Transformers:Metamorphosis is based on a Transformers: Prime 1V1 Roleplay setting created by MachinaeChild & Storm-Blue of DeviantArt, edited into a fanfiction-like novel for viewer's delight. While Metamorphosis takes place during the Prime generation, previous generations and characters may be referred to, and/or included as the story progresses; as well including OCs that belong to either/or. We hope you enjoy the read just as much as we enjoyed making it!

Chapter One:

Unity

It was like an on-going sense of deja vu as the Earthen chemistry raced across the visored cockpit of the Harrier. How long had it been since she had taken a scenic route? More specifically, how long had it been since she first laid foot upon this engrossed planet? The tender touch of her memories graced her processor at the nostalgia, repeating a visual scene of which she and her sparkmate, Hawk, spoke once before of traveling to such a beautiful place. The Autobot was never privileged the opportunity to visit this new phenomenon called Earth, but he could pull off a nice gag with ease through all the stories and vivid explanations he had to tolerate from his wife.

Regardless of Hawk's absence, the harrier knew better than to travel alone. Taking point, was a silver-blue Lockheed Martin, the first to pierce against the atmosphere from the space range, creating a thin opening for those who trailed behind. Alongside the silver shaded Harrier, followed a black golden trimmed Stratoliner, and a bronze, maroon decored Vought; all following in a close proximity function.

Knocking into orbit was the easy part, but without a space bridge- the travel against pressure and gas was dreadful. The intensity of heat pricked and plied at the four's armor, threatening to send them into an upstream combustion. But as quick as it had came, the air began to cool, and humane structures cast silhouettes beneath the clouds, the small city of Jasper, Nevada, leveled with that of the solid ground.

"Warsong?" the Harrier chirped, "Scan the area. We'll need to find somewhere to hunker down for our stay until we come across others."

Obediently, the Vought fighter tilted in response, ringing out in another femme tone, "Gotcha' mom!" Within moments, a hushed sound that resembled an electronic guitar fanned out, calculating a sonic read of the land below. Several miles past the city, a notch opened up on the map, representing that of a vacant cave. As soon as the image was fully loaded into her processor, Warsong then delivered the coordinates to her mother and other siblings, hashing down a domino effect as they all dissolved into a faint light, cloaking to conceal their tracks. Unknown to the newcomers, however, there was already another individual picking away at their trail.

Arriving on set, the four fliers wasted no time in setting up shop and getting settled. The cavern had proven to be just a tad smaller than scaled onto the map, but it was nothing to complain for. Having done this several times before on smaller and even more dangerous planets, Earth was more of a welcomed retreat than worthy of being picky.

The navy highlighted mech, who had the most bulk of the four figures, was kind enough to do the heavy lifting; but not without sending a subliminal message of discomfort. "Mother, are you sure this is a good idea? Resting in a place like this... you know who all is here. The last time we encountered Decepticons, it was strained..." pausing a moment, the bot continued, as if mentally raising a finger to silence the Harrier before she could even argue, "And please don't tell me you're here for Optimus. I know you've been following grandfather..." His gesture was out of mere kindness and protection of both the Harrier and his siblings, but his tone declared a more subtle approach, the deepness of his vocals transcending softly within the cave.

Returning the accusation with a faint smile, the Harrier spoke, "I can't hide anything from you, can I Poseidon?" A light sigh passing through her metallic lips, "But yes... part of the reason we are here is because of Starscream. But, we are mercenaries at spark- and this is where the war has centered for cycles now. It is merely work for now, and nothing more."

Poseidon bowed respectfully at the response, clearly a trait that had forged from his Decepticon interior, "Understood, mother." Just as he was about to go back to irregular housework, another pair of footsteps crouched into the cavern, a pair of crimson lights emitting from the shadows of their keeper.

"My, I wasn't expecting extra company..." the voice teased, sarcasm rolling from the tip of the metaphoric tongue, "If it isn't Optimus you're here for, then what could it be? Surely you're not using me as an excuse," The voice lingered in the air like a thickened poison as the seeker's crimson and silver form began to curve into view by distorted lights.

