Author's Note: Spurius is the sequel to The Libero Trilogy (Ancillam, Filia, Invictus, in that order). If you have not read The Libero Trilogy yet than do so immediately or else you will be very confused.
Spurius is filled with violent rapes, suspense, gruesome/graphic torture and fighting, drinking, robot drugs, 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. :)
The air was dry, the breeze having a slight chill to it despite all the many fires burning. The air smelled, the wind carrying the stench for miles. Burning energon was never the nicest of scents. It stunk. Not like burnt metal, or rotting flesh from organic bodies. No, it had it's own unique flavor. It was like something bitter, something foul, and upsetting.
It smelled. Everywhere. For miles. The corpses of all those who had fallen littering the ground for as far as the optic could see, many of them still on fire.
The ground was warm, from the fire, the bombs, the hot shrapnel, and bullet shells. It looked nothing like it had before the battle. Now a wasteland of bodies, all having perished for what? Nothing in the end. Only for a servoful of miles to claim between the never ending feud.
It was so loud, the screaming of Seeker engines, the shrieking of missiles, the deafening roar of explosions, and the cries of the dying. Now, it was silence. Only the whistling of the wind through the blown out frames of those who had lives only kliks ago.
Well, not completely silent…
"HELP ME! PLEASE, HEEELLLPPP! AHHHH!"
"Shut up, Autobot!" Starscream growled as grabbed the femme, holding her in place. His blue servo grasping her codpiece and tearing it off, ignoring her cries and begging.
"Please, please, PLEASE! Don't do this! P-please!" The Autobot femme cried hopelessly, her optics white with static and coolant flowing down her cheekplates.
Starscream didn't care. She was his now. And he would get what he wanted from her. He folded away his codpiece, his spike already hard and impatient to begin. He pinned down the femme, forcing his spike into her valve, and started to thrust with everything he had. He could have cared less that he was hurting her. Her screams were the sound of victory. He deserved this, after all. He had fought a hard battle, won it, and now it was time to reap the rewards. And what better than a good frag with such a gorgeous looking trophy?
The femme bawled loudly, covering her faceplates as she was raped. It hurt. All of it. But she couldn't fight back. He was stronger than her, heavily armed, and they were there also.
"Give it to her, Scree! Frag the Autobot right out of her!" Skywarp giggled like a little devil, his wings fluttering from his excitement.
Thundercracker stood by, his arms crossed and usual bored expression on his visage. He was eager to get his turn, but the rule was that Starscream went first, then Skywarp, then him. Then the cycle repeated until there was nothing left of their little plaything.
"Please, please, PLEASE! Ow, hah, please stop. P-PLEASE!"
"If you don't shut up I'll tear out your vocalizer." The tri-colored Seeker snapped, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, holding her in place.
"Do it, Screamer. You're sexy when you tear Autobots apart." The teleporter snickered, his lopsided smile much too large for his face.
"Oh, I'll tear someone apart." Starscream grumbled, focusing on thrusting into the femme.
He kept going, not reacting to her whimpers or slight struggling. He finally overload after a time, gritting his denta as he growled. The femme jumped a little when she felt him filling her with his transfluids, trembling now since the act was complete.
Starscream pulled out of her and shoved her at his energetic trinemate. "Don't break her."
"I won't." Skywarp said quickly, grabbing the femme, turning her around, and opening his codpiece. He quickly penetrated her and proceeded to hump furiously, causing the femme to scream and cry even louder.
Starscream perked his wings as he kept lookout, making sure no one came by to spoil their fun. Thundercracker occasionally glanced over his shoulders, mostly concentrating on the femme, impatient for his turn.
Skywarp growled when he eventually overloaded, clutching the femme tightly. Panting, he pulled out and shoved her at the blue Seeker. "All yours, TC."
Thundercracker took the whimpering femme's servo, gently leading her to him. He was not rough when he turned her around and entered her, his arms hugging her firmly to his large frame. She gasped and moaned as he began to thrust into her, not as hard and fast as his trinemates, but it still wasn't the most pleasant feeling for her.
She softly cried until he overloaded, causing her to reach her climax as well. She yelped and pulled against his hold as he exited her. He silently handed her back to Starscream where the cycle started all over again. He used her, handed her to Skywarp, then he to Thundercracker. They kept going, tearing at her plates as they got rougher, biting her neck cables, pulling her arms, and throwing her against the ground. She screamed and cried, unable to free herself from the cruel Seekers.
They had each overloaded with her eight times before Starscream threw her battered frame to the ground. She cried helplessly, too weak to stand.
"I think the glitch has had enough." The Decepticon Second grunted as he stood over her.
"Please… Please! L-let me be…" She softly begged, looking up at him with the saddest, most pitiful of optics one could create.
"Oh, fear not, my dear. We are through with you. You fulfilled your purpose and are now free to go."
She looked up at him, surprised, then happy. "Th-thank you. Thank you!"
Starscream aimed his pistol, the barrel of it almost touching her brow between her cerulean optics. Her optics widened with fear, her frame trembling.
"Please, please don't-!"
She didn't get a chance to finish before the gun went off and her abused body fell limp to the ground. The evidence of her last breems of life clearly imprinted on it.
"Well, one less Autobot." Starscream said as he subspaced his pistol.
"Now we need to find another femme to frag!" Skywarp exclaimed. "Brothel? I'm still horny!"
"You're always horny." Thundercracker grunted, his arms crossed and looking as grouchy as ever.
Skywarp laughed like a maniac, his wings fluttering from his excitement. "Want me to frag you, TC? You look so sexy right now!"
Starscream smirked. "I might take you up on that offer. But later."
"Got it, Scree!"
"Don't call me that."
Skywarp skipped over to his trineleader and hugged him, smiling stupidly. "You're so sexy and fraggable, Screamer. We don't need a femme when we got you."
"Femmes are pretty worthless when I'm around." He smiled, patting his trinemate on the helm lovingly.
"Yeah, femmes are just for fragging and beating. Who needs them!? Not us! Plus they are DRAAAMAAA! Like, seriously." The black Seeker waved a servo in a very feminine manner.
"Well, I will most certainly never be involved with one. I have better things to do than waste time with one outside of the berth." He said resolutely.
"Femmes should all be kept in brothels and as our personal interface slaves."
"Agreed."
"You two are sick." Thundercracker grunted in his usual tone.
"No, I'm fabulous." Starscream said with a girlish wave.
"Too fabulous for any femme!" The teleporter giggled.
"Certainly. Femmes are not worth my attention unless it is to pleasure my frame. I'll never be close to one."
Never be close….
Never…
Vos - 52 Stellar Cycles After the Ending of Invictus
"She was a good friend… A great friend." Thundercracker said as he stood at the podium, addressing the solemn crowd.
Pallbearers walked down the isle, nearing the crypt.
"I miss her so much… She never shouted at me… She was incredible." Skywarp said softly, coolant leaking from his red optics.
Seekers lined the way, wings low, watching the procession.
"She was the best, really. I am lucky to have had her as my carrier. I'll never not miss my mom." Dawnstar spoke, taking her turn at the podium.
Wailing, final goodbyes, and servos touching the coffin, all wishing they could have been with her one last time. To have seen her smile again.
"She had a fire in her, that femme. She was the only one who could tame Starscream." Hotlink said with a faint smile.
They carried her coffin into the crypt, red optics filled with static, never looking away.
"If anyone could have led the Seekers better than Starscream it was her. For that short time she was in charge, I know I was scared of her." Bitstream chuckled, remember those fond memories.
They set her coffin down before a statue built of her, placing her into the grave.
"She was kind. She greeted everyone with a smile, and was so quick to help those in need. Whether Seeker or not." Sunstorm spoke.
The heavy, metal slab was pulled over her coffin, her monument looking like that of royalty.
