Author's Note: This is my first fan fiction. I'm still working on improving my writing style so please don't kill me on that.
There will be a LOT of rape/abuse in this story and interfacing. I try to keep everyone in character, so don't get mad if anyone gets OOC for a bit. I also like the idea that Seeker trines are very close to each other and stay close via regular interface sections. Nothing too kinky, though.

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

Boom.

The explosion caused the ground to quake furiously as blinding dust and smoke engulfed those scampering to escape. Metal scraping against metal ranged as they stumbled to the safety of a building. The small group braced themselves against the cool walls of their temporary shelter, heavily venting out the particles of dirt that had managed to collect in their intakes from their mad run.

Could this orbital cycle get any worse? They were already on some Primus-forsaken planet gathering intel on possible Decepticon activities, then they had to get their cover blown when their hacking attempt utterly failed and was picked up on by their enemies, and to top things off, they were now fleeing for their lives with little hope of reaching their ship.

Yup, things could not get worse.

"Nightwatch, how much farther until we reach the ship?" A green mech asked between gasps, not bothering to look up at the addressed Autobot.

"Not much farther. Should be just over that small ridge." Nightwatch grunted as he jabbed a thumb in the direction of said ridge.

"Yeah, not much farther my aft. With those 'Cons blasting at our tailpipes it might as well be on the other side of this fragging planet!" A third mech growled as he crossed his arms, glaring bitterly at the others.

"Perhaps we could find a way to sneak around rather than run out there like we've lost our processors and make a break for it." A black and purple femme with small wings protruding from her back suggested as she leaned against the wall, her optics offline.

"I'm with Moonstar on this one," Nightwatch said with a jerk of his helm towards the femme. "We may be able to use the cover of these structures to get close enough to the ship before dashing into the open."

"I concur." The green mech replied, pushing off the wall to stand straight. "Let's see if there's a back door to this place and make our way from there."

There were grunts of agreement. Moonstar exhaled air in a form of a sigh before removing her exhausted form the wall's smooth surface. The four begun to walk towards the rear of the building when the shriek of a missile followed by a section of the room exploding interrupted them.

"Run!"

Moonstar wasn't sure who said it, but she obeyed non-the-less. Her vision was clouded by golden brown dust, and bits of the ceiling were collapsing onto her helm. She splayed her arms out, reaching with her servos to find the walls of the room. She managed to grasp a damaged area, her digits tightening around the edges as if it was life itself. Feeling her way around, she raced out of the room only to bump into something hard, smooth, and purple.

A large servo grasped her smaller wrists, almost crushing them as she was yanked forward. A surprised squawk escaped her vocalizer as she was wrestled out of the building and out of the dust cloud.

"Found this one, sir." The deep voice of her capture spoke, his purple insignia now clear on his chest piece. Moonstar's optics widened and she felt as if her t-cog lodged itself in her throat.

"A femme? Hmm," The brown and silver Decepticon officer mused for a moment, a servo grasping his chin thoughtfully. "She's going to Cybertron with the others. As for these three-" He gestured his rifle to the other three Autobots who were now being held at gunpoint. "Well, not much use for them."

Moonstar screamed as the shots sounded and their frames collapsed to the ground.

"Aw, slag…"

"What? What's wrong?"

"Hear it?"

"Hear what, Rumble?"

"Listen."

"… Slag. Sounds like all three of them."

"I hate Seekers."

"Who doesn't?"

The doors hissed open and the welcomed Seekers entered. Starscream sauntered in with Thundercracker just behind him to his right and Skywarp to the left. Their thruster heels clacking loudly with every step making it obvious to everyone in the room exactly who had just made their presence known.

Rumble and Frenzy were sitting on the console before Soundwave playing videogames on datapads as the Communications Officer silently worked. Ravage recharged in a tight ball on his lap, Buzzsaw and Laserbeak perched themselves on his shoulders, and Ratbat hung upside down from an arm of the occupied chair.

The cassette twins spared only a distained glance in the Seekers' direction before resuming their games. The flyers didn't even take notice.

