." Starscream grumbled before guzzling another cube down.
Skywarp giggled. "Primus, Screamer, you're going to be in stasis lock in no time."
"I wunt mah prize." Starscream drawled as he stupidly smiled.
"Boss, how many digits am I holding up?" Hotlink asked as he held his servo up with three digits extended.
Starscream narrowed his optics as if he was squinting as he studied the servo for a long moment. "Eighdy."
"Close enough." Hotlink smirked.
"Can we go ahead and say that he lost?" Ramjet inquired as he gestured a servo at the tri colored Seeker.
"I'm no lost. I'm cute." Starscream snickered.
"Yeah, I think he lost." Nacelle confirmed.
"Will you shtahp looking at me!" Starscream ordered as he slapped the tabletop with a servo. "I don't like eht. I not…. I don't like eht. I don' like being looked at. I like… I like shy-ehnsh. Shcience. Slag. I feel dizzy." He placed a servo on his helm and looked down, his optics widening at what he saw. "Why…? Thunkercluck, deres… deres a femme on meh."
"Dad?" Dawnstar said slowly, uncertain of what to think.
"That's your daughter, Starscream." Thundercracker nonchalantly replied.
"I don't… I have a daughder? No…" He giggled. "I like femmes. I don't like… don' like when they scream. Autobot femmes always screhm when we frag them in battle." He giggled again. Dawnstar's optics widened some and she swallowed. "Why are dey so easy to deactivate?"
"Starscream." Thundercracker said slowly. "Talk about something else."
"NO! No… Heh, you're kinda cute. I like the cute ones." He stupidly smiled at Dawnstar.
"Alright, Dawn, let's go." Thundercracker said as he stood up and reached for her servo.
Dawnstar horrifyingly stared at her sire, frozen in her spot. Thundercracker grasped her servo and pulled her off his lap and made her walk quickly away with him.
"Where you taking 'er, Thunderclap? I thought we… we do eht together?" Starscream sounded hurt as he watched them go.
"Screamer, hey, Scream, look at me." Skywarp said quickly, reverting his trineleader's attention onto him.
Thundercracker pulled Dawnstar's wrist a little harder as he swiftly led her out of the Rec Room. Dawnstar swallowed, her free servo grasping onto his arm as she nervously kept up. It didn't take long for him to arrive at her hab suite, which was next to Starscream and Moonstar's hab suite. He allowed her to put in her code and escorted her inside.
"I'm sorry about that, Dawnstar." Thundercracker said softly when he finally released her wrist. "I should have taken you away before we started getting rowdy. I'm very, very sorry about that."
Dawnstar swallowed her wings lowering. "What did he mean by fragging femmes in battle and making them scream?" She said so quietly.
"It's the high grade talking. Everyone says stupid slag when their inebriated. You heard him talking about us eating turbofoxes. Just the high grade fragging with his processor." Thundercracker explained, any signs of him lying well hidden.
Dawnstar just looked at him for several astroseconds before slowly nodding her helm. "Okay, Uncle TC." She said in the same tone.
Thundercracker smiled at her faintly as he placed an ebony servo on her shoulder. "You're perfectly safe, Dawn. Don't worry, we'll sober him up before allowing him to do anything stupid." Or get near Moonstar. He added to himself. The blue Seeker pecked a kiss to her forehelm before lovingly patting her shoulder. "I'll see you tomorrow, sweetspark. Recharge well."
"Alright, see you then." Dawnstar nodded her helm as Thundercracker started to walk away.
She watched him leave, unconsciously wringing her servos just as Moonstar did.
Blood red optics onlined lazily the next morning. Everything was blurry, slowly coming into focus until the images of femmes in provocative poses and acting out less than subtle scenes were clearly visible on the ceiling… and the walls. Starscream moaned as he placed a blue servo on his aching helm, but then realized her couldn't move his servo. He looked up and saw that his wrists were tied to the head of the berth, and a trinemate was on either side of him, cuddling close as they all managed to squeeze on the single berth. He looked down and saw the obvious signs of interfacing all over his codpiece and inner thighs. His trinemates covered in interface fluids as well.
"Primus, I messed up again." He grunted.
"Heh, yeah, you did." Skywarp grinned as he snuggled a little closer, his still optics offline.
"I was damn positive I was getting into berth with tens, but I awaken with a four and a two." Starscream continued.
"Which one is the two?" Thundercracker demanded, his optics still offline as well.