"We will all miss her dearly. Her death just showed how utterly pointless the war really was when amazing sparks like hers were extinguished for simply being at the wrong place at the wrong time." Nacelle said bitterly.
They exited the crypt where all Seekers who had fallen before were now placed. Their frames recovered from morgues and battlefields from across the galaxy, finally bringing them home to lay rest in their proper graves. The first and only non-Seeker now resting with them, in the place where only queens should lie.
"At first I hated her… I only saw her as something to use as I pleased to. But she became the world to me and not a damn orbital cycle goes by that I don't regret the things I did to her. She was my best friend, my lover, my mate… Everything. She gave me the most beautiful daughter I never knew I wanted. She changed me. For the better. She made me a better leader for my people. She made me come to realize some very important aspects of life. My life." The Seeker leader paused, his golden crown on his helm and a red cape hanging from his shoulders, gently waving in the calm breeze. "If it wasn't for Moonstar, this war may still be ongoing. I may still be suffering at the servos of Megatron. There could be even more of us dead. Moonstar will always be in our sparks. She may not have had the frame of a Seeker but she was one of us. She was my Conjunx Endura, my equal, your queen if such a title is warranted for the position of the Alpha's mate. She is free now. Forever to fly in the skies above."
He watched as the crypt's massive, decorated door slid shut and locked, leaving only the dead within. He knew everyone was watching him, but he didn't notice. His optics could only focus on that door, knowing she was behind it. Cold, lifeless. They were watching him, silent as they saw their leader try to remain strong for them. Coolant leaking down his cheekplates, his wings neutral, optics dim. He swallowed, wishing he could have saved her.
"I love you, Moonstar. I always will. Thank you for everything you did for me and my people. We won't forget." He finished, looking over to her coffin and giving a nod for it to be carried to the crypt.
He stood there, unable to move, watching that door still. A large servo rested on his shoulder, making him finally look up into the loving optics of his Conjunx Endura.
"Starscream?" Skyfire said barely louder than a whisper.
The Seeker leader just looked at him for a long moment before pushing him away, transforming, and flying into the sky, unable to take it anymore.
Skyfire and the Seekers watched him go, knowing that he needed some time alone. Dawnstar glanced at the others before transforming and flying after her sire. She followed him to the top of the capital spiral, transforming and landing on the massive balcony. The door was open as she ran inside, her wings lowering. She walked to the large berth and sat beside him, placing a servo on his wing and stroking it to comfort him.
"Dad?"
He didn't look up, crying into his folded arms as he lied on his front, his wings drooping.
"I miss her, too. We all do." She hugged him, needing physical contact and comfort.
He finally sat up and hugged her back, crying into her shoulder, clinging to her tightly, scared of losing her. Coolant flowed down her cheekplates, rubbing circles on her sire's back.
"Let it out, dad. We all miss her. We all do." She said softly, her optics offlining.
Spurius
Chapter 1
Cybertron was much different after nearly 53 stellar cycles since the war ended. The economy was better, cities were being rebuilt, businesses were thriving, and Autobot and Decepticons alike were beginning to get along.
Vos was primarily inhabited by Decepticons. Shortly after Megatron died, Starscream relocated all his Seekers, the Constructicons, and many other Decepticons to the ruined city. They had labored without rest until generators were built, giving the beings energon, and then worked even harder to repair the towers and other buildings. Businesses soon moved in, and now the city was almost as it once had been.
After the crypt was rebuilt, the dead were collected from across the galaxy by cleanup crews. The frames of Seekers were removed from the massive piles and given to Vos to be laid to rest. It was comforting almost to know that he managed to keep one promise to his people, that they all would be returned home in some way or another.
With the city almost completely restored and his people safe, he encouraged them all to begin having families. And that they did. Seekerlets were popping out faster than Hook could keep up with. Almost a hundred were born after the first stellar cycle of given the command, and even more the next few stellar cycles.
The Seekers all resided in the spirals, which were the tallest towers within the city. They were called spirals for all the balconies on them made it appear that they were just giant spiraling staircases.
Each spiral was comprised of multiple apartments. Every apartment was three levels. The first level had a living room, a storage room, energon dispenser, entertainment system, and various furniture. A door connected to the living room led to a massive balcony that served as the "front porch" to the apartment. The other two levels of the apartment were berthrooms, washrooms, closets, all filled with various furniture and items.
These massive apartments were owned by a trine each or by a single Seeker. Their large size ensured that plenty of Seekerlets could live inside, allowing the trines to make a lot of them. Which their population needed to grow badly.
Starscream and his trine lived in the capital spiral, which was different in that it wasn't composed of just apartments. There were his quarters at the top which were larger than any apartment, and above it on the final floor was his throne room. The rest of the tower was composed of living areas for guards, storage rooms for weapons, medical facilities, and a laboratory.
Every spiral did not have a way in from the ground. The only way to enter was to fly to a balcony. Inside each tower was a "tunnel." Like an elevator shaft going from the ground to the top, only it was circular, much larger, and had no elevator. Seekers would use their thruster heels to fly up or down, having enough room to pass each other and carry large items.
Every apartment had an opening to land on the first level of from the inside, and another door.
Even though not all the hundreds of spirals were occupied, they had still been repaired for the future generations to settle in. The grounders lived in their towers and various other buildings below, where all the businesses were located. Most of the towers were once used for Seeker businesses and offices, but now very few Seekers were into such work after fighting for so long. They were now being used by grounders and other flying models, with some Seekers trying to relearn their skills in non-military positions.
Starscream was proud of how well his city was doing. He had managed to even get trade going with other city-states, ensuring the economic future of Vos. His city was well fueled, safe, the housing perfect for raising families, and the future looking bright.
He had done it. He had gotten his people through this war and got them a better life because of his sacrifices and leadership. They were pleased with him. His trinemates were pleased with him. He was pleased with himself almost.
No, it was happy. It was great to be a Seeker. It was great leading these incredible people and watching them grow. And how eager they were to introduce their newest creations to him and tell their little ones what a great leader he was. It all was perfect.
Why wasn't he happy?
"Seeker Starscream of Vos, Alpha leader of the Seekers, former Second in Command and Air Marshall of the Decepticon forces, and Queen Glitch, you have been brought before this court of law for the following crimes: Insulting your trinemates, Seeker Thundercracker of Vos and Seeker Skywarp of Vos, by using derogatory terms and threatening physical abuse to their being. You have also emotionally hurt your Conjunx Endura, Skyfire of Vos, by claiming that his carrier was a 'slut' for a one time occurrence that she cheated on his sire with another mech. How do you plea?"
Starscream smirked, not intimidated at all by Thundercracker's accusations. "Guilty."
"Do you have any final words before I sentence you?" Thundercracker demanded.
Starscream shrugged. "No one's perfect."
Thundercracker eyed him. "Very well. The court sentences you to bondage and paddling from your trinemates until their arms fall off." He then hit a small mallet on the table. "Take him away, Skywarp!"
Skywarp giggled, skipping over to Starscream and grabbing his arm. "Scree is going to get it!"
"I have no regrets." Starscream replied flatly before he was pushed onto his very large berth.
His trinemates wasted no time in tying his wrists behind his back, then his wings were clamped together. His ankles and legs just below the knee joints were tied tightly against each other, before he was made to lie on his front with a pile of cushions placed under his pelvic area, forcing his aft to be lifted up.
His trinemates sat on either side of him, Thundercracker bending over a metal cable as Skywarp got an energy tawse. The tri-colored Seeker yelped when the first blow struck him, followed by even more. Thundercracker's were much harder than Skywarp's, and it wasn't long before his poor red aft was dented and burning with pain.
"OW! I hate you! Ah! Slagging trinemates!" He screamed, wriggling some from the lashes.
Skyfire palmed the door open and entered, pausing as he studied what was happening. "Why are you guys hitting him this time?"