Frowning, Poseidon stepped in front of his mother instinctively, as Warsong and the younger male stared at the familiar face plate. Warsong's expression was anything but delight, but the bipedal Stratoliner held a warm smile, almost overjoyed.

"It's been awhile..." the eldest of the seekers cooed, walking over to the younger male as his optics drifted from each underling, then to their mother.

"Indeed it has been, father," the femme noted. This was the first time Starscream had seen either his own daughter or children of her own full grown. This fact was more than enough to make the femme cautious of her deceptive family tree, but none the less told Poseidon to back down. The tall, stocky resemblance to a bulk seeker silently nodded, taking a few steps away as he turned to the oldest of company with a bow. "Grandfather.." he spoke out, a respective tone in his heavy voice.

"Save your mannerisms, Poseidon," Starscream smirked, looking back over to the black and gold trimmed bot, grasping his chin gently with curved claws. It was obvious the mech at hand was loving the attention, a mummering pur radiating from his processor. Warsong, on the other hand, was watching from a distance, her face sour. "Tell me, for what purpose would a mighty mercenary like Talon, be back here on this wrenched rock?"

"We are only in search of work. With Cybertron dead and the battle elsewhere, this planet is our only option, minus the slim chances of finding another outpost somewhere in the unknown," Talon shifted in place, glancing over at the younger two bots closest to her father-figure. "Speaking of which... why isn't Lord Megatron with you?"

The name calling of his former master made the seeker twitch, a pinch of added pressure put to his grip as he continued to stroke the golden replica. "Had you only been on better terms with Megatron's legion... you know how much of a sucker he is for Merc's such as yourself," he commented teasingly, "As for Lord Megatron... He is... in one of his moods. I figured to come here and see what other information I could get out of MECH in the meantime, rather than getting my wings torn to shreds..."

Talon couldn't help but let out a small sigh at that. She was well aware of how strained the air commander and Decepticon tyrant's relationship was, and respectively stayed out of it. What Starscream didn't know, however, was that the mercenary had more of a neutral gain towards Megatron personally, minus the factors of being bonded to an Autobot, and the offspring of one of the con's best xanatos gambits. "You know I have no preferences for either side... and from the way you talk it seems like you do. I suppose Megatron has possibly banished you at last?" she inquired snarkily, but knew better than to take Starscream's sugar-coated words as just that.

Still looming over the purring youngster, who was later called out to be Solaris by his eldest sister, the commander's red hues flicked in quick distress. Not that he had pitied himself or taken the statement for granted, but quite opposite. He pitied his leader. "Lord Megatron would be a fool to banish me, his second in command. I carry intell he can only imagine that can be stored within Autobot grasp, or even that of the... humans... at this point of war," It was easily told that by his heavy constants within his speech, that he was denying his cast-out for the time being. But Talon was no fool, and it was no mistake that Starscream's interpretation of how he managed to answer, was parallel to which she had suggested.

It wasn't that he had been banished, but had banished himself from Megatron's grasp due to an unfortunate turn of events that left the seeker on the chopping block. This wasn't the first time the Chaos offspring had threatened his Spark, and certainly wouldn't be the last; but if it meant buying him more time to exist in a formable body, the conniving seeker would do what he must to survive. Even if it meant a tedious game of hide and seek.

Lifting a hand, Talon then picked up on the second topic that had been mentioned. "And who is this, MECH? A break off outpost of some sort?"

Dropping his hand from Solaris's caress and back down to his sides, which left the golden seeker in question, Starscream continued in response to his daughter's inquiry, "MECH is a Human organization who, managed to have stumbled upon our existence... Not as a threat, like the humans that work along Optimus Prime, but with interest... And thanks to Breakdown, they have learned much of our physical potential and weak spots..."