"You're late." Megatron growled from his throne in the Control Room, not even bothering to look up from the datapad he was reading.

"I didn't realize I had an appointment to keep." Starscream replied insouciantly as he approached, his trine still glued to his aft like extra limbs. Starscream stopped before the silver tyrant and held out a datapad. "As you requested, Lord Megatron."

Megatron slowly removed his gaze from his datapad and focused it onto his SIC. Starscream held the datapad closer to Megatron until he took it from him. The tri colored Seeker crossed his arms as he waited for Megatron to read the new datapad. Skywarp and Thundercracker shared a glance of mild concern before turning back to their two officers. As Megatron perused Starscream's datapad a small smile crept across his faceplates until a large smirk was visible by the time he lowered the reading device. Starscream had his own smug smirk as he watched Megatron.

"Well done, Starscream. For once you don't disappoint me." Megatron regarded him as he raised his optics to the addressed Seeker. Starscream gave a small nod in acknowledgment. "How soon before the completion of these weapons?"

"Well, if we obtain all the required components to complete the first prototype," Starscream said as he plucked the datapad out of Megatron's servos and begun to read through what he had listed. "We can begin testing in about a decacycle. Further analysis of the functioning device will provide us with the necessary information to perfect it. Mass production will be postponed until a better energy source can be found, but construction of several hundred every two decacycles shouldn't constrict our goals."

Megatron pressed the tips of his digits together as his elbows rested on the arms of his throne. A pleased smile etched over his visage.

"You've been working hard, Starscream. It pleases me to see such devotion from you for once."

"Is this your attempt at flattery, Megatron, or is it simply less noticeable mockery?"

"You will be rewarded for your efforts if this all goes according to plan." Megatron continued, ignoring Starscream's comment.

"Rewarded? A basket of energon goodies and a pat on the back, I suppose?" Starscream sarcastically said in almost a grunt.

"Or your helm still attached to your shoulders."

"Such hostilities. Why must everyone become so violent towards me?" Starscream said in the same tone.

Skywarp snickered, but was quickly silence by a deadly glare from his trineleader.

"I will think of something appropriate for you, Starscream. Now, how soon can you depart for Cybertron?"

"At once." Starscream smirked.

Cold. That what the past decacycle felt like. Constant, callous cold. Locked away in a tiny cell with the only light source being the purplish-red glow of the energy bars. The only company was from the daily energon serving from the guard, but there were no shared words.

Moonstar was terrified when they had thrown her in here, expecting to be killed shortly afterwards. But as the orbital cycles dragged on and she was continuously ignored she felt as if she was simply meant to die of boredom.

The only thought that comforted her was that at least her friends weren't prisoners with her. They might have been subjugated to torture and Primus knows what else. Perhaps they weren't doing her harm because she was a femme? Or, maybe they were planning on using her to test some new, diabolical weapon? Whatever the cause of her less than grand imprisonment Moonstar just hoped it wouldn't end up being too painful.

Heavy footsteps sounded from outside. Unusual. The guards had already delivered her morning energon and wouldn't bother her for quite some time. Perhaps this was it? She will be taken away to have her parts removed, or be shot at, or whatever Decepticons did to femme prisoners.

Moonstar pulled her knees to her chest and hugged them as she sat against the far wall of her cell. The footfalls grew steadier louder until they stopped before her cell. The energon bars dispersed and two Decepticons stood just outside of the door.

"You're coming with us, beauty." One of them said with a predatory smile.

Moonstar tried to make herself smaller as fear crept through her. They were going to take her and do as they pleased with her!

"Come on, we don't have all orn!" The second one growled as he stomped in and roughly grabbed her by the arm. In one swift motion he yanked her up onto her peds and out the cell.

Moonstar frantically tried to keep up with the much larger mech as she was half dragged, half led out of the prison and towards a ground transport. Like a piece of equipment, she was unceremoniously tossed inside, landing on her aft with a shocked squeak. Her jailers clambered inside, the doors slid shut, and the vehicle moved forward. Moonstar looked up at the two guards from her position on the floor only to receive less than friendly stares soaking up the curves of her body.