"Because he insulted all of us." Skywarp nodded, never ceasing in beating Starscream aft.
"Ow! Primus! Skyfire! Save me!" Starscream shouted.
"He can't save you until we're done with you." Thundercracker snapped.
"Why did I make this deal!? Ow!"
Skyfire walked over and sat on the berth closest to Skywarp. He watched for a moment before speaking. "Doing alright?"
Starscream didn't answer immediately as he yelped from the blows. "NO! YOU MORON!"
"I think you've earned extra." Thundercracker said.
"Nooo…. Not extr-AH!"
Skyfire stroked the top of Starscream's helm before leaning over and kissing him on the cheekplates. "I love you. Know that if it was anyone else, I would beat them and save you."
"LIAR!"
Skyfire grinned, patting Starscream's helm and stroking it as he waited for the two Seekers to finish up punishing their trineleader. It was a couple of breems later when that finally happened.
Skywarp set aside his weapon of choice and rubbed over Starscream's aft before giving it a loving kiss. "It's all over, Screamer. Your punishment has come to an end."
"Finally…"
The trinemates untied their leader who quickly rubbed his servos over his sore aft before slowly sitting up. "Jerks… May I go to my office now?"
Thundercracker tossed the chains aside before answering him. "You may. Don't make us have to do this to you again."
"No, be bad! I like hitting your sexy aft!" Skywarp giggled, his wings fluttering rapidly.
Starscream flicked his wings in annoyance as he slid off the berth. "So I've noticed… Slagging trinemates…" He grumbled as he walked off, his servos still rubbing his aft pitifully.
He didn't need an office as the leader of the Seekers, but he was so use to using one that he had one built in a berthroom just beneath his quarters. Usually, such berthrooms were for servants, but he didn't have any of those. And unlike previous Alphas, he didn't just lead the Seekers. He ruled an entire city-state and had to see to all aspects of it, from protecting the people, keeping the economy running, making laws, and dealing with the court system. It was a lot of work, and he appreciated it. It kept his processor busy and off of sad topics. Topics like the death of his mate and so many of his people, the horrors of the war, his abuse from Megatron, and all the dark secrets he still carried with him. He still had panic attacks, nightmares, and emotional breakdowns from the hell he lived through. His demons were a constant reminder to all of his past sins, and they never gave him rest.
He entered his code and walked into his office. It was set up just as his office in Kaon had been. Some memories from the past he still thought fondly of, and leading an army was something he was proud of. Not for killing or conquering, but for doing what he had to do to see to the survival of the Seekers. To change Cybertron for the better. To end the old ways and bring about the new.
The Seeker sat at his desk, grunting from the pain in his aft. He onlined his computer, pulling up his email on the monitor and checking it. So many messages, many he didn't care for. From Seekers, from Hook, from grounders within his city. All needing something, all whining. Especially Hook. He always complained.
He read through them, all of them. He never not read a message from those under his rule. He needed to make their lives better, and hearing them was step one.
He finished going through his emails and started on checking stats for the city in how the businesses were fairing, the energon being created by the generators, and other boring tasks.
His wings perked when there was a knock at his door.
"Enter."
The door opened and a primarily red Seeker with black wings and highlights over his frame entered. He smiled, wings fluttering as he quickly trotted over.
"Hey, grandsire."
Starscream smiled, not looking away from the monitor. "Hey, Starstreak. What are you up to?"
"Causing trouble." He came around the desk and sat on Starscream's lap, hugging him.
"Oh, Primus! You are way too big for this."
Starstreak fluttered his wings, cuddling close. "So, what is the grouchy plates doing?"
"Looking at boring slag. My life. What else is new?"
"You are really boring."
"What is your carrier up to?"
"Mom is being mom. Weird as always."
"I'm sorry I did that to her. Is she going to make me more grandcreations?"
"Grandsire…."
"Just asking."
"So, dad said he wants to start a business. Merchandise selling. He said he did it before the war and Uncle Sunstreaker is starting up commissions."
"That's nice."
"I think I'm going to help dad. It would be fun having a job!" He smiled, jumping up and down some excitedly.
"Don't do that. Stop." He grunted until his grandcreation settled. "You can get a job. Nothing wrong with that. Just make sure you get a trine."
"Primus, you and nagging me about a trine!" He groaned.
"Every Seeker needs a trine. A trine provides protection, love, a family… I want great-grandcreations."
"Want me to be all traditional and have a million?"
"That's fine."
"Blech… Sparklings whine and make a lot of noise."
"So do most adults. Now, why are you bothering me?"
"I just came to tell my favorite grandsire how much I love him!"
"How much Shanix do you want?" He asked monotoned as he unsubspaced a bag of the currency and opened it to count.
"Grandsire, I don't need Shanix. I just… I wanted to talk to you."
"About?" He didn't look at him as he counted out some Shanix and handed it Starstreak, never missing a chance to spoil his grandcreations.
Starstreak gave Starscream a look before accepting the Shanix and subspacing it. "I feel… different…"
"How so, sweetie?" He asked as he subspaced the rest of the Shanix.
"I don't know… I just feel… like dad looks at me differently than he does with my siblings…"
"How does he look at you?"
"Like… I don't know… Like I'm different. I also… I don't look like him as much as the others. And it's not because I take after mom more. I just…. I look weird."
"You do not look 'weird,' Starstreak You look like a Seeker and my grandcreation."
Starstreak was silent for a moment before venting a sigh. "Still…"
"Still…?"
"I don't know…"
Starscream studied him, knowing why he felt like this. "Starstreak, why don't you go speak to your creators about this? I'm sure they have a lot to tell you."
"Maybe…"
"Go speak to them. That's an order."
"Fine…"
"Try again."
"Sir, yes, sir."
Starscream smirked. "That's better. Give your favorite grandsire a kiss."
"You're my only grandsire." He said before kissing Starscream on the cheekplates and hugging him.
"Which makes me all the better. Go speak to your creators and get working on courting."
"I'm not ready to trine."
"It takes time. I gave you a list of the perfect potential trinemates! Court them all! Just slap their afts. Skywarp won me over with that tactic."
"Okay, I think I'll leave before I get another lecture from the grouchy old mech." "He said as he started to remove himself from Starscream's lap.
"Who are you calling 'old?!' You want to hear about an 'old grouch,' well I have some stories about this slaghelmed idiot designated Megatron."
"Sure you do, gramps."
"DO NOT CALL ME THAT!" He shrieked as his grandcreation left the room.
Dawnstar moaned, pushing back against the yellow grounder behind her, feeling his spike inside of her, thrusting hard. His golden servos holding her waist tightly, as black servos gripped her helm and shoulder vent. She sucked and licked her glossa around the spike in her mouth, feeling it go deep into her throat with every thrust. Her wings fluttered and flicked from stimulation, her thin digits holding the hips of her Conjunx Endura, working on getting him to overload.
Sideswipe was smiling, being gentle as he thrust into her mouth, unlike Sunstreaker who was humping her hard from the back. She didn't mind, though. She liked being roughly handled during interface, and nothing made her happier than a threesome with the Autobot twins. The other Seekers frowned on her relationship, and even though Starscream rather her be doing such things with a trine, he kept his mouth shut. It was her decision and she was old enough to make her own choices in life. As long as she made him grandcreations he was happy.
And she did do that. Five wonderful Seekers she had given birth to. Starstreak, the eldest, then there was Moonlight, the femme who was designated after his carrier. Skyraider was next, a Seeker mech who spent most of his time chasing potential trinemates than anything else. Starblade was the second femme they had. She was dominant, clearly going to be a trineleader and a vicious warrior. And the last one was Thunderbolt, who loved nothing more than reading and learning.