Listening intently, Poseidon kept his optics locked on his grandfather, suspicion still holding a grudge in the back of his mind. Despite all the talk between he and his mother, he knew his younger brother was most gullible especially after being spoon fed affection from his greatest idol. In fact, Solaris had always been that way of the three siblings. Rather it was because of how much he physically favored the commander, or that he simply attached himself to anyone who'd willingly lust upon him, it had always been a weak point, and sheer luck that their run-in's with said commander were less than frequent to abuse it.

"I've... missed you. A lot," the youngest of the trio spoke out quietly, just above a whisper. Reaching out a Starscream-influenced claw, he placed the thin fingers along the commander's forearm, "Perhaps... you should stay with us. I know... Lord Megatron isn't that kind..."

The tense feel of the merc's fingertips sent a gentle chill up the silver seeker's mechanical spine, gracefully turning to face the underling with a faint smirk. Unlike the other two siblings, Solaris was the only one who gave the silver jet a chance, which had been a mistake since the beginning. From there on in, Starscream had the poor spark wrapped around his finger, and his loyalty was enough to make the seeker thrive upon his longing goal of standing in Megatron's spotlight.

Glaring faintly at the offer Solaris made, Warsong couldn't withdraw her posture in the dark any longer. "Ha, uh, no? I mean he practically has you wrapped around his claw! There's no way mother would let someone like him stay with us!" Though, the comment was quickly returned with a flinch as Solaris gave her the most uncharacteristic, poisonous look she had ever seen. The mech might have been shy, small and easily convinced, but it was a mistake and a half to ever offend him as hard as that had. Not a word had to of been spoken, just that of the bold, physical mask of fang baring, optic flaring disgust.

"Is that what you really believe? Can one not simply, promise loyalty to that of superiority?" the taller seeker smirked, amused with the childish outburst.

Glancing cautiously at her mother, Talon's look was just as near, demanding silently that the Vought apologize, no questions asked. "Er... Sorry... I spoke too soon," Warsong muttered, dragging herself to a corner behind Poseidon, a futile attempt to hide from Solaris's rage.

"I appreciate the offer, but I doubt your mother would approve..." Starscream's voice twisted with a combination of venom and mischief, "And while Lord Megatron is not kind, he simply an overloaded fool..." In a darker sense of humor and playful attempt, the second in command tapped Solaris's forehead as he spoke out, "Do not let your mind confuse the term."

Sighing deeply, Talon cued into the subject at hand. Warsong had a point, and she knew Solaris was a little too trusting towards Starscream, but she liked to believe he was smarter than that. At the very least, if her father stayed within proximity, it would be easier to keep a pair of optics on him and any scams that came with it. "Actually, father... I think I will allow you to stay. You know far more about this place then we do and I suspect that you'll won't cause us trouble as long as we're of use to you, yes?" she inquired softly after a pause, tilting her head curiously as she spoke.

"Hmm?" a growl questioned as Starscream placed his full attention back to his daughter, walking over as he left Solaris's stare to bare into Warsong with a clearer view across the cave. "You've always known me well, Talon... I suppose for now while I am upon a low, I could... direct you a few corners."

"Thank you," Talon answered firmly but lightly. "Do what what you see fit here then... within reason of course. I, however, must speak to Warsong." Politely excusing herself, she motioned for her daughter to get up and the femme did so with a small moan. However, before the two of them could leave, the Harrier had muttered something to Poseidon, which granted her a nod.

Starscream held onto his two-face smile as the two femmes made way for the exit, taking note of Poseidon's gesture- an order- from his mother, more than likely to keep both optics glued to his grandfather's every move. As soon as his audio receptors picked up the brief offset of thrusters directed into the opposing direction, the said smile fell to his defaulted scowl.

"She hasn't changed a bit... Reminds me a lot of your mother in her younger cycles," he muttered unsettlingly. There had been more to the statement, something along the lines of bipolar chemistry and something more of the sort, but it had been no higher than a whisper to himself.

"Is there...anything you need?" Solaris offered weakly, closing the space between he and his grandfather.