"How much did I drink last night?" Starscream said, ignoring Thundercracker's question.
"Too much." Thundercracker grunted. "And too soon. You fragged up."
"What I do?"
"You started to blabber about us raping Autobot femmes after battle." Thundercracker informed as he propped himself up on an elbow and looked at his trineleader.
"So? What's wrong with that?"
"Dawnstar was still on your lap."
Starscream's optics offlined and he vented a frustrated sigh. "You got her out of there, correct?"
"I did, but not soon enough. You started to hit on her."
Starscream's optics onlined immediately and widened. "I did what?!"
"I got her out then. May have hurt her arm joints with how hard I was pulling but I got her back to her hab suite before anything else left your vocalizer. I told her it was only the high grade talking."
"Great. Now I feel like the lowest form of slag." He muttered, his optics offlining once again.
"It wasn't your fault. We should have made her left when you started to drink entire cubes." Thundercracker said softly.
"No, it was my fault. High grade or not I should have been a responsible sire and told her to leave before I started to drink like that. I need to go and talk to her."
"You better clean up first. Oh, and your aft may be sore. 'Warp and I had some fun with you in your over energized state." Thundercracker gave a sly smirk.
"I noticed the pain pulsating from my aft and helm. This is going to be a long orbital cycle." He paused, his optics narrowing. "Why the frag do you have a picture of a femme licking another femme's aft?"
"Because, it's hot." Skywarp grinned, his optics still offline as he cuddled against Starscream.
"Well, it does have something to it… Untie me you morons!"
Starscream made his way towards his creation's hab suite, his wings slightly lowered and helm feeling better after purging his fuel tank over Thundercracker. You'd think they know better by now to stay clear of him when he was hung over.
He stopped by her door and pressed the call button. It didn't take long for the door to hiss open and allow the Air Commander to march in.
"Hey, dad." Dawnstar greeted, her vocalizer lower than usual, a small smile on her faceplates as she sat at her desk playing a game on her computer.
Starscream smiled at her as he approached. "Morning, my princess. How are you?"
"I'm alright." She said, her optics still on the vid screen.
Starscream sat on the desk and twisted himself around so that he could face her. He vented a small sigh as he tapped his knuckles against the tabletop before speaking. "Dawn, I apologize for last night. I shouldn't have been such a slagging idiot in front of you like that. I don't remember what I said, but TC told me it was pretty stupid."
Dawnstar paused her game and looked up at him. "It's okay. TC said it was just the high grade talking."
He studied her for a moment before speaking. "It's not. I can tell your upset by it."
"I'm not."
"Don't lie to me. I am the master at lying. What I said obviously disturbed you and I just want to make it clear that it wasn't true. TC and 'Warp could tell you all the idiotic things I blabber about when over energized. Although, I'm not as bad as 'Warp."
"It just was a little scary hearing you say it. I mean, like, you're my daddy who just sits at a desk and doesn't do anything that exciting. Maybe tell the occasional story of something cool that you did before you became a nerd."
He snickered. "Nerd? Is that what they call it these days?" He questioned her with a smile on his handsome visage.
Dawnstar smiled back at him. "You're an awesome nerd, though."
"Course I'm awesome. I'm your sire, am I not?"
Dawnstar rolled her optics. "Yeah, totally, dad."
Starscream leaned forward and kissed her forehelm. "I'm sorry about scaring you."
"Forget about it, dad. I'm fine."
"Well, is there anything that my princess requires before I go off and be 'boring.'"
"That you promise to take me out for a flight when you're done."
"I'll see what I can do." He smirked before kissing her brow again.
He slid off the desk and started to walk away. He stopped in the doorway and looked back at his precious femmling.
"Love you, Dawnstar." He said.
"Love you too, daddy!" Dawnstar called back.
He just smirked, closing the door behind him as he left.
Neocybex is the Cybertronian language used presently.
Starscream has been sheltering Dawnstar from the horrors of the war, especially his part in it. You'll see more as to why in future chapters, but I think it's pretty obvious, especially the parts concerning femmes and Moonstar.
This chapter's main focus is mostly his relationship with his now adolescent daughter. It's important for the future to see what she thinks of him.
I am such an addict when it comes to foreshadowing. Ridiculous amounts of foreshadwoing in Ancillam and now again a lot in the first chapter to Filia. XD Just call me the Foreshadowing Queen. :P
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