They had a sixth, but after a miscarriage Dawnstar decided to take a break from having sparklings. It was hard for her knowing that she had a lost one of her creations, and she was worried about it happening again. Despite Hook assuring her that the chances were still low, she wanted to stay safe and perhaps try again after some time.
All her creations were now grown, and having reached the age of twenty-five stellar cycles, it was traditional for Seekers to kick them out of the trine and force them to live on their own or go find trinemates. Dawnstar didn't keep to the rules, so her creations still stayed around, all living in the capital spiral with her and the Elite Trine. Which Starscream enjoyed, knowing that his grandcreations were all there to visit him and spend time with their grandsire.
Dawnstar gasped when Sideswipe overloaded, filling her mouth with his transfluid. She jerked her helm back, then spat it all out onto his chest plates.
"Ack! Dawn!" Sideswipe exclaimed jumping back, then glaring at her. "Seriously?!"
Dawnstar smirked, pushing back against Sunstreaker, reaching back and grasping his aft. "Someone's pissed off. Oh, harder, Sunny! This Seeker needs a hard frag!"
Sideswipe grumbled something as he grabbed a towel from the berth and started to wipe his chest plates clean. "Seekers…"
Dawnstar giggled, twisting herself around, grabbing Sunstreaker's mandible and kissing him on the lip plates. He didn't fight her, instead kissing back until he overloaded, causing her to do the same when she felt him filling her with his fluids.
"Oh, you two… You make a Seeker feel good!" She sexily said, nuzzling olfactory sensors with Sunstreaker.
The yellow Autobot narrowed his optics, pulled out of her, and shoved her away. She giggled, closing her codpiece and snatching the towel from Sideswipe to clean herself with.
"So, we go again in a joor, right?" The red and black Seeker asked with a wink to her mate.
"Are all Seekers insatiable like you..?" Sideswipe grunted.
"I don't know. They certainly are always fragging in public."
"Blech, don't remind me of such mental images."
"We should do it."
"No, Dawn. I told you I do not want to do that."
"But it's how Seekers claim trinemates and mates in general. To show everyone that we belong together and-"
"I know, I know. You've told me a thousands times. I still am not doing that. Behind closed doors only."
Dawnstar rolled her optics. "Grounders are no fun, sometimes."
"I'm plenty fun!"
Dawnstar studied him for a moment before grasping his aft and giving it a smack. "Yeah, you sometimes are." She smirked.
"Ow…"
A knock at the door made them all look up, Dawnstar perking her wings curiously.
"Who is it?" Sideswipe inquired.
"Starstreak!" A vocalizer said from the other side.
Dawnstar trotted to the door and opened it. "Hey, sweetie. What's up?"
"Primus, it smells it here. You guys were 'doing it,' weren't you?" He said as he covered his olfactory sensor.
Dawnstar rolled her optics. "Just you wait until you get a trine."
"I think I'll die a virgin."
"What do you want, spawn?"
"I was wondering if I could talk to you and dad for a klik. I-if you're not too busy, that is."
"Of course not. Come in."
"Ew, after you guys were being gross? I'll pass."
"Do you want to talk or not?"
"Not in here."
"You know, if we didn't 'do it' you wouldn't have been born."
"At this point I would be fine with that."
"You think like a grounder…"
"Is that suppose to mean something?" Sideswipe demanded.
Dawnstar ignored him and stepped out of her quarters. "We'll talk in the living room. Sideswipe, come with us."
"Coming!"
Dawnstar led the two mechs down the stairs and to the living room, sitting down on the couch. Sideswipe sat next to her, wrapping an arm on the back of the couch behind her and placing a ped on his knee. Starstreak sat on the couch opposite them, wings perked as he rested his elbows on his knees and folded his digits together.
"So, what do you want to talk about, eldest spawn?" Dawnstar asked.
"Well…" Starstreak said slowly, trying to think of the right words to say so as not to sound mean. "I just… I've been thinking about this for a long time, okay. And… And I finally got enough courage to go and talk to grandsire about it… A-and he told me I should talk to you guys."
"We're all audio receptors." Sideswipe said.
"Well, I… I love you both, I do. You two are the best, but I just feel… different."
Sideswipe raised an optical ridge. "How so?"
"You can tell us, sweetie. We won't get mad." Dawnstar encouraged him gently.
Starstreak was silent for a bit before speaking, his wings lowering, optics not looking at anyone. "I feel like I'm treated differently than your other creations… N-not by you mom… You still treat me pretty much the same… But dad sometimes just… He doesn't look at me like he does Moonlight or Thunderbolt, or the other two… He never does as much with me as he does with them… A-and I just… I feel like there's a reason for it." He looked up at them. "I just want to know why."
Dawnstar flicked her wings, optics narrowing before punching Sideswipe's arm.
"Ow! Primus, femme! What was that for?!" Sideswipe exclaimed, surprised by her reaction as he rubbed his injured arm.
"You know why, dumbaft." She snapped before turning to Starstreak. "Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry. Why didn't you come talk to us sooner about this?"
Starstreak swallowed. "I just have been worried about it. I don't know…"
Dawnstar studied him before venting a sigh. "I think we should have told you a long time ago, sweetie. I'm sorry for keeping this secret from you for so long.."
"What secret?"
"Starstreak… You're my first creation. I was so scared when I was carrying you. The circumstances of that wasn't the best…"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean… I'm your carrier, but Sideswipe is not your sire. Your sire is someone else. I don't even know what his designation is."
Starstreak's optics widened, just staring at her in disbelief. "H-he's not my sire? Th-that's why he treated me differently?"
"I didn't mean to! I thought I was treating you all equally!" Sideswipe piped up.
Dawnstar patted her mate's thigh to get him to calm down. "He didn't mean to do that, it must have just been subconscious. But, yes, your sire is a Decepticon grounder."
"Wait… What happened? Was it a one night stand after drinking a lot?" The red Seeker asked.
"I was… I was raped, sweetie… And you were the result. I was alone and was attacked by him. It was scary carrying and not having anyone around, but I managed to get through it, give birth to you all on my own, and then get us back to the safety of your grandsire. It was a dark time in my life. I thought running away and living on my own would solve all my problems. I was so very wrong. The one thing it did was teach me that my sire was right. And I was somehow blessed with you." She faintly smiled at him.
Starstreak was silent, shocked that his kind, amazing carrier had been so horribly raped, and the fact that Sideswipe wasn't even his real sire. No, his sire was some rapist jerk who went around hurting femmes and who knows what else!
"I'm… I-I'm a bastard…" He swallowed.
"Sweetspark, there's nothing wrong with that. I was a bastard for a long time. You heard the story of how my sire raped my carrier and had her as an interface slave, and I was an accident."
"Yeah, but they got together and loved each other. You don't even know the designation of the guy who sparked you! I… I'm the creation of violence…"
"So am I. Who cares how you were created. You are alive, I love you, you have a family that loves you, and you will find a trine who will cherish you for eternity."
"Who wants to trine a bastard?"
"I've been getting courted."
"Wait, what?" Sideswipe turned to her.
Dawnstar ignored him. "Starstreak, don't stress out about this. There's nothing to be upset about."
Starstreak just looked up at her before standing up. "I… I need to go fly." He didn't give the two a chance to speak, quickly going to the door, opening it, and running onto the balcony. He transformed and flew off, soon breaking the sound barrier.
Dawnstar and Sideswipe watched him go, silent.
"Well… That went well." The grounder grunted.
Dawnstar rolled her optics. "You make everything worse…"
"How so?"
"You know." She growled as she got up and marched away.
