A blue bot lay on the berth, she was a femme. Her audio receptors were small antennae on the sides of her head, and her optics were a beautiful crystal blue. She looked up to her sparkmate, husband, conjex indura, as he was holding a very small bundle in his arms. In said mech's arms was his very first sparkling. His fire red optics shining bright as he gazed at his newborn, and he smiled to his mate.
She smiled back, "Isn't she perfect, my love."
"of course she is" the mech cooed, "And she has her mother's nose."
"Her fathers frame-type."
"Her mother's smile." He paused "What shall we call her?"
"A name like yours, Soundwave."
"And a name like yours, Blastlink" he said, thoughtfull.
Blastlink's optics widened, "I know, how about Blastwave."
Soundwave shook his head, "Or how about Soundblast."
This was when the little one opened her optics for the first time. Soundwave gasped at her big, beautiful optics. They were neither blue or red, but both. They were not a combination – purple either. They were both red and blue. Red in the middle, surrounded by blue. She looked up at her father, hiccupping.
"Soundblast it is. What a lovely name for our femme." Cooed Blastlink as Soundwave returned the sparkling to her carrier.
It was then that they remembered that they were in a war. The sounds of battle crys, blaster fire, and cannonballs grew louder outside the pod they were in. Soundblast started to cry, Blastlink pulling her closer to her chest. Soundwave warmed up his weapons, the minicons in his chest wakening. He looked to his mate.
"I don't know if we can truly raise her here." He said, sadness sounding in his voice and through his sparkmate bond with Blastlink.
"Why Soundwave, we would be amazing parents. You are a good father." Said Blastlink, "WE could run away to another planet."
Soundwave shook his head, "I can't, I promised Megatronis…sorry Megatron I would help him."
"I know you are a decepticon, but surely you see how he is going down an evil path. You could join the Autobots and we could be together."
"That would be amazing, but what would the autobots think. They would not see a bot like you do, they would see a monster."
"But I could help them see you for who you are!" Blastlink pleaded.
"NO!" screamed Soundwave, at his daughter's cry he calmed, "I have gone through their minds, they only see the monster."
"But I saw who you are." Murmered Blastlink, "But is there any place we could take her to be out of the war? Would she ever be safe?"
Soundwsve looked down at the now silent sparkling, he opened his mind to her. Reaching into her very soul. She was pure of spark, but… there it was there! She inherited his gift. Coming back to his body, he looked down at his mate. His optics teared up, and he grasped her free servo in his.
"My mate, she has been giving my gift. She is strong, no matter where, she will survive."
"Your gift. But if we did send her away, how would she control it? How would she survive with out you to help her block out the voices?"
Soundwave reached deep into his subspace, pulling out a medium crystal.
"Is that? -"
Soundwave nodded, "Yes, this is a praxian crystal. It will help her when her gift comes into full power. But she can not stay on cybertron. She will be made fun of by the Autobot sparklings. And she will not survive the decepticon training. We must hide her."
"But where? There is not another mechanical planet for lightyears!"
"I know of one. An organic planet that I went to as a youngling with my sire. It is called Terra, but the Terrans call it Earth. We could give her a pretender mode, and she would survive."
Blastlink looked into her mates optics, "You sure?"
Soundwave smiled, nuzzling her, "Yes, I'm sure. They are a violent race but are young and still have caring hearts. I can even give her a minicon to accompany her."
Soundwave then reached into his subspace once again, pulling out an un activated minicon, "I built her myself."
He put the pyramid on the little ones chest, and it clasped on. Now she would have a minicon partner that would be as close as him and Lazerbeack. It would be permanent, but they would keep each other safe.
"Alright, give me the quadrantes, I will take her myself." She said, "But what if they get into your mind? Or if they make you talk."
"Then I will take up a vow of silence. So that they will never know where my daughter is."
"You sure!" Blastlink gasped.
Soundwave looked solum, "I will."
"Alright, But please make it so that you will someday speack again." She said, "I could not for eternity without hearing your voice again."
Soundwave nodded, then begain, "I soundwave, Seccond in command of the Decepticons, give a vow of silence. That until I see my daughter once again, whether alive or of lined, I will not utter a single word. I promise to Primus, and to my sparkmate, to keep them both safe in this mannor."
It was then, that he dawned a black visor. It was then that Blastlink pulled into her spark to use her special ability – the ability to teleport. She teleported to the Iacon Hall of Records, the place she worked before the war. The back rooms had not been touched yet, and she could see Alpha Trion behind his desk. He was talking to some solders.
She knocked on his door, and he gladly let her in. Shooing the solders away, he asked, "Blastlink, my dear niece. What brings you here?"
She looked him in the optics, "I need to send my daughter to earth."
His optics widened, "Daughter?"
She motined to the bundle in her arms. He asked to hold her, and Blastlink allowed him to. Moving the bit of cloth away from her helm, he marveled at her optics.
"Truly unique. Who is the father?"he asked.
"My mate is someone who I do not want reviled. Uncle, please give her a human form, so that I may take her to a place where she will be safe."
HE looked at her, "You know that she will age faster for us for the first 18 cycles. Then the human form will go away to revile who she truly is."
"Yes, but if I put her in a pod, she will stay in stasis for the next Thousand steller cycles. Hopefully the war will be close to ending."
"Are you sure?"
She said, "Yes, I am sure."
Looking her up and down, he complied. He put her in a special machine, and she turned from mechanical, to flesh in a matter of minutes after being put in. Blastlink looked down at her now human daughter, and took the Praxin crystal and put it on a chain around her neck. The now human child had a small tattoo on the palm of her hand. It was the Cybertronian symbol of her name.
Alpha Trion looked at the Praxian Crystal, "Is her father soundwave?"
"how did you know?" asked Blastlink, her spark pounding.
He smiled, "It is ok, I know he is truly an Autobot at heart. I know because as a young mechling he came to me for the answer to his little mind problem. And I gave him several crystals, this being one of them."
Blastlink looked at him, her optics tearing, "Uncle, he took a vow of silence for her."
"Of course he did, every mech wants to protect his daughter. I can tell you this before you go. No matter what, you three will be reunited. I an promis this. Take the child to earth, then go help out your sister. She and your cosin need your help."
"Cosine? Who?" she asked as she walked out.
"Your cousin is Orian Pax. But you may not recognize him, nor his name."
"Orian, that sweet young mech. (my favorite cousin) what do you mean?"
Alpha Trion gave her a mischievous smile, "You may now know him as Optimus Prime."