"Another successful test, Mighty Megatron." Starscream said the last part in almost a sneer, being cautious to not make it too obvious.

"Careful, Starscream. I might put you out there as the target for the next round of tests." Megatron threatened without even turning to face the Seeker who stood next to him.

Starscream ignored him. "The weapon's accuracy is at eighty-seven point sixty-four percent average. Further calibrations will produce more accurate results." Starscream explained as he read from a datapad. "Other than that, the weapon has been a hundred percent at draining the targets' energy source, rendering them useless. We will require more prisoners to continue the experiments."

"I believe Shockwave already has that covered."

"Yes, well, Shockwave is taking his time in procuring my test subjects." Starscream groused without removing his optics from his datapad.

"Starscream, sir," A Decepticon said as he stopped before the mentioned Seeker, stood at attention, and saluted. "A transport of Autobot prisoners has just arrived for your perusal."

"You were saying about Shockwave 'taking his time?'" Megatron mocked. Starscream glared daggers at his superior, only causing Megatron to give a small, wry smile.

Moonstar was roughly forced out of the transport. Her servos now bound in manacles, she was pulled painfully by the elbow towards other prisoners who were standing in a line. She was squeezed between two Autobots much larger than herself, both looking worse for wear. Decepticon guards were everyone making escape impossible. That didn't stop Moonstar from at least looking around for an escape route. That's when she saw them.

Starscream and Megatron were standing side by side conversing with Shockwave. She could clearly see the front of Starscream, while Shockwave's back was to her and part of Megatron was hidden being the purple mono-optic scientist. Despite being on different fractions, she couldn't help but take in the curves and delicate features of the Air Commander. His wings - much larger than her own - spread out behind him proudly announcing his presence. His slender, strong legs gracefully moving whenever he walked, and his visage… Oh, no wonder he was a Decepticon. Only someone who was a criminal would have a face so handsome that it broke all the rules!

It wasn't until she heard a guard ordering her to stop gawking that she realized she was staring with her mouth hanging open like an idiot. Why did all the good looking mechs have to be the bad guys? Maybe she just had something about bad mechs, or she was simply insane. She would never love someone who was a malicious murderer, but she could at least dream, right?

"Take them away. I will deal with them shortly." Starscream's voice ordered.

Instantly, the guards begun to herd the prisoners away, a few shoving the butts of their rifles against the backs of the captives. Moonstar silently followed, her servos shaking with fear.

"Hold a moment. Bring that one to me." A guard grabbed Moonstar by the arm at Starscream's newest command, carelessly dragging her towards him. She was swung forward and held by her shoulder just feet from Starscream. She was too afraid to look up, so instead stared at his thruster heeled peds. Damn, even those too were hot.

"Recall that 'reward' you made mention of, Megatron?" Starscream smirked as if he just found the treasure of the universe. "Well, I think I just found the perfect 'basket of energon goodies;' all my favorite flavors."

Moonstar's optics widened. Fear coursed through her tense frame as if the floodgates holding it back were suddenly blown away. Her trembles turned to powerful quakes, and if not for the guard now holding her by both arms she would have fallen for the strength of her legs had gone. Hesitantly, she lifted her helm to look at Starscream's faceplates. What she saw scared her even more. It was still so handsome, but now almost animalistic with its hunger for her and lust. She gaped as a small gasped escaped her mouth.

"Hmm, I suppose you have earned this reward, Starscream." Megatron said nonchalantly as he turned his attention to the datapad Shockwave was currently presenting him.

"Thank you, Lord Megatron." Starscream replied not removing his optics from his new prize. He reached out and grasped her by the arms and quickly pulled her closer. Their faces were so close now, Moonstar could see every small detail of Starscream's faceplates. His smirk grew larger. She wanted nothing more than to scream and flee.