"Wait, I really don't! Dawn? Dawnstar…" He vented a sigh after she had flown up to the second level. "Femmes… No way to ever understand them…"
Starscream and his trinemates walked through the courtyards of Vos, the two following their trineleader in perfect formation. The courtyard was a large open space, the center of Vos and next to the capital spiral. Within the courtyard were statues of every Alpha Seeker, Starscream included. At one end of the courtyard was the entrance to the crypt where Moonstar and all other Seekers had been laid to rest. Another end of the courtyard had a stage for addressing large crowds, the location where Alphas often gave speeches to the other Seekers, or were used for other purposes. It was the spot where Starscream had won his right has leader of the Seekers, just as those before him had.
The current Seeker leader was simply checking on his people, smiling at the Seekerlets playing in the fountains, and watching new trinemates get together. His people were happy, they were enjoying life without war, and no one was complaining.
Well, almost no one. The problem that he had managed to cease so long ago had come back to haunt him. As new generations came, and continue creating the next one, so do they bring their new, unique perspectives and ideologies to the world. Starscream didn't hate this. No, he had brought many changes as well. He was the first non-traditional leader, and did many things that traditional Seekers found scandalous or devious.
No, the problem was what every Alpha had to face. And that was these young Seekers thinking they were better than the rest, smarter than their leader, and challenging him for leadership. He was not about to give up his position to anyone. He had worked hard to be where he was and would kill again for it. That option was very tempting when dealing with a certain young Seeker mech.
"Starscream!"
The designated Seeker rolled his optics. "Not this again…" He grumbled in annoyance.
A young, blue and white Seeker stomped over, his wings flared aggressively. "Starscream, I challenge you to a fight for dominance!" He shouted as he pointed a digit at the tri-colored Seeker's faceplates.
"Stormbreaker, don't make me have to dominate you again. Where is Hotlink and Bitstream? Don't they need to clean out your waste tank?"
"I am not a sparkling! I'm thirty-seven stellar cycles old and I will be the new Alpha!"
"If you don't scamper I will call your sire and carrier over here to collect you. I'm sure Hotlink would have a few things to say to you."
"My sire doesn't care. And he agrees that you are not the best leader for the Seekers!"
"He only says that because he's traditional. Step aside, youngling. Don't make we tear off your limbs." Starscream said in such a bored tone, as if this was a daily occurrence.
"I'm not afraid of you, Starscream." He growled, wings flicking.
"Mistake number one." Starscream waved a digit at him before resuming his walk, his trinemates following in perfect formation, obediently remaining silent as was expected of them.
"Don't you walk away from me, Starscream!" He shrieked after him.
"I'm walking away. And I don't give a flying frag! Go court someone, Stormbreaker. A trine should be priority one, not pissing me off and getting dominated in front of everyone." He said without even looking back.
"You will not dominate me again, Starscream! I'll be the one dominating you! And tearing off your wings!"
Starscream finally stopped and looked back at him, wings hiking up. "The thought of you dominating anything is hysterical in itself. I imagine perhaps a petrorabbit would suffice, unless you manage to trine a Seeker as submissive as Sunstorm, you have no hope."
"Do not insult me!"
Starscream smirked. "Don't need to, actually. You do that well enough on your own." He then pivoted on a thruster heel and continued walking, ignoring Skywarp's immature snort.
Stormbreaker clenched his servos at his sides, shaking with raw fury. Starscream was an idiot to mock him. He would become the new leader of the Seekers and he will kill Starscream to ensure he stayed leader. And he would bring traditionalism back to all it's glory.
"You're a coward, Starscream! A coward!" He screamed after him.
Starscream instantly stopped, his wings raising before flicking. He twirled around and stomped straight back to Stormbreaker, his optics narrow. "You want to repeat that, Stormbreaker?" He growled, his wings flicking.
Stormbreaker crossed his arms. "You're a coward, Starscream. Running from a fight. Guess you really aren't all you claim to be, huh?"
Starscream's engine growled, getting really agitated now. "I'm about to hurt you, Stormbreaker. Submit, or else."
Stormbreaker didn't break optic contact with Starscream, instead smirking as he crossed his arms, wings raising defiantly. The other Seekers who were in the courtyard were watching now, all eager to see a fight.
"I will not submit to you, Starscream. But, you can submit to me and I'll spare you the humiliation of-ah!" He yelped when Starscream punched him in the faceplates, causing him to stumble backwards.
His wings flicked, glaring at the young Seeker. "Submit, Stormbreaker."
Stormbreaker rubbed his hurting cheekplates, glaring death at the older Seeker. "Go frag yourself."
That was it for Starscream. He lunged his servo out, grabbing the wrist of the disobedient Seeker, and yanking him towards him. Stormbreaker cried out from the sudden movement, pulling against Starscream's grip, but the other Seeker was far more experience when it came to fighting. He grasped his wings and slammed him against the back of a nearby bench, pinning him down.
"You submit to me now or get dominated in front of everyone, Stormbreaker." Starscream snarled, bending the tip of Stormbreaker's left wing.
"Ow! Ah! Stop it! Let me go!" He screeched, struggling to get free.
Starscream grasped his nape and pushed down, keeping him in place as his other servo grabbed Stormbreaker's codpiece. "Open or submit, Stormbreaker."
Stormbreaker swallowed. He had been dominated once before, and it was the most painful experience he had ever gone through. Starscream rarely ever did it, but when he did he was ruthless. He didn't stop at just dominating. He tore and bent wings, bit neck cables, and slammed faces into whatever the Seeker was forced against. Just seeing him dominating his trinemates made most too intimidated to ever dare challenge him.
What was worse was he was already being humiliated by simply being pinned down in front of a crowd. And to get dominated on top of that? No, his valve didn't need to get brutalized and his frame torn up.
He lowered his wings all the way, his frame going limp, and looked down, showing complete submission to his leader.
Starscream continued to hold him for a bit more before releasing him and stepping back. "Smart choice."
Stormbreaker stayed there for a moment before standing straight, keeping his wings low and glaring at Starscream.
"Is there something else you would like to say?" The former Decepticon Second asked dangerously, wings flicking.
"No… sir." Stormbreaker growled between gritted denta.
"Mhmm, you're dismissed."
Stormbreaker stomped off, transformed, and flew away. Starscream watched him go before turning to his trinemates.
"Younglings…" He grunted.
"Eh, he'll get over it, Scree." Skywarp said with a dismissive wave.
"He better. I'm getting tired of dealing with him."
"You like putting people back into their place." Thundercracker commented.
"I do. I like being the boss." He smirked.
Skywarp suddenly hugged Starscream tightly, and seductively whispered to him, "You can be my boss." He finished with a giggle.
Starscream rolled his optics and pushed his eccentric trinemate away. "Come on…" He grunted as he started to walk off.
His trinemates followed in formation behind him, their wings raised high. Starscream gave his a slight flick, still annoyed about Stormbreaker. He continued on his way, perking his wings when he saw a Seeker with a newly emerged Seekerlet in his arms. The little one had recently onlined his optics for the first time, smiling up at his carrier. Seekerlets about four to seven stellar cycles of age were playing some sort of tag game around the adult Seekers, all laughing screaming, and smiling.
The Seeker leader lowered his wings, stopping and watching. He swallowed, remembering Dawnstar when she was that age. So small, frail, and perfect. Then, he thought about the sparkling he had lost with Moonstar, and the one who had been torn from his gestation tank by Megatron. He would never have another. His gestation tank couldn't support life and his nanite production unit was completely removed from his frame.
He forever would only have Dawnstar as his creation. But he wanted another. He wanted to have one with Skyfire, maybe one with his trinemates if they wanted it as well. He wanted a son. A little mechling to raise, play with, and watch grow into a mech. He wouldn't complain if he had another daughter, but he wanted to see what it was like to have a son. Maybe they were easier to raise than daughters? Maybe harder? Who knows.
But he could never have one. Megatron saw to that. Megatron who he had killed. The secret of that still only his. The Autobots couldn't find out that he had murdered their prisoner. Their silly system of law would make things difficult for the Seeker if the truth got out.