"I am well off, for now. Tell me, when was the last time your mother had contact with the Autobots?" Despite Poseidon who was watching everything from a distance as he stood guard at the cavern's one and only exit, the lieutenant was already trying to pry information from the weakest link, questioning any reliable factors that may help or endanger his stay.

"Not since we last saw daddy... about... a year or so ago."

That was actually mostly a lie. They had seen Hawk a few months sooner than that and it was when the four of them had been hired by the Autobots to work as spies. Of course, Solaris knew better then to give out information like that and he was very good at giving half truths in place of lies. Probably something within the biochemistry.

Pulling his arms around his back as he then began to trot around the cavern once more, Starscream thought over the reply. If it had been a year since they last had contact, that was one thing. Though, it had simply been the young bots' father, that was nothing compared to being in correlation with Optimus and the others. As far as he was concerned, he was currently in the safe zone. "Very well then..." he cooed, a devilish smirk grasping his metallic lips. Cautiously, his optics narrowed back to Poseidon and the wall quite frequently, trying to decide amongst his next move. Standing around here awaiting for his daughter to come back was irrelevant, and he did have things to settle with MECH, particularly their findings upon abandoned energon facilities.

"... I'm going to... go out for a walk," the slender voice soothed, a defaulted, nonthreatening scowl coiling against the seekers' expression.

Poseidon looked over his shoulder, rising a heavy brow at his grandfather's words. "I'm afraid I'll have to ask where you'll be going..." he spoke respectfully. "At the very least, check in regularly... mother is rather... worried often."

"Tell her I will return by morning. Hopefully by then, Warsong will learn to catch her tongue..." Starscream snarled, a pestering thorn in his side at the thought of being baby-sat.

Regardless, Poseidon stepped away from the entrance, granting the seeker passage; but put on a more serious face if that was even possible. "Mother may not trust you completely, but she does care for you."

Claws still sanctioned behind his back as he walked forth, Starscream gave Poseidon a stern browse before he breached the falling sun light at the entrance. "My location is none of Talon's business... I gave her my word that I will rest assure here. But I'm not going to sit here and fiddle with lost time." His words were taint with edge, but that's just how respect came from the seeker. "One thing you must acknowledge over femmes, is that they always worry... I will be back at a later hour."

With no time for an extra exchange of words, the silver aerial commander transformed, thrusting himself outward into the open and across the horizon. Poseidon let out a heavy sigh at that, shaking his head faintly. Talon would be annoyed at the later call that Starscream was out and about. But at the very least, she would be somewhat soothed by his 'promise' to return by day break. Peering back over his shoulder at his youngest sibling, the Lockheed noticed instantly at the lack of soft innocence from Solaris's expression.

"Should I follow, brother?" he asked louder then he was really used to, making his voice crack slightly. Poseidon merely shook his head again.

"No need... if mother's information on him is correct, he'll merely direct a comm message at us if he needs us. Though, I can not help but feel he isn't trying to pull us into his ambitions...yet." He directed his bright orange optics back towards the setting sun, frowning, "For now we must wait."

(To Be Continued)

Author's Notes!

After much debate, me and Storm decided that we're enjoying our role play so much, that we would share it with our fellow Transformers fans! Keep in mind that this is the first chapter over the first course of motion we progressed through the role play, and that all replies are in tact with no preplanning. We're just goin' with the flow with what is delivered in the replies we send each other. Taking the raw replies and editing them into a more novel-like oppress, we do hope readers enjoy this story and it's development, as much as we enjoy making it! ^_^ We appreciate all and any R&R!

Original Characters used in the making of this role play / story belong to myself (Len), and Stormblue (Talon, Warsong, Poseidon, Solaris), and under any conditions do we allow the use of our originals for anyone else work.

MachinaeChild as Starscream.

Storm-Blue as Talon, Poseidon, Solaris, Warsong.

Transformers: Metamorphosis is based upon the Transformers series credited by Hasbro; with the addition of original plotting and addition of original characters. We by no means own any cannon character or location, but do take credit of the story at play within Metamorphosis. This is a non-profit novel, being purely fan-based and means of entertainment.