This couldn't be happening! She couldn't be a slave to the Decepticon's Second-in-Command!

His blood red optics roved over her frame, digesting every delicious detail. Oh, he was going to be enjoying himself every night for now on.

Moonstar sat on a metal crate watching Starscream. No, watching her master. She was never going to get over that. What did he think he was able to just own anyone? She was not a piece of property. She was a person with feelings and desires just like him!

It had been several orns now since he had singled her out as his new pet. She spent that time alone in a small cell. He never visited her and it was a guard who brought her energon. Eventually he did come to her carrying a chain and collar and forcing it on her. Being led out of the building where she was kept prisoner was a painful experience for he continuously pulled the chain and almost caused her to stumble a few times. He had led her here and just left her on the crate.

Her delicate servos idly played with the loose chain that was connected to the collar she now wore. He seemed to have trusted her enough to not run off and so didn't bother tying the other end to anything. She was grateful for that for it would only make the experience that much more humiliating.

Finally finished with ordering grunts around, the tri colored Seeker approached her. Moonstar was gazing into the distance now, lost in thought. The clacking of thruster heels quickly reeled her back into reality. Back into the world where she was now property.

"Follow me," He said it as if he were speaking to an unintelligent beast.

Nodding slowly, she slipped off her make-shift seat and prodded after him. Her stiletto heels delicately clicking along with his much louder clipping. He lead her to a purple shuttle with it's entrance ramp lowered. Megatron was there having last words with Shockwave about something important while supplies were loaded onto the ship.

Starscream beckoned her to follow him into the bowels of the shuttle and directed her to sit on the floor by the main control panel. She did as instructed, crossing her legs and twisting her servos in the chain. Starscream took his seat before the control panel, crossed his arms, and swiveled the chair to face his slave. For a long, silent moment they never said anything. Moonstar attentively watched him, her blue optics giving away her anxiety. A slow smirk made itself visible on Starscream's handsome visage. He tapped a digit on his arm before uncrossing them and resting his elbows on the arms of the chair. His finger tips touched before him, making a steeple, and his one ped lifted to rest on his knee joint.

"What's your designation, femme?" He asked in a low, smooth voice.

Moonstar exhaled the breath she didn't realize she had been holding. "Moonstar." She replied almost inaudibly.

"Moonstar," Starscream repeated the name softly to himself. "Tell me, Moonstar, what are your thoughts concerning your current predicament?"

"Pardon?" Her voice was a little louder, but still soft and nervous.

"What do you think about being the slave to the Decepticon's Air Commander? Surely you must have an opinion on the matter?" He questioned as he studied her servos still twiddling the chain.

"I-I think…" She paused to make a sound as if she was clearing her vocalizer. "I think it is… it's scary." She said the last bit in almost a whisper.

"'Scary?' Do I scare you?" Starscream inquired with a raised optical ridge. "You should be thanking me, Moonstar. If not for me you would have joined your fellow Autobot prisoners and become the test subjects to a very painful weapon. Or, you might have been dragged away to one of the local brothels to be used again and again by brutes who do not know how to properly care for a femme like yourself."

"No, my dear Moonstar," He said as he placed his ped down and leaned forward in his seat. "You are lucky that I found you when I did and had the spark to take you."

"So are you saying you won't use me like one of those savages who frequent the whorehouses?" She demanded, her voice raised to almost normal.

"Of course not. I am a Seeker. We know how to care for femmes. No, when I take you, you will be begging me to continue." He leaned back in his chair and returned his ped to his knee. "You will be treated properly as long as you obey me and my trinemates. Give us any trouble and you will be appropriately punished."

"So, you still are going to rape me?" She said almost incredulously. "You just claimed to know how to treat a femme!"

"Don't raise your vocalizer at me." Starscream growled dangerously as he glared at her. "I own you and I shall do whatever I want with you. You are an Autobot amongst Decepticons and therefore have no rights. You listen, you obey, and you will be treated fairly."

"Fair would not be raping me." She grunted quietly to herself, but loud enough for Starscream to hear.