Starscream vented a sigh, his optics dimming as he started to turn away from the Seekerlets.
"Star?" Thundercracker asked softly, seeing that his trineleader was upset.
"Hmm?" Starscream looked up at him, wings perking a little.
"What's wrong, love?"
"Nothing, TC. I'm fine."
"No, you're not. You're anything but."
"I'll function." He said quietly, not looking at the blue Seeker before walking on, trying to forget the memories of his lost creations.
Skywarp shared a concerned glance with Thundercracker, then followed his leader.
Starscream sat on the couch in his quarters reading from a datapad. His wings slightly lowered, concentrating on the task at servo. He didn't even notice when Skyfire entered the room and approached.
"Hey, what are you looking at?" The shuttle inquired with a smile.
Starscream's optics widened before quickly offlining the datapad and lowering it to his lap. His wings perked, looking up at his mate. "Nothing. Nothing at all, Sky. What are you doing?"
Skyfire raised an optical ridge, sitting beside the Seeker and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "Checking in on my handsome Conjunx Endura."
Starscream smirked, looking down. "I am handsome, aren't I?"
Skyfire chuckled, giving the fighter jet a kiss on the top of his helm. "You are. So, what are you looking at?"
"Nothing." He pushed the datapad aside.
"Has to be something or else you wouldn't have been looking at it." He said as he pulled Starscream onto his lap, wrapping an arm around the thin, red waist.
"It's nothing, Sky. Honest. No need to interrogate me."
"I'm not interrogating. I'm curious."
"You're being demanding."
"Look who's talking."
"What's that suppose to mean?" The smaller mech narrowed his optics and looked back at the white Autobot.
"I mean, you're very bossy."
"Psssht! As if. I'm not bossy. I'm fabulous!" He said it with a feminine wave of his servo.
"Uh huh." He kissed Starscream's neck. "So fabulous."
"I am. And I'm not bossy."
"I'll take your word for it."
"Mhmm…" He was silent for a moment before flicking his wings and glaring at Skyfire. "Your spike. My valve. Now."
Skyfire snickered. "I thought you weren't bossy."
"Not being bossy! I want to bond with you."
"Just us or getting the other two involved?" He kissed his mate on the nape, his free servo reaching out for the datapad while the Seeker was distracted.
"Nah. Those two can self service for all I care. I want you all to myself tonight." He smiled as he cuddled against Skyfire, hugging him. "My big, fat, sexy shuttle."
"Fat?"
"Chunky."
"Maybe I shouldn't frag you."
Starscream flicked his wings and slapped Skyfire across the faceplates, making him yelp. "You will frag me, Skyfire!" He screamed.
"Alright, alright, cool your thrusters. We'll frag. After I see what you were reading." He said as he held up the datapad and onlined it.
Starscream's optics widened, reaching for the datapad. "Gimme! That's mine!"
Skyfire held him back, his other servo holding the datapad just out of Starscream's reach as he read it.
"Sky, please! Give it back!" Starscream struggled, grabbing at Skyfire's arm around his waist and trying to pull it away.
Skyfire ignored him, looking through it, a frown appearing on his faceplates. "Star…" He offlined the datapad and set it down. He looked at the Seeker, hugging him. "Starscream, I know it's upsetting."
Starscream stopped struggling, his frame going limp as static filled his optics. "I'm sorry, Skyfire. I-I'm sorry…"
"No, nothing to be sorry about. You were hurt, and this is… it's all unfair."
Starscream wiped at his optics as coolant started to leak down his cheekplates. "I'm sorry… I wish-"
"Starscream, you don't need to explain yourself. We'll figure something out." He onlined the datapad and started looking through it again. "I mean, there are some interesting things here. How long have you been collecting this research?"
"Since we came back to Vos…"
"Well, you did a good job. I mean, I don't know if you want to try all of these. A lot sound risky."
"I-if it allows me to have a sparkling I'm willing to take a chance."
"Starscream, operating on your gestation tank is one thing, but the spark? Why don't we… Why not just adopt?"
"Because I want one that's my own! I… I want another of mine… A-and I should be breeding anyway since I'm the Alpha Seeker… I-I need to show my people th-that I am a capable leader who can-"
"I thought you weren't traditional?"
"I'm not. I just… I need to prove to the traditional Seekers that I can still lead! Prove that I'm not weak. A-and prove to myself that I can be free…"
"You are free."
"I'm not. As long as I can't have a sparkling, Megatron is still controlling me. He won. And I don't want him to win! I survived the war! Not him! I'm the one who lost everything to save my people a-and family, and managed to get that damn war to come to an end! And I still can't be happy! He's still controlling me, Skyfire! I'm still a victim of his. I still have the nightmares, a-and still have triggers to what he did to me for all those vorns…"
Skyfire stroked Starscream's wing to comfort him. "I know, sweetie. I know you do. And we're all helping you and love you."
"I just want a sparkling… A mechling… Like the one I lost with Moonstar…"
"I know, my love, I know." He said softly, hugging the Seeker.
Starscream curled into his mate, wiping the last coolant tears away. "What did I do to have you as my Conjunx Endura? You're too nice to me. Stop it!" He said punching Skyfire in the abdominal plates.
"Ow!" Skyfire rubbed over where he had been struck. "I'm sorry?"
"Shut up… Just… Let me fragging cuddle and hold your stupid servo you piece of slag." He growled.
Skyfire held his servo up and Starscream grabbed it, holding it as he snuggled. "Better?"
"Was until you started talking…"
"Sorry…"
Starscream looked up and kissed Skyfire on the lip plates. "I love you. Even if you are too nice sometimes."
"Since when is that a bad thing?"
"Since I'm always mean to you and you never get revenge."
"You want me to get revenge?"
Starscream smirked. "Yes."
"Later. I rather cuddle right now."
Starscream rolled his optics and kissed Skyfire again. "I want us to have a son, Sky… And I want him to be just like you."
"I rather him be like you."
"Hell, no. My daughter is just like me and it was a nightmare raising her. No, like you. And that's final."
"Um, yes, sir."
Starscream smiled, his wings fluttering. "Good, mech." He cupped Skyfire's faceplates and kissed him on the lip plates. "I love you, you big moron."
"And I love you, my cute, little Seeker."
Starscream slapped him. "Sexy turbofox! Primus, you suck at being romantic!"
Skyfire rubbed his hurting faceplates. "Ow… Okay, I love you my sexy turbofox."
"Now it isn't sexy because I told you to say it. Know what, forget being romantic. Frag me and be done with it."
"That sounds like you don't like it…"
Starscream glared at him. "Want me to glitch slap you again?" He threatened as he raised his servo.
"Primus, Starscream… Ow!" He yelped when Starscream did glitch slap him.
"Shut up, frag me senseless, then you may speak." He ordered.
"Fine, fine. Be that way."
Starscream sexily smirked, kissing his mate again. "Love you, Skyfire."
"Love you, too, Starscream. Ow!" He cried when Starscream slapped him yet again.
"I SAID NO TALKING!"
I'm back, bitches. ;)
Wow, it's been a time, eh? Like ten months or something since I posted the final chapter of Invictus on this site. Well, the story continues in Spurius! Which is latin for Bastard. You can guess where this is going.
I know, first chapter was kind of "blech..." But, I'm just showing how things have changed and how some things have stayed the same since the ending of Invictus. Stay with me. It will get better and get violent.
Man, a lot has happened since I last wrote a fanfic... My cat I had for 14 years passed away from pancreatic cancer back in April, 2016, I've been accepted into a university (2 years left), and I've done even more adult things! Like spending $6,000 on my cat in ten months time wasn't adult enough... I now am paying for car insurance, am moving out from my sister's basement next year, and looking for a new job. Blech...