Starscream's optics narrowed. In one swift motion he reached forward, grabbed the chain just below Moonstar's neck, and yanked it towards him. She yelped as she was jerked to her peds and brought to Starscream's face, almost touching. Her optics wide with worry, her one servo clasping at the collar while the other wrapped around Starscream's wrist by her chest piece. His scarlet optics were slits casting their dull light on her cheek plates.

"I'm not known for my patience, Autobot." He snarled with gritted denta. "This is your final warning."

He shoved her down making her land ungraciously on her aft with a startled squawk. The end of the chain still held in his servo, he smirked wickedly as he leaned back in his chair. Moonstar glared at him. If looks could kill than Starscream would have been a puddle of bubbling metal.

"Antagonizing your new pet, Starscream?" Megatron asked not entirely interested in Moonstar's suffering.

The silver tyrant sat on the seat next to Starscream as the Seeker looked up at him with one of his classic smirks.

"I prefer the term 'educating.'" Starscream replied as he swiveled his seat to face his commander. "She will learn to obey me even if I must use less than civilized methods."

"Ah, like how I 'educate' you."

Starscream's smirk vanished to be replaced by an angry snarl. "My methods won't require orns in the medbay for recovery."

"Probably for the best. I find myself needing to turn those orns into decacycles these past few stellar cycles to get you to do as you're told."

Starscream only glared daggers at Megatron before swiveling his chair to face the control panel. "Astrotrain, wake up!" He ordered loudly.

"I've been awake for the past three breems!" Was the annoyed reply that sounded from all around the shuttle. Moonstar's optics widened realizing she was actually inside of somebody.

"Quit complaining and get us back to Earth."

"Alright, alright, don't get your wings all twisted." Astrotrain grunted.

The triplechanger sealed his hull locking the supplies and passengers safely within. His engines roared to life and he took off.

Moonstar watched Cybertron slowly shrink through the porthole closest to her, the chain taut against her throat. Her optics begun to turn white with static as she held back her sobs. She was leaving her home behind to go to who knows where to be the interface toy of the Decepticon's SIC. She couldn't cry, not now in front of him. She will show him that she will not be so easily broken. She will fight him best she could. She was an Autobot, and he a Decepticon slagger. A really arrogant, selfish, and handsome Decepticon. Handsome? Yes, he was so dead sexy with those hips and legs… Even that smirk of his.

She turned back to look at her master. He was still holding her chain, keeping her close, as he stood of to the side looking over a datapad. They were in the back of Astrotrain where the cargo and troops were. He said he had wanted to go over the cargo details, but she suspected he simply desired to get away from Megatron for a bit.

Her gaze wandered over his perfect frame, eagerly soaking up every detail. When she was young her and her femme friends would fantasize about their future lovers, sharing their visions about their perfect mech. Moonstar always dreamt about being with a Seeker. They were flyers like her, only far superior in the skies, and she envied that. They also were all cursed with being too sexy for their own good with those delicious hips and afts. Everything about them was elegant, graceful, and majestic, both root and alt modes. And Starscream was the most flawless of them all. Well, flawless in as far as physical standards went. His attitude could use a tune up.

Starscream noticed her optics scrutinizing his form and a small smirk crept over his faceplates. "See something you like?" He asked in the smoothest, sexiest of voices.

Moonstar instantly stiffened and shot her optics back to his visage. His fragging gorgeous visage. If she was human, her face would have been red with embarrassment. Starscream only smiled when he noticed her discomfort.

"Don't worry, my dear. You will be having all of this to yourself in no time."

I drew a picture of Moonstar. Do a search for "Ancillam: Moonstar by Ga-Maleven." Or, go to my homepage and select the link to my dA account. From there, go to the top menu bar and select "Gallery." After you are redirected to a new page, look to the left-hand side where you will see several folders. Select the one that is labeled as "Fanart." Once redirected, select the folder to the left that is labeled as "Transformers." The one titled as "Ancillam: Moonstar" is the image you're looking for. :)