Oh, and I drew pictures of Dawnstar and Starstreak. So, go to my homepage and either copy and paste the link to my deviantART account into the search bar (remove spaces) or Google "Ga-Maleven on deviantART" or "Katie Pettus on deviantART" and I'll pop right up. Go to my dA page, and on the top menu bar select the button that says, "Gallery." Once you have been taken to a new page, on the left hand side are a bunch of albums. Select the one that is titled, "Fan Art." When on the new page, look to the left again and select the album titled, "Transformers." The new page will be all my TF drawings. The ones saying "Moonstar," "Starstreak," and "Dawnstar," are all for this fanfic series. click the images to view them larger. I hate drawing robots... I suck...
Now, I have created a entire culture for the Seekers in this series, which you saw very little of in the past trilogy, but you will see it more in this story. So, I wrote up all the rules and put them below. Read, enjoy, and tell me your thoughts. And be sure to share, fav, and leave reviews! Thank you! :D
Seeker Culture
Seekers originally lived in trines that were used for the purpose of breeding. Over time, Seekers had to alter their CNA to adapt in the changing world. Seekers were seen as "low life" creatures and were often attacked. They changed their bodies to be more aerodynamic, altering their CNA to naturally pass the traits along. They become built for combat, speed, and the trine evolved to be a fighting unit.
Originally, the trine would be composed of one dominant mech and either two femmes, or a submissive mech and femme, or two submissive mechs. The submissive would be sparked by the dominant mech, and they would raise families like this. There was always the Alpha Seeker who ruled all Seekers, and in later years would be the one to lead them into battle.
Despite Seekers changing their frames and becoming centered around battle, there are many things that never changed for their culture. It is referred to as "traditionalism," and there are still many traditional Seekers and those who practice the old ways.
Trining:
Seekers will trine other Seekers, first by courting. Courting is done when one Seeker approaches another and offers the second Seeker gifts, such as crystal flowers, energon treats, or other items. The courting Seeker will also touch the wings and frame of the Seeker being courted, even kissing them on the lip plates or offering themselves for interface, which is a more desperate approach. pinching wings, slapping afts, and groping codpieces is all natural. Courting Seekers will also stalk their potential trinemates, following them everywhere. They keep their wings spread, showing them off, and will often show off their skills in the sky or strength by flying around or doing difficult activities.
The Seeker being courted often rejects the other Seeker by punching them, chasing them off, or ignoring them. Tolerating and accepting gifts is a sign of interest, and allowing the courting Seeker to get bolder means they are heavily leaning on accepting them as a trinemate. Courting can take stellar cycles before a seeker accepts the other, and almost nothing can be said during it, just using body language to communicate, and maybe say a few things as to why they would make for a perfect trinemate.
A Seeker accepts a trinemate based on their looks, strength, flying skills , and if they are dominant or submissive. A trine should always have one dominant Seeker as trineleader and two submissives. This keeps the trine at peace when triinemates are not fighting their leader for dominance. If the Seekers are compatible flyers and meet all other requirements, they will trine.
Trining is often done by first dancing in the skies. They do this by flying wingtip to wingtip, making a triangle between them, if there are three. If two are trining to make a half trine, then they fly undercarriage to undercarriage, pressed against each other. The Seekers then spiral around, flying vertically, then diving down, then horizontally, never breaking formation of the spiral.
Once the dance is completed, the Seekers then interface with each other. After bonding, they recite their trine vows to each other. Then, they fight for dominance. The Seeker who defeats and dominates the other two is the trineleader, and remains unless challenged and defeated by a trinemate. The two trinemates then fight to see who will be second in command of the trine, the victor dominating the other.
A trine vow contains promises of staying faithful, true, kind, caring, courageous, loyal, and other endearing sentiments about how they will treat their trinemates. Every vow ends with the same closing words, "This I swear to you, my new part. My completed spark. Together we are, forever unseparated, united through hell, we are one... Trine till the bitter end. This I swear to you, my trinemate, my brother/sister, my friend. My life, my spark, we are one, till we are none."
Seekers refer to trinemates as "brothers" or "sisters," since a trinemate is sort of like a sibling, as well as a best friend, lover, and Conjunx Endura. It is the strongest relationship a Seeker can have with anyone, and is rarely ever broken. There are rare cases that a trine has broken up for being incompatible, often due to trining too quickly, or from unfaithful trinemates. When such instances happen, the trinemates who cannot fit in the trine leave to find new trinemates that they work better with.
Trines will stay in a set formation that shows their rank, and makes them a stronger fighting force on the battlefield. The trineleader walks/flies in front while the trinemate who is in second command of the trine follows just behind and to the right of the trineleader. The third trinemate is just behind and to the left of the trineleader. And other mates that may have been accepted into the trine follow behind and to the right of the second trinemate, and one to the left and behind of the third trinemate, if there is more than one. The pattern continues, looking much like birds flying in the V formation.
Trineleader:
The trineleader is in charge of protecting the trine, making all the decisions for the trine, and discipline the trine. Only the Alpha can discipline the trineleader. Discipline is usually physical and done in public to humiliate the troublemaker. Physical punishment could insulde beating trinemates on the aft with a metal cable, flogging with an energon whip, or tearing wings. Dominating is used often. After any physical punishment, the punished Seeker is then kissed and bonded with to remind them that they are loved, they just made a mistake and had to be punished for it. The trineleader also tells them that their punishment is over and they are forgiven, and that they won't be punished for the crime again, unless they commit the same offense and have to be punished for that time.
Trineleaders will assert dominance often if needed. They flare their wings, dominate disobedient trinemates, bite trinemates on neck during interface, bend their wings, or pin them down until they submit.
Breeding:
Traditional trineleaders never are spiked, only doing that to their trinemates. Trineleaders spark their trinemates, sometimes without even telling them that they are trying to spark them. They choose when they want to have a sparkling, and if the trineleader is a femme she decides when her mech trinemate(s) can spark her. Femme trineleaders will either choose a trinemate to spark her, or make them fight and the victor is the one to breed with her.
Traditional trineleaders often have six or more sparklings with their trinemates, the more sparklings showing that they are strong and capable of breeding the next generation. A sparkling is never to be struck, physical punishment reserved only for adults. Learning how to fight starts young, including how to use weapons, servo-to-servo combat, and how to battle in the skies. Traditional trineleaders will kill sparklings that are born with defects, mutations, or are bastards from the trinemate cheating. Sometimes they might even tear the sparkling out of the gestation tank if they find out it is not theirs.
Traditional trineleaders will select one trinemate as a preferred breeding partner based on that they are a better frag, make creations who are healthier and stronger, less still-borns or miscarriages, or none at all, able to give birth easier with no complications, and are better at raising and caring for their creations. Usually, a trineleader will interface with only the trinemate they wish to procreate with for an orn straight. If the one to be sparked still isn't afterwards, the other trinemate will then be interfaced for an orn, and the patterned continued until someone is sparked. If no one is sparked within a stellar cycle's time, then it is concluded on you is infertile and they are simply never used for breeding.
If a carrier rejects their offspring, they will be raised by another trinemate as theirs and the trineleader simply will not breed with that trinemate.
Seekers carrying more than one sparklings are better for breeding. If the Alpha doesn't have multiple sparklings at once from their trinemates, but another Seeker does, they can be challenged and possibly lose their position for not being a good leader. Or, the Alpha can go and kill the sparklings before they are even born.
Outside Mating:
Trined Seekers are not to interface or take a mate outside of the trine unless the entire trine approves. If a trinemate does not get the trine's permission they can be brutally punished and the one they cheated with killed by the trineleader, and any sparklings murdered as well.
The outsider must prove to the trine that they are worthy to be accepted into the trine and to be with the Seeker. If the trine accepts them, they will be made a new member of the trine and allowed to live with them, breed with them, and bond with all trinemates.
If a Seeker is proposed to by an outsider who has been accepted into the trine, then the Seeker cannot interface with their mate until after they have become Conjuges Endurae. Once they are officially joined, they consummate that night and may continue to interface as they so desire.
Raising Seekerlets:
Seekerlets are never to be struck or physically disciplined. They are taught how to fight in the air and on the ground at a young age, and to be wary of grounders. Seekerlets are to stay in the trine until age of twenty-five stellar cycles. While in the trine, they are under the protection and guidance of the trineleader. They are part of his/her trine, and are raised by everyone in the trine.
Once they are old enough, they are kicked out of the trine to find their own trinemates. Kicking the youngling out is done by the trineleader, who either chases them out or may grab them and throw them out the door.
Seekerlets learn about interface when ten stellar cycles old, their thrusters activating when they are twelve to fourteen stellar cycles of age, and able to transform at about seventeen to eighteen stellar cycles. When they are very young, they copy the wing movements of their creators and other Seekers as they learn how to use their wings.
Traditional trines often have many sparklings, sometimes up to fourteen or even twenty. They are spaced out, often four to five stellar cycles between each one, and each trinemate bearing the same number. Unless one trinemate is the better breeder.
Seekerlets are allowed to watch the trineleader punish the trinemates, even if it is with whips or some other physical discipline. Once the Seekerlets are ten stellar cycles, they may also watch the trineleader dominating the trinemates, or the trine bonding in general, since interface is not considered something to hide in Seeker culture.
Trine Bonding:
A Seeker is to stay virgin until they find a trinemate. They lose their virginity when they trine. Trines bond in public to claim each other and show that they are together. Bonding can be done anywhere at anytime, regardless of audience. Bonding is done to strengthen the relationship of the trine, since it puts them in a vulnerable position. Trust is key for a trine to last.
Seekers are very possessive of each other, and will often bond to simply claim each other, or dry hump a trinemate or kiss them when they feel like someone may want them.
If a trinemate had been raped, they are reclaimed by bonding them excessively in public. New trines also bond a lot in public to make it clear that they are a new trine and for everyone to stop courting them. Seekers will also reclaim/claim a trinemate by painting on their wings and/or aft that they are the "property" of their trinemates.
If a trinemate has cheated, then after they are punished they are reclaimed as well, only being allowed to interface with trinemates and any mates who have been accepted into the trine.
If a Seeker is raped or dominated by the Alpha before losing their virginity to their trinemates, then they are labeled as "Impure Virgins." They are considered virgins for their trining and are not frowned upon for having been forced into fragging prior to
trining, since they did not consent to it or had been punished.
Seekers who purposefully have intercourse prior to trining are frowned upon and often have a harder time finding a trine because of it. They are to stay "pure" and "clean" to their future trine, showing that they belong to each other since only trinemates can take virginities away.
Dominance, Submission, and Discipline:
As mentioned above, Seekers fight for dominance. Alpha Seekers, who lead all Seekers, will sometimes kill for the position. Trines fight for it when trining, and the battles can be brutal with torn off limbs and badly battered frames. Signs of being dominant are flared wings, flicking wings, narrowed/glowing optics, and a growling engine.
Seekers show submission by lowering their wings, looking away, stepping back, and not fighting back.
Discipline can be physical punishment with whips, cables, switches, and other items for causing pain, or it could be getting locked away, forced to clean something, completing boring tasks, public humiliation, or losing privileges, such as items or not allowed to interface for a time.
Dominating is the most common punishment for Seekers. Dominating is when a trineleader or Alpha penetrates a misbehaving trinemate or Seeker and thrust painfully into them, almost as if they are raping them. The act is not to bring pleasure, but only pain and humiliation. It is usually done in public, and as the trineleader dominates, they often tear and bend the other Seeker's wings, bite their neck cables until they leak, and sometimes hit them.
Femmes dominate by either making a mech penetrate them and then thrust so it hurt the mech's spike, or they force as many digits as they can into a mech's or femme's valve and pump so it brought only pain.
Dominating usually lasts for half a breem to a breem (4-8 minutes). There are no overloads or pleasure during the act. After it, the Seeker is told they are forgiven and allowed to go on. Usually they are kissed, and bonded with at a later time if they are in too much pain. Many trineleaders do the bonding the immediate next morning.
Seekers show dominance when flying in their alt. mode by flying just above a trinemate and pressing their undercarriage down on the other Seeker. They pull away and then press down, repeating the pattern almost as if they were humping them. The trinemates shows submission by descending slightly and allowing the dominant Seeker to continue.
Seekers, being very prideful, are hurt most when humiliated. Public humiliation is used as often as dominating. Dominating, whipping, or punishing in front of a crowd happens more often then punishing a trinemate behind closed doors.
Sometimes if a trinemate is unfaithful, they are made to touch themselves in public, or the trine bonds in public and leaves the cheater out of it. If a Seeker cheated or did something else bad, the trine may bond in public, but the naughty Seeker is dominated while the other trinemate is loved on.
Alpha:
Alpha Seekers can be mech or femme. They are the ones who lead all of the Seekers, the one who can dominate anyone, trineleader or not, and are the ones to ensure the Seekers are safe.
Alphas can take anyone as a mate, even if they are already trined, without question. They are the ones who can punish a trineleader if they are being cruel to their trinemates or disrespectful to them.
If a Seeker has a problem about their trineleader or their trineleader can't help them, they go to the Alpha. The Alpha will only get involved in other trine's business if a Seeker from that trine asks the Alpha to, or it affects the Alpha and/or other Seekers.
Alphas often kill for leadership, ending the life of the previous Alpha and taking their place. Alphas are the strongest and smartest of all Seekers, and are expected to breed the most sparklings, take on mates for the sole purpose of breeding, and handle all non-Seeker matters.
If an Alpha dies unexpectedly, a new one is claimed by Seekers fighting for the position. The fighting is furious, sometimes death being involved, until there is a victor. Those fighting are usually trineleaders from various trines.
Fighting and Body Language:
When Seekers fight it's all about speed. they are not heavily armored, so when they attack, they fly as fast as they can at their enemy, transform, and grab an arm or some limb and tear it off. They may even land at speed on their target, crushing them.
Seekers will grab their prey, carry it up into the sky, and as a group, all grab the limbs and pull until they tear off. Then tearing the torso and helm off their victim.
They are ruthless in their attacks, moving too fast for their enemies to fight back. they fly and strike by shooting or tearing something off before flying off, circling around,a nd coming back.
When fighting in a large group, bombers fly over the battlefield first, dropping their load. Then, the other seekers come in just as the bombs finish exploding, landing and attacking those who didn't get hit by the bombs. Shooting, tearing off limbs, and flying away before the enemy has time to react.
Seekers mostly communicate via body language, their wings showing off their moods, the sounds their engines make, and optic-contact. Flared wings often a sign of aggression or to make the Seeker look larger to intimidate a threat. Flicking wings is done to show dominance, growing anger, aggression, warning about them potentially attacking, and annoyance. Perked wings show curiosity, eagerness, and excitement. Fluttering wings are a sign of happiness, joy, excitement, love, and contentment. Lowered wings are for when the Seeker is nervous, scared, being submissive, or trying to not seem threatening. Wings in a resting position are for when the Seeker is calm and comfortable. Folded back wings are for annoyance or to move them away from someone. Twitching wings are usually for when the Seeker is thinking, stimulated during interface, or slightly bothered. Growling engines are for when the Seeker is annoyed, pissed off, or warning about potentially attacking. Narrowed and glowing optics are another sign of aggression. Breaking optic-contact to look away is done when being submissive.
Seekers also lick each others faceplates as a sign of playful affection. They cuddle often, always needing physical contact for comfort, support, and love. Seekers are extremely physical, whether with bonding, snuggling, or even punishment. Everything involves some form of physical contact.